SILENT CRIES - Episode 18

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - premarital sex, happy and in love in a relationship, Master Card section, serious or permanent relationships, values and compatibility of personalities, day-dreamed about the kiss all over again, the icing on the cake, slowly adding butter and sugar, baking, The cake.


“A penny for your thoughts,” Ikenna from Marketing teased her. “You are grinning like the cat that got the cream.”

Ijeoma laughed. Ikenna thought it a contagious laughter that demanded for all who heard it to laugh also. He grinned widely at her. “Are you sure you are not getting it somewhere?” he finally asked a quizzical look on his face.

“I don’t do premarital sex if that’s what you are asking,” Ijeoma laughed again, “I just don’t see why you can’t be happy and in love in a relationship without premarital sex?”

“You look like someone has given you some good loving,” he insisted with a wink.


“Actually I am just happy o, no particular reason; God’s been good.”

“Uh hmm…tell me...” Adaku was passing by and gave them a dirty look. “Ikenna, Ayo wants you, now!”

Ikenna stood to attention, blinked at Ijeoma and marched off. Adaku did not pause in her tracks. She was walking with Bola, who kept her face strictly ahead. A few paces behind them, Tola for Master Card section gave Ijeoma a smile and a wave. Ijeoma smiled back and went back to the files before her. She smiled yet again to herself as she relived the kiss with Nnamdi in the car. Her toes curled in her pumps and began to tingle. She considered whether to call him or wait for him to call first. She didn't want to make any hasty decision but it was not as if she was planning to marry him in the next month, she was just going to give him a chance to see if they could make it work between themselves. She remembered what she discussed with Tochi a couple of weeks ago. After they had discussed finding Bola in his apartment, the conversation had diverged to general talk.

“Tochi, most girls are hasty to get into serious or permanent relationships. For me, I have now decided that I'll give the guy a test-drive…”

Tochi’s eyes went wide, “Do you mean…?”

Ijeoma grinned mischievously, “No, not the way people usually mean a test-drive. I mean a time frame in which I check out the guy and see if I like him on all levels and can check if we are on the same levels when it comes to values and compatibility of personalities.”

Tochi smiled and said, “That’s what most people do but they define it with different terms.” They both laughed before Tochi continued. “As long as you don't end up in a marriage of convenience.”

Ijeoma sighed and said, “I could never do a marriage of convenience, I would drive someone crazy.”

She smiled again and set her pen down. If she did end up with Nnamdi, it would be nothing like that. She was already halfway in love with him. Something moved beside her and when she focused her vision, she watched her boss, Ayo seeing off a slinky lady. On his way back, he caught her eye and leered. When he saw that he had got her full attention, he stopped, rubbed his hands and licked his lips. Ijeoma turned away quickly. Did he think she found those gestures attractive? They were a disgusting turn-off. She hissed quietly. Out of the corner of her eye, Ijeoma spied Adaku striding towards him. Let them sort themselves out and leave her out of it, she prayed. At least her adversaries will be reduced at the office when Bola get send-forth on Friday. Now that she knew Adaku was out to get her sacked, she just had to be more careful with her work, keep her head down.

She worked steadily, yet before long her mind was on Nnamdi again. She was tired of doing the battle of not thinking about Nnamdi, so she let her mind linger on him, she had better do something about this. She day-dreamed about the kiss all over again. His lips on hers, their tongues meshing, his hands on her waist, holding her tightly. Ijeoma sighed. And to think she had been dreaming about him without knowing until this morning. That should have told her she would meet him. It was a course-mate in college who said that “When you start dreaming about a guy, love is either setting the wheels rolling or about to blot him from your horizon”. The first was possible, the first had proved impossible so far. It looked like Nnamdi had come to stay.

She was happy it was no more all in her mind, where he’d been loitering all day and night for the past couple of weeks. She looked forward to seeing him later in the evening when he came to pick her up. She asked herself whether she had time to call and tell Tochi about Nnamdi, and that they were finally going to give it a go. She also wanted them to talk so she would have all the background information she needed. She needed advice about the way to proceed with this guy since she believed he was something special. Her mom was going to be very happy, but she had to be sure that she was not making a mistake. The case about James was still pending.

“Here you go.”

Ijeoma snapped out of her reverie and looked up. Jane stood before her, hand outstretched. She was holding a file.

“The shark didn't know that I saw her hiding it in the bulk counter room. No mind her, you hear?”

Jane smiled as she handed the file over. “Thank you so much.”

Ijeoma clapped quietly as the receptionist walked away. God was on her side; all her enemies will be scattered for sure! He had guided her every step definitely. His hand was evident on every part of her life. It would all work out fine with Nnamdi too, all she needed to do was put one step in front of the other and commit it into His hands…
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Ngozi whisked the eggs steadily, slowly adding butter and sugar, swiftly turning them in, it was such a calming process, her mind wandered... Since Ijeoma told her about James she hadn't been able to sleep well, had become easily distracted, even though she had also felt a bit relieved, a sense of closure, because not knowing what happened to James had been tearing her apart. She had barely managed to fight off his relatives who had been adamant about declaring him dead.

Ngozi sighed again, she really needed someone to confide in. Ijeoma had been very busy lately, since she had gotten back with Nnamdi two weeks ago, so there really wasn't a good time to talk to her about it. She couldn't speak to her mum because she knew it would just escalate things, her mum was still with her throwing a spanner in the works for Ikeobi. But the truth was that who she really needed to speak to was James, to ask him why he left, explain to her why she didn't have a choice in the matter, how he could just walk out and leave his son without a father.

It had been a quick knee-jerk reaction to draw closer to Ikeobi but she had changed her mind since then. His proposal had clouded her mind coupled with James's continued aloofness. She remembered the way they had met, back in Port Harcourt. Then her baking was truly a hobby. She baked for her mother's friends usually and only charged money if the job was really big to earn some spare cash. That day she had been baking a cake for a customer who she had never met. He had called three days before, said he'd gotten a referral from one of her usual customers and he wanted a cake for his mum’s birthday. Usually she didn't take orders without at least a week’s notice, but there had been something about that voice, so warm and friendly, the way he gently pleaded and nudged her to do his will, she wondered what type of face would go with that voice.

The birthday was later that day and as she completed the icing on the cake, she smiled in anticipation to finally meeting him. They had spoken twice more on the phone after his first call and he had confirmed that he would pick it up himself. She was expecting him in four hours so she had just about enough time to finish with the cake and get herself ready. At exactly 5pm her doorbell rang, an hour earlier than planned, the icing was all on but not ready to go but she was in even worse shape. She caught a glance at herself at the mirror on the corridor, she looked a mess, she always looked scattered when baking. Her heart hammered in her chest but she didn't want to keep him waiting.

James was at the door, he hoped she had been able to bake the cake in three days. He had been really desperate and had pulled out all his charms in getting her to assist him. She had sounded stern on the phone but at the end of the phone call, she was laughing really hard. He remembered her laugh now, it had sounded like a happy song, it made him smile thinking about it.

Ngozi opened the door to a striking face, he looked just as he had sounded - a charmer - he was tall dark and handsome - a cliché - but that was all that came to mind looking at him, his smile completed the whole look and she felt her heart skip a beat.

Wow, she thought, that hadn't happen in a while.

“Hi,” he said, “I am James, we've spoken on the phone, about the cake?”

“Yes, yes,” Ngozi replied. “Please come in.”

“I am very sorry for the inconvenience, it was a last minute thought,” James said.

“Oh no worries, you are definitely paying for it,” she replied jokingly. “The cake is just about finished. I'll put it in a box for you soon as I return to the kitchen. I am sure your mum will be pleasantly surprised, wish I could see her face when you give her the cake. I love surprises.”

“You could, you know, she is having a small get-together, you could come if you wanted to.”

Ngozi smiled, “It’s very nice of you to make that offer, but I can’t possibly go. I am not even dressed and I have to clean up.”

James insisted, “You wouldn't be, and I could help you clean things up while you dress. After all it's my fault, I gave an order on short notice and now I'm here earlier than we scheduled.” He smiled at this point sending her heart skipping, “Also you would find that I'm a domesticated man.”

Ngozi refused, “Thanks for the offer, but I wouldn't want to crash your mother's party.”

“I insist, she wouldn't mind. In fact, I am sure she would want to meet you after tasting this cake, and it'd be great for your business.” James added.

“Okay, but this is just a hobby,” Ngozi bantered with a smile, admitting defeat, “I'd go, let me just freshen up,” she had left him in the kitchen after showing him where the utensils were kept.

STORY CONTINUES...

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Written by:
Ikpo Henry Chigozirim

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