Episode 5: This love sha
I was listening to Omoyeniâ€™s gist and answering my whatsapp message at the same time. It was Friday night and I finally had time to see the rugrats. We were seated at the pool side of Ember Creek waiting for Omotunde.
â€œWhy is Omotunde late o?â€ I asked
Omoyeni rolled her eyes.
â€œWhat?â€ I asked suspiciously
â€œLabib ambushed her in front of her officeâ€
â€œWhat! Like seriously!!! That guy needs to be arrestedâ€
â€œWait na, hear the gist firstâ€
I dropped my non-alcoholic cocktail.
â€œLabib sent someone to her office earlier on with flowers, fresh flowersâ€ she grinned.
I eyed her as she continued.
â€œHe was waiting for her at her office gate when she closed. They are on their way hereâ€
â€œWhat do you mean? He is not invited here, if he stays, Iâ€™ll leaveâ€
â€œTake it easy now, Labib is not that badâ€ I was about to take her down the memory lane when they arrived. By â€˜theyâ€™, I mean the â€˜woman beaterâ€™ and my love stricken Omotunde.
â€œHello Shalewa, Omoyeniâ€ Labib greeted.
Alright, Pause. Labib is every womanâ€™s dream. He is from a respectable Muslim home. Heâ€™s an entertainment mogul; a very strong business man with lots of assets, money dey for pocket. He is tall, dark and handsome. Only problem is that he has anger issues, he is very insensitive to her needs, he could go without talkingÂ toÂ her for a week, he enjoyed picking fights over little things andÂ after they makeÂ up, he would monitor her around like a GPRS, sheÂ was not allowed to haveÂ male friendsâ€¦a very long list of why this â€˜molueâ€™ was wrong for her, and yeah, the worst of all, he recently started hitting Omotunde.
I answered with my nose. Omoyeni got up to hug him. I almost hissed with disgust.
He whispered into Omotundeâ€™s ear and she giggled while I looked away. Labib left us to enjoy our evening. Phew! Feelings ecstatic, if he had stayed, I would have dialed my own number, picked and tell a lie to the girls my mum needed me at home. Shior!
â€œSo Omotunde, did he offer you a trip to Dubai this time?â€
She smiled. â€œNo, we just talked. His mum called me tooâ€. She smiled again â€œwe talkedâ€
â€œYou said that alreadyâ€ I said impatiently â€œThatâ€™s it, I donâ€™t like your tone Shalewaâ€
â€œSorryâ€ I apologized shabbily and rolled my eyes.
â€œHe said he was sorry and he would never do that again. I know this is the 2nd time and I kind of provoked himâ€
â€œOmotunde, you know I love you right?â€
â€œYesâ€ she said with a tear rolling down her eye.
â€œDonâ€™t cry, pleaseâ€ I got up to hug her
â€œI love him; I know he is wrong for me. I know he is but he loves me. He genuinely cares. We agreed to see a psychologist to help with his anger issues. I really donâ€™t want you saying anything negative right now. Just be there for me, this is all I ask. I will take care of my own shit, ok?â€ She touched my face.
I stepped on Omoyeniâ€™s feet expecting her to say something. She hugged us both instead.
I decided to let it go for now and interrupted the â€˜hug for stupid loveâ€™ moment that was going on.
â€œDid I tell you guys about the anonymous whatsapp friend?â€
â€œYes you did, what about him?â€ Omotunde asked wiping her face with a Kleenex she pulled out from her bag.
â€œRemember I said I suspected Femi?â€
â€œYesssâ€ they both chorused impatiently.
I laughed. Gist mongers.
â€œTurned out I was wrong. I checked his business card and the number did not tally.â€
â€œObrocho!!! What if he bought another line for this purposeâ€ Omoyeni said.
â€œWait naâ€ I smiled and continued â€œI dialed the number when I was in his officeâ€
â€œAndâ€¦â€¦â€ Omoyeni interrupted
Omotunde shot her a â€˜shut your trapâ€™ look.
â€œI didnâ€™t hear it ring in his office. I was thinking the phone must â€˜have been placed on silence but few minutes later, while I was still in his office, I got a whatsapp message; it read â€œplaying detective Miss Benson?â€
They both opened their mouth.
â€œAnd Femi was right there in front of you?â€ Omoyeni asked.
I nodded my head.
They both started to laugh uncontrollably.
I stared at what was left of my drink and smiled at them. My phone vibrated. It was a call from Mr. Anonymous.
â€œOmg!!! Heâ€™s callingâ€
â€œWho?â€ They both asked at the same time
â€œPick naâ€ Omotunde said pushing my phone to me
I did. â€œHeâ€¦ He..lloâ€ I stuttered
â€œHi Shalewaâ€ I almost passed out. It was sultry,sexy and masculine,strong!
Omoyeni and Omotunde glued their ears to my phone.
â€œHiâ€ I whispered as I tried to place the voice. It almost sounded like Femi. Almost. Was it Femi??
â€œSince Iâ€™m a gentleman, I decided to return that call of yoursâ€
â€œOk, good for youâ€ I smiled
â€œCan we meet?â€
Omoyeni looked at me and whispered yes. She stared at me like a Mother asking her daughter to sweep the floor.
â€œI do not think that would be possible right nowâ€ I bit my lips. I was dying to know if itÂ is Femi. I changed my mind in seconds.
â€œWe could meet upâ€Â I changed my mind
â€œIâ€™d love that if it wonâ€™t be much of a troubleâ€
â€œIâ€™ll let you pickâ€
Omoyeni signalled â€œhereâ€
â€œEmber Creekâ€ I said almost shouting.
â€œCool, itâ€™s just 5mins drive from my home. I live in Queenâ€™s drive. What time?â€
â€œIâ€™m there at the momentâ€.
â€œAlright then, Iâ€™ll see you in a bitâ€
I waited for him to hang up and faced the rugrats.
They both started to giggle. I got up quickly. â€œHow do I look?â€
â€œRelax jor, you look goodâ€
I had on Ralph Lauren Polo, blue denim and a medium heel court shoe. My hair was tied up in a bun.
Omotundeâ€™s phone rang and she excused herselfÂ to receive the call. Labib obviously.
â€œOmoyeni Adegbite, what was that?â€
â€œWhat?â€ She frowned
â€œWhy didnâ€™t you tell Omotunde the truth? She deserves to be happyâ€.
â€œShalewa, I really hate to see her sad. Labib has his shortcoming, who doesnâ€™t? I am yet to come across a perfect man or a perfect relationship. Most relationships we term â€˜greatâ€™ are seen that way mostly because the couples involved have found a way to patch things upâ€
â€œI know that, but not when a man starts abusing you physically, thatâ€™s beyond patching upâ€
She squeezed her eyes. It was her thing when she was talking about anything serious.
â€œYou heard her say he will see a â€˜shrinkâ€™. So fingers crossedâ€.
I was about to make a comment when Omotunde joined us. My phone vibrated, it was Mr. Anonymous. I picked up immediately.
â€œHello Shalewa, Iâ€™m hereâ€. My heart skipped a beat.