GOLDEN CHANCE
(II)
“You have not still answered my
question.” Jessy hesitantly uttered as she fixed her gaze on Dan’s.
Dan was rather speechless, seemed
lifeless as he sat directly opposite her not unlike a job seeker.
At this juncture, they were still the
only guests at the bar, Dragon-Top. It was moment of confession; it was the
ripe time for him to disclose his prime intention; the period to state clearly
in strong terms the reason he left his initial position for hers. And, she
conspicuously could not wait to grab the note. Though she had already read the
atmosphere, courtesy unarguably demanded that when you walked up to someone –
especially a stranger – you ought not to hesitate in disclosing the mission for
your abrupt visit. Since there was no practical invite, his presence before her
at the moment remained embarrassing till the object of the August visit was
revealed.
“I am all ears, Mister Dan.” Jessy
reminded.
“My dear,” he stated. “It’s a long
story.”
Sure, the dude did not belong to the bracket
of men who knew too well how to approach ladies let alone a cutely looking and
classy one like Lady Jessy.
“Long story?” she verified. “You mean,
you have come to tell me a long story?”
“On the contrary,” quoth Dan. “I have
come to tell you that, that…” he stammered, paused.
She was silent, became attentive as
she got fascinated over the mode of approach deployed by him. Sure, she needn’t
be told that he was naïve. Such attitude of his triggered her interest more.
“… That I have been your secret admirer
for three weeks now.”
Jessy smiled stylishly.
“Congratulations, Mister Dan.” She enthused, clapping.
He was amazed, though became confused
over the unforeseen gesture.
“So, Mister Dan,” she continued,
sipped her drink via the straw. “Why are you admiring Missus Jessy?”
“Missus Jessy..?” he echoed, became
flabbergasted. “Did I hear you right?”
“I am sure you did.” quoth Jessy. “Or,
didn’t you?”
“Do you mean, you are married?” he
verified, pointing at her with his right hand.
She dished out a dazzling smile.
“Would you like to see my husband?”
“So, how come you are not putting on
your ring?”
“Is that necessary?” she said. “Does it
really matter?”
“Of course,” he replied. “Or isn’t it?’
“I don’t think it is, my dear.” she
argued. “Faithfulness is a thing of the heart.”
On
hearing the last clause, Dan felt like strangulating himself right before her
as he tightly fixed his gaze on hers. To him, he had all along wasted a whole
three weeks, thinking he was up to something beneficial, forgetting that ‘not
all that glitters is gold’. His mind was at the time preoccupied with mixed
feelings, all sorts of weird thoughts, or what have you. He was apparently
trapped to the ground.
What could he do now? Since it seemed he had
ab initio embarked on a fruitless mission, he had no other choice than to
manage lifting his ‘useless’ body towards returning to his original position
there in Dragon-Top, or better still consider leaving the bar for else locality
where he would be more sober.
Right now, which was almost 6:00 pm, more guests
had arrived Dragon-Top, hence the arena was gradually becoming rowdy and hot as
usual. Against this backdrop, another person had occupied Dan’s initial
position.
Few seconds later, the 36-year-old Dan stood
up and attempted to take his leave. “Well, thank you for your time.” he managed
to utter.
“You are welcome.” Jessy replied
frankly, sipped her drink for the umpteenth time.
He turned and sluggishly took a step forward,
fixing his gaze on the exit point of the bar, or probably where his white Honda
Accord car was parked.
His intention was to leave the joint
for home, or somewhere else he could reexamine himself with a view to knowing
what to do with his ostensible miserable life.
“Mister Dan.” Jessy called tenderly as
he left her table.
He quickly but majestically applied
his brakes, calmly twisted his neck but never uttered a word.
“Please, come.” She urged politely.
Dan calmly walked back to her, but
didn’t bother to resume his seat as he stared at her in silent awe.
“Please, can you sit down?” She enjoined,
gesticulating.
He complied like one who was being
controlled with a remote, remained mute.
“I can see, you are hurt.” Jessy
observed. “Please, I didn’t mean to.” she added, paused. “I am sorry.”
Dan became more bemused, couldn’t fathom the
scenario as he sat loosely on the chair.
“I want to make a confession.”
“Confession..?” he eventually uttered.
“Yes.” She said, nodding.
“For what?”
“I have also been attracted to you.”
She revealed hesitantly.
The dude was surprised to receive
such strong and mind-blowing words from a woman he had all along seen as a
goddess that deserved to be worshipped. “How?” he verified in a jiffy.
“I have been your secret admirer from
the first day I sighted you.” Jessy categorically clarified. “I noticed you the
very first time I walked in here.” she supplemented. “I actually came to chill
myself on that day but the acknowledgement of you made me kept coming
afterwards.”
“Serious?”
“The truth was that, Jessy had from
the outset been watching Dan’s back. Though she didn’t come to Dragon-Top for
the first time because of Dan, her first visit to the famous outlet disclosed
the dude’s existence. From that moment, she became a secret admirer. What
actually prompted the admiration was owing to the fact that the dude happened
to be seated alone throughout that fateful Saturday she patronized the bar.
Being a lonely lady, she thought getting acquainted with him would go a long
way in addressing the dreaded disease known as ‘loneliness’, which she was
currently suffering from.
She made enquiries and got to know that he
usually came to the joint on weekends. So, being a banker, Saturday evenings
cum Sundays were often her free time, thus she chose to always visit Dragon-Top
every Saturday with the purpose of working out strategy on how to get him
attracted to her, not knowing that he equally got attracted to her on that
first day.
“But you said, you are married?’ Dan
inquired. “Or, could it be I didn’t hear you well?”
“Never mind.” responded Jessy. “I was
just pulling your legs.”
He smiled, though still engulfed in the
overwhelming astonishment occasioned by the unimagined confession.
Therein, they became friends. Weeks
on, the friendship metamorphosed into intimacy. Barely five months on, Dan led
the pretty Jessy down the aisle.
The rest is history, please.
FDN Nwaozor
Executive
Director, Docfred Resource Hub - Owerri
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