Friday Before Valentine |Chapter 10|

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You have the face of an ascetic and have given the impression of being a gentle man. 

Marilyn excitedly opened the door and greeted you. 

“Doctor Dada, you haven’t told me what is happening between you and my friend o,” she said smiling.

You smile shyly, “Marilyn,” you chuckle for a while, “Ikakke didn’t tell you I said I love her?” 

I was sitting on the couch, my hands on my chin, my gaze was fixed implacably on your face. 

“How are you?” you ask, staring at my face.

“I am good Dada.” 

It is the first time I call you by your name. 

I hurry and have a hot bathe within minutes. I took time to draw the eye pencil on my brows, then the powder before the deep red lipstick. 

“Hmm. All this is for Doctor Dada?” Marilyn ask jokingly. 

I laugh. “Before nkor, who else?” 

“I have been in this country for over five years, no man has pursued me this way.” 

“Na you sabi abeg,” I say as I let my hair fall on my shoulders.

As I am about to leave, Marilyn sits by your side on the long couch, “She is a good woman. If you love her for real, you will enjoy her. Give her joy.” 

I watch as you smile and nod.

I smile and pat your shoulders. 

As we head to the car, I can feel your eyes on me. I suck in my breath as the breezy cold passed through my nerves, I give a tiny almost inaudible gasp. 

“We are heading to my house,” you say. Then you drive me down to your house, a far distance from town—from Marilyn’s place. I could get missing if I try to find my way down there alone. 

It is a small brick house that is located in a street that almost looks deserted. At first, I thought no one lived in this part of America, then I see that your house is here, on this lonely street that only sounds of birds can be heard. 

But I like the area, I like the way it smells of nature. Flowers and tall trees planted everywhere, the snows gave it another kind of beauty. 

“People don’t live here?” I ask. 

“Why? People live down the road. I bought this here because I just love being surrounded by nature. I am like that,” you say. 

“Okay. Nice,” I say calmly. 

You open the door and I smile at your well-furnished sitting room. Your house looks small from outside, but from inside, it is big and spacious. There is a photograph of you on the wall— inside a rectangular perspex block and fixed to the wall. You were hanging a stethoscope on your neck and smiling widely in the photo.

Then I see your family portrait. I stare at it for a moment with a smile. 

“That’s my mom, my sister and brother, and that’s my dad,” you say, pointing at the picture from the door. 

You walk toward me and ask, “What would you have been if you were not an engineer?” 

“Own my own company, run several businesses, just like Dangote.” 

You chuckle and nod. I didn’t know why you asked, but I know that there is a reason why you asked that question. 

You close your eyes. I lean towards you.

“We will visit Nigeria, we will go see my parents,” you say. 

I roll my eyes, “You don’t even know me.” 

“I do. I know you, I know who you are. My heart took you in the first day I set my eyes on you.”  You look at me, there is a pause and then you bent towards me and say, “You’re my woman.”

I look steadily at you, and had a clutch recollection, a memory of the men who had claimed they loved me too. What is going to be the outcome of this love affair I am about going into?

Next Chapter: |Chapter 11|

Complete Chapters:

|Chapter 1||Chapter 2||Chapter 3||Chapter 4||Chapter 5||Chapter 6||Chapter 7||Chapter 8||Chapter 9||Chapter 10||Chapter 11||Chapter 12||Chapter 13||Chapter 14||Chapter 15||Chapter 16||Chapter 17||Chapter 18|