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Ifeoma who was already intensely shocked and
confused as she caught the sight of the weird and mind-boggling scene,
subconsciously broke her movement afar like an electrocuted being. “Ikenna ..!”
She managed to exclaim.
“Ify ..” He responded, still
flabbergasted.
The lady by his side preferred to act
like a spectator as the melodrama proceeded.
“What is going on here?” Ifeoma said,
moved closer to them.
“What is it?” he rhetorically tendered.
“Besides, you never told me you were coming?”
She ignored the query. “Who is this?”
she enquired, pointing at the guest.
“Well,” quoth Ikenna. “This is Chinwe.”
He answered, laid his right arm on the guest’s shoulders.
“So, who is she?”
Chinwe remained calm and attentive.
“She’s my fiancée, if you must know.” He
replied unequivocally.
“Fian… what?”
“Fiancee.”
“Am I dreaming or something?”
“Since I understood you weren’t ready to
settle down, I decided to have a second thought.”
“But I told you I was working on it?”
“For how long?” Ikenna quarreled. “What do
you take me for; a fool?” he added, furiously stood up.
“Then, why did you tell me you were coming
to my place today?”
“I
actually wanted to tell you that I have found my real love.” he responded,
looked at Chinwe whom was still seated calmly. “But I later realized it was
irrelevant.” He concluded, resumed his seat.
At this point, Ifeoma couldn’t withstand
the pressure and shame which still seemed not unlike a mere dream, thus she
hastily turned her back on them and dashed out of the apartment amidst intense
tears. When she got outside, she realized her car’s door wasn’t closed, but her
already boiling senses weren’t bothered by the observation. She hopped into the
black Toyota Jeep in the tattered mood and drove off.
There
won’t be a suitable way to describe how she reacted on her way back home. While
on the steering, she felt like undressing herself. Everything abruptly became
so worthless to her person. The pink T-shirt she wore seemed drenched which
wasn’t unconnected with the unsolicited fathomless sweats that kept coming. She
was seemingly, to say the least, hot and crazy.
“Who
was that?” Chinwe asked Ikenna.
The question came a few minutes after
Ifeoma’s departure while they were still seated in the settee right in the
lounge room.
“She is Ifeoma.” Ikenna replied
reluctantly.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“So?”
“Who’s she to you?”
“What else do you want to hear?” quoth
Ikenna. “Didn’t you hear all the discussions?”
Ikenna hooked up with Chinwe barely a
few weeks back having decided to forget everything about Ifeoma whose attitude
was unbecoming, and she (Chinwe) had agreed to settle down with him.
“So you have been double dating?”
queried Chinwe who was still curious.
“Double dating who and who?” Ikenna
said. “Since I met you, I have not even sighted her.”
“Then why is she still following you?”
Ikenna was speechless.
“Besides, why didn’t you quit the
relationship before searching for another woman, if you are truly done with
her?”
“Wait, what are you insinuating?”
“Exactly what you think.” She said, frowning.
“Let me assume I didn’t hear you
clearly.”
“You have not still answered my
question.”
“Like you heard earlier,” quoth Ikenna.
“I planned to be at her place today and break the news to her.” He said,
paused. “But your visit obstructed everything.”
Chinwe’s
visit disorganized Ikenna’s proposed visit to Ifeoma’s place. She actually took
him unawares, thus there was no how he could proceed with the plan. And she had
never heard of Ifeoma either.
“Oh my God!” Chinwe exclaimed.
“You have nothing to worry about,”
Ikenna conscientized. “I will take care of everything.” He assured, looking
into her sexy eyes.
“With the look on that lady’s face,”
quoth Chinwe. “She could be up to something …” She presumed.
“Like I said,” Ikenna interrupted,
attempting to kiss her. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about.” He
landed, eventually kissed her and made her to lean on his hairy chest.
When Ifeoma arrived home, she removed
all her wears excluding panties and bra while in the sitting room, went for a
bottle of brandy at her bar and began to devour it without a glass whilst
seated on one of the bar’s stools.
“What’s happening to me?” she thought,
looked very weird. “This is all my fault.” She admitted.
She
madly stood up with the bottle in her left hand, confusedly walked towards her
room, but eventually returned to the bar and sat down. This time, she was
seated on another stool. “I caused this,” she lamented aloud. “I caused it!” She
reiterated, felt like fisting herself severally.
Some seconds later, she abandoned the
drink which had already gotten to half, went for another bottle. This time, she
preferred whiskey. She began to empty the already popped bottle without much
ado. She drank, and drank until she got to stupor.
When she regained her consciousness at
about 5.05pm on that very day, she found herself in a hospital bed to her
utmost surprise. By her bedside was one of her male friends named Kelvin.
Kelvin was one of the men in her life
and she never loved him a bit because to her, he wasn’t even promising let
alone successful. He visited her apartment on that fateful afternoon having
called her number severally all to no avail, only to meet her lying on the tied
floor starkly nude. He managed to dress her before rushing her to a nearby
hospital.
Few seconds on, she looked at Kelvin, smiled,
never bothered to inquire how she got to the hospital. It appeared she
understood the scenario. “Thank you.” She told him.
“You are welcome, dear.”
“Will you marry me?” She asked
desperately.
The
eyes of the 40-year-old Kelvin popped open, felt very amazed to hear such rare
words from her. He had invariably adored her and thought she could never think
of accepting any marriage proposal from him let alone seeing such thing coming
from her tongue. He tried to ascertain if he was dreaming, but behold it was a
reality.
He quickly held her classy hands with his
while she still lay in the bed. “You mean,” he uttered. “You will marry me..?”
She
nodded, smiling.
“Yes
of course, I will marry you.” he said with alacrity. “You are everything I need
in this world.”
“Really..?”
“Of
course!”
“Thank
you so much.”
Two months later, they tied the connubial
knots to people’s utmost amazement including her fans. They were deeply
marveled to observe that the ‘almighty’ Ifeoma could settle for the least on
her list.
Before the marriage, Ikenna had already
wedded Chinwe - his newest love.
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