SILENT CRIES - Episode 17

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hormonal noises, was like sweet wine to his soul, exotic perfume assailed his nostrils, heavily pissed at the interruption, shiny black high heels on her feet, The intercom buzzed, tall, dark and handsome, very loving and compassionate.

“Ha! Jennifer. What a pleasant surprise. How did you find me?”

He had every reason to be angry about how he was ditched two years ago but her smile and bewitching eyes had an effect too powerful to neither ignore nor allow any other sentiment.

“I’ll always find you. I have connections. And you gave me your card, remember?”  She came round his table and stood very close to his chair. An exotic perfume assailed his nostrils. Her hand went to his chin and caressed it softly. Ayo felt his armpits get wet as he totally lost his composure.  “I missed you.” Her soft voice was taunting the hormonal noises in him.

“You left me behind…”

“Shhh…I know and I’m sorry.” She sat on his lap while still holding onto his chin.

Ayo’s heart skipped several times. A woman’s acceptance of fault and apology coupled with this smooch drama was like sweet wine to his soul.

“So what brings you here?” He was still able to summon up the common sense to find out why she came. His brain was trying hard to be rational against the building rage of sensual adrenalin.


“I need your help with a loan. Can I count on you?”

By this time she had drawn her face very close to his, he felt himself beginning to lose control. She leaned closer, her breath fanned gently against his face, her lips almost brushing against his…when the intercom buzzed.

Ayo’s fist slammed at the button, heavily pissed at the interruption.

“What?” He half yelled at the intercom.

“Sir, the operations manager is on her way to your office!” his secretary’s voice came whispering through the speaker. Thanks to the regular tipping he gave her to serve as his lookout for trouble. Like a jackrabbit smoked out of its hole, Ayo came to his senses, pushed Jennifer off his lap and quickly ushered her into the toilet.

“What’s going on?” she asked taken aback by his sudden reaction.

“I promise you, dear. I’ll get you the loan. But I need to settle some matters with people that might be a pain in the neck. Just hide here for a few minutes and keep quiet. Trust me, okay?”

She wasn’t sure she understood all he had just said but she very well understood the part about getting the loan.

“Okay. If you say so.” She walked gracefully into the restroom.

Ayo closed the door just as Adaku came into the office.  She was already halfway into the office when she stopped dead in her tracks, her nose twitched.

“What’s that smell?”

“Excuse me?”

“Is that a woman’s perfume I perceive?”

“So? Are you the only female staff that wears a perfume?”

“Are you sure that girl is not in here?”

“What girl?”

Adaku waved her hand in annoyance. “You know who I'm talking about. I actually came to complain about her…”


“Yes, Ijeoma. I’m getting tired of that girl. She’s very incompetent. She doesn’t perform up to expectation...”

“Would that be…your own expectation?”

“Are you saying my own opinion doesn’t count? Do you know that she took off for lunch over an hour ago and is not back yet?”  Trust Adaku to always answer a question with a question, two in this instance.

Ayo smiled and looked at her; he had to think of a way to distract her. He looked her over from the nicely weaved hair that stopped at her ears atop a set of cute gold earrings to the well dry cleaned trouser suit and finally to the shiny black high heels on her feet.

“You look lovely today.”

Adaku was cut off balance by the remark. It was the last thing she expected.
“Why…thank you.”

Ayo moved closer and stroked his hand down her arm. When she leaned towards him, he straightened and adjusted his tie.

“You know I like you Adaku but on this one, I’m sorry. Your opinion doesn’t count. Besides you and Bola, others seem to think otherwise of Ijeoma. They find her indispensable.”

Adaku drew back and sighed heavily. She looked at the floor, then looked back at him, hurt shone on her face.

“Ayo, why are you doing this to me?”

“Excuse me?”

“You used to be very loving and compassionate…”

“And you used to be single.”

“So? Are you not married too?”

“It doesn’t work the same way.”

“Why should it be…”  She suddenly stopped. She thought she heard something in the bathroom.

“Adaku, this conversation is over. Now if you’ll excuse me…” Ayo began but she cut him off.

“Is there someone in there?” She was already walking towards the restroom.  Ayo maintained his calm but his mind raced. He had to stop her from going any further. But it was too late as Adaku’s hand rested on the door knob and turned it.  Ayo closed his eyes tightly as if it would shield him from the impending fireworks.  When he opened them, she was still at the door turning the knob. It was locked.

“The door is locked”, she said in a tone that demanded an explanation.

“It’s under repairs and fumigation, you probably heard the rat in there.”  Her hand quickly left the door. She hated rats and the mere mention of it scared her.

“I thought you were hiding Ijeoma in there.”

Ayo burst into laughter.

“Stop it. It’s not funny.”

The intercom buzzed. Ayo hit the button.


“Sir, Ijeoma’s coming! She’s looking for Oga Adaku” The secretary’s whisper came loud and clear.

“Did she say Ijeoma?” Adaku asked.

“Yep. She did.”  She gave a flustered look, refusing to meet his eyes. She now felt embarrassed that she might have overreacted. She turned and walked to the door.

“Good thing she watches out for us,” she said.

“Us?” Ayo questioned but she was out the door before he could get a reply. He heard her dialogue briefly in her usual nastiness with Ijeoma outside the door. Then they were gone.  He suddenly realized there were beads of sweat on his forehead and mopped them rapidly. For a brief moment, the thought of Ijeoma came to his mind again. Adaku wanted her out of the picture, out of this branch or sacked for some flimsy reason but he wasn’t going to let that happen.

Adaku had served her purpose and was married now. He needed a replacement and Ijeoma was the perfect and even better fit. He would handle all this later. For now, he had other pressing matters.  He knocked on the restroom door.

“You can come out now.”  He heard the lock turn and Jennifer came out. She was smiling. She had heard all the drama.

“You’re a bad boy. Is that how you trick women?”

“Come on. Not all women, like fingers, are not equal.”

“By the way, thanks for locking the door. I never thought of it,” he said placing himself back in his chair.

“I might look gentle but I’m not a stupid chick,” she replied stroking his face with her well-manicured fingers.  “Now, where were we?”
“So where were you?” Adaku bit out striding angrily out of Ayo's office. “I left a file on your desk earlier this morning and now I cannot find it!”

After the discovery of Adaku and Bola's alliance this morning, it was easy to guess how the missing file and all the other ones in the past including other different things that should have gotten her into trouble happened.

“I did not see any file on my desk,” Ijeoma replied as she fell into step behind.

“How will you? Going out for lunch and staying two hours!” Adaku turned around and glared at her. She felt like throttling the other girl's neck. Bola had given her the lowdown on their confrontation and she was mad as hell. Imagine the small girl, after displacing her friend, she had the guts to stand up to her! Well, Bola could blame herself for trying to befriend her in the first place. See where that had gotten her.

“It wasn't like...” Ijeoma began.

“Pschewwwww,” Adaku hissed. By now they were standing in front of her office. “Just find that file!” She snapped testily and then left Ijeoma standing there. She stalked in and slammed the door behind her.

Ijeoma walked to the water dispenser and pressed out some water in a white plastic cup and headed to her desk. She walked gingerly since it seemed even her steps annoyed some people to no end. Ijeoma laughed inside, her time in the ladies before searching for Adaku showed that she was still looking great. But more than that she felt great inside. After the last few hours, she was in no mood for more drama today.

It was like the day had flown by, so many things had happened, one revelation after another. After Bola, she had shrugged it off to focus on better things and something beautiful had really come her way. She sashayed as behind her mind’s eye she could see Nnamdi, tall, dark and handsome. Such men were a dime a dozen, but Nnamdi stood out from the rest, his features were imprinted in her head, so even if she closed her eyes, she could still see him and it was weird but it seemed like they were connected.

Ijeoma smiled. She was working alright, but only just managing to concentrate. Half of her mind was on Nnamdi. She could not even remember what the reasons for her not wanting to go out with him in the first place were. Yes, he had a shady history but he had showed himself to be an honourable man so far and those were the qualities that really mattered to her.


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Written by:
Ikpo Henry Chigozirim

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