SILENT CRIES - Episode 20

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - eyes shone like lightning, a lust for life that was contagious, Joe Bloggs shoes, her heart broken would be an understatement, her soul most likely would be fragmented, family, friends and her work, the naked emotions, brown leather strapped Calvin Klein watch, He kissed her a little slower.

Ijeoma looked up briefly in shock to see Nnamdi waiting on her answer, half in anticipation, the other half as vulnerable as a child. His eyes shone like lightning but held Ijeoma’s gaze and waited for her to do something, anything, to show that this was what she wanted too.

Ijeoma gazed into Nnamdi’s eyes for a second or so and then she fluttered her own eyes shut to hide her confusion. Nothing had prepared her for this. Being with him was everything she had ever dreamed of; in the short time they had been together, she had come to depend on him so much. She had tried to hold back many times in case it was not that serious and things did not work out, but Nnamdi had a lust for life that was contagious and what he wanted he got. He did all he did with passion, a quality sometimes alien to her except where work and family were concerned. When they went out together, he was always the centre of attention wherever they ended up.
His full throaty laughter made her heart soar, and then made her smile every time. She had tried to maintain her routine, so that he could be a part of her life and not take over her world but many times she would find herself listening for the sound of his car, the distinct slapping sound of his Joe Bloggs shoes and the jingle of his keys. He invaded her space slowly and consequently her life. She could not deny how his eyes lit up and her heart jumped in her chest every time he turned up at her doorsteps and she looked forward to his warm embrace, she could hug him forever.

Why could she not spend the rest of her life with him? She weighed her options. It was true they had only been seriously dating for three months but their first date had been in November last year, six months ago. From that day, he had been making inroads into her emotions, her mind and her family. The fact was that if everything worked out as planned, she would be gloriously happy and content but if not, she would never ever forget him. She would be torn and having her heart broken would be an understatement. She would forever miss his presence like a part of her; her soul most likely would be fragmented, forever lost to her. Her family, friends and her work would suffer because she would be unable to ignore the loss. She glanced up at him and wondered if she was willing to risk her life with him like that. Who was she fooling? It had long been out of her hands, only the decision she would make was in her hands.

Her lashes flirted with the silken texture of her face, and her eyes widened with complete openness, not caring who could see the naked emotions on her face. She saw the possibilities for all the good that could come and she saw the dangers flash before her eyes and she knew this was the moment she had been waiting for all her life.

“Babe?” he called. “Please don't keep me waiting too long.”

She looked into Nnamdi’s eyes, hers solemn and quiet, stretched her hand across the table and grasped his own. She looked into his eyes steady and sure, his features beautiful. They could be hard edges one moment and then suddenly soft and compassionate. She looked at his build, he was well toned all over with not a layer of fat, all pure muscle or at least that is what all the ladies say. He carried his brown slacks and neutral coloured shirt like a work of art; he wore his hair short and simple brown leather strapped Calvin Klein watch. She searched his face, her mind wandering, praying to see the future, to see if he would hurt her, how much he would hurt her. What gave her the courage to go ahead was this: he was a man of integrity with strength of character and a heart full of courage, she looked at him from the corners of her eyes, the way only a woman could watch, and she knew that this was the only man for her, a man comparable to her; they fit like a perfect waltz in all things.

She turned limpid pools of her brown coloured eyes at him and knew exactly what her answer would be. Yet when she spoke, her voice little more than a whisper.


Nnamdi met her soft gaze then, but his face was hard. As if ready for battle and prepared for whatever came, even a negative answer. “What did you say?” he asked in a strong voice.

“Nedu,” her voice lifted an octave higher, “I love you and I’ll marry you,” she ended smiling. She saw relief in his eyes and barely glimpsed, his lips descend towards hers, she did not wait for him to land but met him halfway as their tongues duelled and clashed with the force of the attraction they felt one for another, absolutely unimaginable.

She was a bit taken aback and gasped as she felt like he consumed her whole, she was vibrating from head to foot at the power behind the kiss they shared, and could feel the desire pumping through her veins, she felt Nnamdi deepen the kiss again and she made a move quickly as she placed her hand on his chest to stop him.

“Nedu…” she groaned in half surrender “We are in a restaurant...”

She tried to glance around but her gaze was caught in his. He kissed her a little slower, nibbling here and there and then he withdrew, removed a black object from his pocket then knelt in front of her, opened the box gingerly to reveal a simple silver band, nothing setting it apart, except for the fact that he was the one giving it to her.

“This is my mother’s…” he smiled “I have been carrying it around for the last few weeks hoping for a perfect time to give it to you.” He smiled simply, “This is not an engagement ring, I didn't know I would propose today. But it is a gift to show you that you're the only one for me. As it is, I don’t think there will be a better time than this,” his voice was a whisper by this time.

Her passion-darkened eyes had filled with surprise as he talked; and now as he slipped the ring he held in his hands to her already outstretched hand, and unto her finger inch by inch, a strange calm came over her. Then the enormity of responsibility the ring on her finger placed on Ijeoma’s shoulders hit almost immediately. She had entrusted her heart, soul and mind to him with seven words, to the one man who had a chance at breaking her heart and she, though her logic tried to point her in another direction, refused to pick another, how difficult was it anyway?

“Nedu…” she whispered in fear and awe, “Your mother's?”

“Yes and I want you to have it. You will be the mother of my children and mine too.” His smile spread joy over her heart and she wrapped her fingers over the simple ring.

“I love you Nedu, thank you for this.”

“I love you too.” He punctuated this with a kiss. Her phone began to ring almost immediately.
“I should have switched this off …” she muttered apologetically as she glanced down at her Nokia smart phone.

“Oh, it’s James, my sister’s husband and I need to take it.”

“Go on,” Nnamdi waved her ahead. “I'll go settle the bill.” Ijeoma smiled at him and admired his backside as he walked away. And then she focused on the phone and what James was saying.

“You want to see me? Can I come with Ngozi? No? OK, where? Alright, I'll soon be there.” She hung up just as Nnamdi returned.

“I have to go home now. James wants us to meet.”

“No problem, I'll take you there if you want.” Ijeoma was grateful for all his help so far in locating James but now she felt she should do this on her own. She had to speak sense to James to return to his family and best if he wasn't defensive already that she came with someone.

“No thanks,” Ijeoma finally replied.

Did all that really happen, Nnamdi thought as he drove away from Ijeoma's place, who would have thought I could get so lucky today, all thanks to Ijeoma herself though. He loved her with all his heart and right at this moment, considered himself the luckiest man alive.

That woman is really the best for me, he grinned to himself as he drove. The strains of Celine Dion's have you ever been in love filled the car as he switched on the radio, could not have imagined a better suited song for the moment.

Cupid is really up to something. Where can I take her to for a real proposal? It was great that she had accepted his mother's ring in a small eatery but he wanted to do more for her. She deserved the best of him and more.

Just as the thought was playing in his head he heard his phone ring. He ignored it till he got to his street, then he quickly pulled over to pick the call thinking it might be Ijeoma. It turned out to be an unknown number, but since he had parked the car he picked it anyway.

“Hello,” he said into the phone as he set up his brakes. “My guy where you dey?”  It was Udochukwu at the other end.

“Oh Udochukwu, this dude you no go kill me o. This is not the number you talk say I fit reach you on now?”

“Nedu wait, just listen to me. Where are you? Are you sitting down?”

“Udochukwu you are scaring me now, what is it?”

“Ijeoma is in danger!”

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Written by:
Ikpo Henry Chigozirim

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