“Funke, please can you do me a huge favor. I am on my way to see Amyy now. I just got another t...
“Funke, please can you do me a huge favor. I am on my way to see Amyy now. I just got another text that is saying all sorts of things about Amarachi’s family. I know you have a good friend that works for Globacom. I want to forward the texts to you and have you get your friend try to quietly track where the texts might be coming from. The number has to be registered to someone’s name. I will be grateful if you could help me with this,” he pleaded. “I have not spoken to Caroline in some time. Her sister told me she was on holiday in Dubai the last time I asked. I am hoping she is back. Send me the texts and the number let me see if there is anything I can do.” “Thanks a lot Funke. You are such a wonderful friend. I will send them now.” He pulled into a gas station and forwarded the messages to Funke before steering back onto the road. As soon as he got back onto the road, his phone beeped again. Keeping his eyes on the road, he quickly flipped through his phone. A new text had just flown in. The text read;
Have you bothered to find out what happened between Amarachi and her ex? Rumor has it she cheated on him after so many years. He is busy sleeping with Amarachi’s friends now to get back at her. Do you want to really date a whore?
Bola threw the phone onto the passenger’s seat and kept his eyes firmly on the road ahead. He tried to expunge a barrage of negative thoughts from his mind as he sped towards Amarachi’s apartment. Amarachi took one more look at herself in the mirror. She touched her hair a bit, morning her braids to the left and then to the right. She applied a bit more lipstick. Then, she piled on more perfume and took a deep breath to savor the fragrance of Calvin Klein’s Eternity Purple Orchid that she had just applied. Satisfied with the intensity of the fragrance she proceeded to the window. She pulled the curtain aside and peered down into the street. Her heart was erupting with rhythms akin to the beats of London Symphony Orchestra, playing away at the Royal Albert Hall, as her eyes meticulously scanned the street below. Every black car resembled Bola’s Honda Civic. She wanted to leave the window, but some unseen force kept her glued to it. Finally, she saw his car pull into the driveway. The pounding of her heart intensified. She was like a teenager all over again, falling in love for the very first time. She sat on the couch for a second, and then went to the bedroom and sat on the bed. She wished Funke had stayed. She had left to spend some time with her family since arriving in Kaduna.
Bola’s legs barely carried him up the stairs. He quivered like a child in a chocolate shop at Christmas. When he reached her door, it was as if he was about to have a heart attack. He raised his hand to knock on the door. His hand was heavy with sheer excitement. His throat suddenly went dry. He attempted to swallow hard to wet his throat but he could not muster any saliva to swallow. He managed a gentle knock on the door. Amarachi heard it. Her body went into higher overdrive. She waited for the second knock, which came seconds later, and then the third. She took a drink of water before dashing to the door. When she reached there, she stopped for a moment to calm herself down. She took a deep breath before asking, “Who is it?” “It is me honey,” Bola answered in a croaky voice. His throat was completely devoid of lubrication. She unbolted the door and let him in. His knees became weaker as he set his eyes on her. Her full lips were impeccably polished with an inviting red lipstick. Her well-manicured blue dress accentuated her curves to the letter. Her eyes gleamed with life and beauty. “You look…You look amazing Amyy,” he said staring at her with undivided attention. “Thanks. It is good to see you,” she answered. The fragrance of Burberry for men wafted into her nostrils. She liked that fragrance. It weakened her body like a powerful sleeping pill sending her into a peaceful slumber.
She wanted to drop into his big strong arms and he wanted to reach out and grab her. “Sit down she said.” It was her turn to sound croaky. Dryness had suddenly invaded her throat. “Thanks,” he replied as he sank into the couch. He was very relieved. One more second of standing could have sent his weak body crashing down. Amarachi dashed to the kitchen and took a drink of water. She took a deep breath to calm herself down. Then she took another sip of water before returning to the living room with a glass of water in hand; just what Bola needed. “Thanks for agreeing to see me,” Bola said “You are welcome,” Amarachi answered. She tucked into the couch on the opposite end of the room. She cursed herself as she sat down. I wish I could inhale more of his perfume from here she lamented. “I have to say that I made a grave mistake Amyy. I allowed pride and vanity to creep into my mind.” He heard his phone beep again, but he ignored it. “I lost sight of what is truly important and began to look at you as a likely liability in the future. Yes, I confess that those thoughts flitted through my mind. For that, I am very sorry. I am not in any position to judge you or anyone else. All my life, I have never loved anyone like you. Every second over the past week has been miserable. I…I want to be in your life no matter what happens. I can’t do without you. I think of you when I sleep and when I am awake. I dream of you and crave your touch…your sweet voice. Please, forgive me. Would you take me back?” He pleaded.
“Bola, the truth is that anyone would have looked at things the way you did. We are humans…we tend to look for means to protect ourselves from pain and suffering. It is natural. Of course, I wish you did not think like that. I am glad you have thought it through and you see things differently. Before I go any further, I would like to tell you that my mother is well again…for the first time in years. She had complications after delivering me, and…she almost took her life last week.” She paused to gather herself. Specks of tear formed around her eyes. Bola took the opportunity to come closer to her. He took a spot next to her. His perfume filled her nostrils. She felt safer…happier with him beside her. Slowly, he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. He could no longer resist it and neither could she. They quickly rolled into each other’s arms. “I missed you so much honey,” he said. “Me too.” They kissed passionately. He wanted to hold onto her forever. She listened to the beats of his heart as she held her close to his chest. “I don’t ever want to be apart from you honey. We have to work through this and begin to…to think of moving our relationship forward.” She held more tightly onto him, saying nothing in reply. She had been craving this moment.
For the rest of the evening, they talked through their differences, still cuddled up on the couch. Bola apologized profusely most of the time. It is okay sweetheart. That is all in the past now,” Amarachi assured him. Around 10:30PM, he mentioned that he needed to return to the hotel. “You are staying in the guest room honey. There is no way I am letting you leave my sight tonight. After all, you will be on your way back to Abuja tomorrow. She made Indomie, which they both devoured. “I don’t want you to go,” Amarachi protested by late Sunday afternoon as Bola readied himself for a return to the hotel and then to Abuja. “I don’t want to go either, honey.” Bola’s phone rang. It was Funke. “I have given the number to my friend. She is back in the country now. She said she will be working on it tomorrow. I will call you as soon as she gets back to me.” “Thanks a lot Funke. I look forward to hearing from you.” “You are welcome.” “You are back to Abuja by next weekend, right?” “Yes.” Bola was sad throughout the drive back to Abuja. “Don’t worry; it is going to be alright. So, is she going to put in for a transfer to Abuja?” Chinonso asked. “Yes. She will work on that seriously starting this week. I love her so much!!!” “I can see that on your face and it shows in your voice when you talk about her. She is so beautiful.” “I know. I can’t stop thinking of her.” Amarachi had stopped by at the hotel before they left.” “It’s a shame that Funke does not have another friend like her,” Chinonso teased.
“Bola, do you know anybody by the name Michael Adebukola?” Funke asked over the phone. Her friend could not dig up any information on the anonymous number until Wednesday. “I have never heard that name before,” Bola answered. “Well the number that has been texting you is registered to that name.” “That name means nothing to me.” “I will check with Amyy to see if she knows the name,” Funke suggested. A quick chat with Amarachi revealed that she did not know the name either. STORY CONTINUES...
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