Meant to be: Episode 2 Femi punched the calculator angrily, there had to be a mistake somewhere. He checked the files for the fifth time that day but this time he took his time, it was then he realised that the sales report belonging to one of the marketers was missing. How could he have missed that, he wondered. He picked up his office phone and dialled his secretarys number. “Halima, the sales reports you sent over are incomplete. Do you still have any on your desk?”. “No sir,” Halima replied, her english was polished but for the noticeable thickness of her hausa accent. “That was all I received from the marketing department Sir.” “If that’s the case, make a call to the marketing manager, they have to sort this mess out.” “Yes sir.” He ended the call and was about to tidy his desk when his phone rang. It was Halima. Had she found the missing report on her desk? Why would she be calling almost immediately? “Yes Halima?” “Sir, I want to know if you want to have lunch in your office or if you’d rather head out for lunch break.” Femi took a glance at the wall clock in his office,fifteen more minutes and it would be lunch break. “I will be going out for lunch, thanks Halima.” “Okay sir” Femi tidied up his desk , the marketing department had better find it, he didn’t want the management placing a query on him. He wondered who he knew in Marketing, Sandra was in the marketing department. As he thought of Sandra, he couldn’t help but smile. He liked the girl, maybe he would ask her out to lunch and take her out on subsequent dates. Being a bachelor wasn’t fascinating anymore. What if Sandra was the one for him? His elder brother Tope was married with kids, Titi was married too, even Kayode who was just twenty three had brought his fiance home. His cousins Nifemi and Dare aged twenty nine and 22 respectively were married. The only single members of the family were Gbenga, Damilola the last child of his parents and himself. There was every possibility that Dami had a boyfriend, she was a beautiful girl and 19 for crying out loud, he wanted out of bachelorhood. He did not want to be in the same classification with Gbenga, the guy’s life was totally reckless. He picked his phone and tried to call sandra, the computerised voice informed him that the number dialled was busy, he would spare a few minutes before calling again. —————— Sandra gulped the water from her glass cup, she was tired and needed a break. She took out her make-up kit from her bag and did some light magic on her face, she was in a good mood, who wouldn’t be? She had just spoken to the love of her life and he was coming to take her out for lunch. She had been dating Fola for the past one year and she was anticipating the day he would pop the question, she took out her purse and was smoothening her dress when her phone rang. She smiled when she saw the caller, she had enjoyed their conversation yesterday, even though her instincts told her the guy wanted to be more than friends. She loved Fola but Femi was always going to be in the friend zone, she hoped her instincts were wrong, she did not want to lead the guy on for nothing. She answered the call, “Hello, with whom Im I speaking with?” There was a pause, Sandra gave a broad grin, she was going to taunt him today, he had teased her yesterday while enjoying himself, the tables had turned. Femi stared at his phone in his hands while the timer kept counting. Did she delete his contact? He spoke to her only yesterday, why would she delete his contact? He grinned as understanding dawned on him, if she was pulling a prank, he would play along and beat her to it. “Hello,” he replied, “Please, I want to speak with Mr. Fine Girls Too Dey Form.” Sandra nearly burst into laughter but put her self in check, ‘FineGirlsTooDeyForm’, she shook her head. Femi had caught her prank and was playing along. “I’m sorry but I believe you dialed the wrong number.” “Well I’m sorry to burst your bubble but this is the correct number.” “And what makes you so sure about that?” “I’m sure because the mister in question gave me this number and told me a beauty with an angelic voice would answer my call.” “Really?” she asked feigning innocence. “Yes, and the voice I hear now is even lovelier than I anticipated.” Sandra giggled and was about to reply him when her other phone rang, Fola was calling which meant he was in the premises. “Uhm, Femi oooo, you won’t kill me with your sweet tongue, I’m sorry but I have to go now.” “Sandra, please hold on. I was wondering if you could have lunch with me” He spoke rather quickly. Sandra heaved a sigh, she had confirmed her doubts, Femi wanted to be more than friends and that couldn’t be possible. “Hello, are you still there?” Femi asked, he was confused as to why she was delaying her response. “Yes I am and I’m sorry but I’ll pass, something important came up.” “Hmmmm, okay then. But maybe next time.” “Yeah, maybe.” she replied ensuring that she stressed the maybe. Hello, are you still there?” Femi asked, he was confused about why she was delaying her response. “Yes I am and I’m sorry but I’ll pass, something important came up.” “Hmmm, ok then. But maybe next time.” “Yeah, maybe,” she replied and made sure she stressed the maybe. Fola was the man for her, the last thing she needed was complications. She packed up her stuffs into her bag and took the elevator downstairs. ---------------- Femi walked towards his window, maybe he should have just told Halima to order lunch. There was no point stressing the poor girl, he looked outside the window, the streets were busy as usual, from his window he could see the company’s parking lot. He saw Sandra coming out of the company whilst heading towards the cars parked, he comforted himself with the fact that she probably had an important appointment. ------------------ Sandra got to the park and saw Fola standing by the car, she walked up to him , gave him a tight hug before kissing him softly on the lips. She entered the car and he drove off, Sandra was totally oblivious of the eyes that had watched their public display of affection. The pair of eyes was already shedding tears after watching the entire drama while the other pair that had watched from a window was downcast. Omoye paid the okada rider and walked into her friends compound, she greeted an old woman sitting in the corridor. Mama, good afternoon. Omo, bawo ni? (My child, how are you?). Omoye understood Yoruba but she was not in the mood for pleasantries. Fine mama, eku ijoko, (well done) she said and walked towards Rosies door. She knocked and tried opening the door only to discover it was locked. Sebi iwo ni ore sisi Rosie, (Youre Rosies friend, right?) the old woman called out to her. Be e ni Ma (Yes Ma) Wa (Come here) Omoye walked up to the woman who gave her a key. E seun Ma, Omoye replied. (Thank you Ma) Ah, kini mo se? Ko tope, sisi Rosie no loni ki fun eh to ba ti de.(what did I do, dont mention, Rosie asked me to give you the key when you get back). Omoye thanked the woman again while heading to the door, she inserted the key and unlocked the door. As soon as she entered the room, she started crying, images of what she had witnessed in the past one hour kept replaying in her head. As much as she tried ignoring them, she just couldnt stop them from torturing her. She wondered why Osagie was treating her in such a manner, after all she had gone through with him. When Rosie had called to inform her that Osagie was dating a classy girl in Lagos, she had felt Rosie was jumping into conclusions, but she had caught him red-handed, how could she have been so naive? Osagie had gotten her pregnant when she was in SS3, she had then had less than a month to face her SSCE, as soon as she had finished her final exams her father had sent her out and she had no choice but to move in with Osagie. They had both been struggling to make ends meet till a year and three months ago when Osagie had left Benin for Lagos. He had promised to make money by hook or by crook, though she never liked the dirty sound, she did not appreciate their meagre earnings either. He called frequently and sent money to cater for her and their son Victor. Last week when he had called, he had made a promise to come home finally within the next three months. Who would have thought that her Osagie was seeing another woman the whole time? --------------------- Femi sat in the eatery contemplating on what to eat, he had suddenly lost his appetite. Just when he had decided to give love a chance again, why on earth wasnt Sandra single? He stood up and headed back to his office, lunch was out of the picture. ------------------- Rosie wore a confused look while staring at her friend who was asleep on the arm chair. Why would she choose to sleep there rather than the bed? She walked towards her and tapped her gently. Rose, Omoye whimpered. Rosie held her friend who was shivering. She was scared for her friend, the girl hardly called her Rose which meant something was up. Her locality was known for riots, thugs, and other crimes. Had the thugs living in her face me I face you apartment attacked Omoye? Omo, wetin happen? She asked. Oo...Ooo...Ooosagieee Rosie let out a sigh of relief, at least it wasnt a problem relating to the bandits. She had been anticipating this moment ever since she called Omoye to inform her of Osagies game three weeks earlier. -Flashback- Hello, Rosie how na? I dey jaweee, Omo how your matter? We thank the Lord, this one wey you call person today, I safe? Omoye asked. Rosie laughed, Omoye had hit the nail on the head, she hardly called people except when it was necessary, she preferred texting. I be wan ask something, she replied. Ehen, oya now. You still dey marry Osas? Yes now, Omoye replied with a tone of confidence, wetin happen? Nothing, Rosie was confused, how would she tell her friend that her boyfriend was cheating on her. Rosie, talk now Omoye was getting impatient, why would the girl call to ask her that? She concluded that something had to be wrong. I serious, no quanta, I go follow you yarn later. Ok oooh, bye bye. Greet your pikin for me. Rosie stared at her phone in disbelief, so Osas was still dating Omo but was enjoying himself with another lady in Lagos. She felt bad for not informing her friend. She had hurriedly typed a text which she had sent to Omoye after deliberating on it for two hours. Omoye had called her two days later to confirm what she had texted. Rosie had suggested coming to Lagos for confirmations. Omoye had accepted in order to prove to Rosie that her Osagie was faithful, she would use the journey as a break from the stress she had to deal with in Benin as well. Episode 3 @ 12noon
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