His leg kicked an object, he shone the torchlight at the object.
“silly battery,” he muttered to himself, he quickly inserted the battery into the phone while still kneeling on the floor.
The speed with which he fixed the battery could probably beat the speed of light only if that were possible. The problem however was the phone decided to spend forever in booting.
He waited in silence, the silence in the room was overwhelming, he could hear his heart beats. Was he nervous or scared? How could someone’s heartbeat sound in this manner?
The phonebook was the next source of worry, why did phones have to be designed like this? After much ado he dialled Omoye’s number, she picked at the second ring. Thank God.
She held the phone while still crying, why was he humiliating her in this manner? As her tears flowed it made her see how much she missed him, how much she wanted to hear his voice, she wanted to hug him, kiss him and tell him everything was alright.
But her confused mind stood in the way, she still found it strange that he switched his phone off after she had called him. He could have just picked it to tell her off rather than switch off the phone.
The phone started vibrating, she cleaned her wet face with her hands and looked at the phone screen, was Osagie in the right frame of mind? Why was he calling her all of a sudden?
She could not tell what emotion she was feeling presently? Was it joy that he was finally calling? Or could it be anger and pain that he was toying with her feelings.
“What? What? Osagie what’s all this?”
“What? What? Osagie what’s all this?” she yelled over the phone.
He figured she had been crying, he wanted to say something but he was scared to say the wrong thing.
The only words that fell from his mouth was, “I’m sorry Omoye,”
he truly was sorry, he needed to see her and talk to her face to face. He did not want it to be a phone affair.
“Sweetheart, I’m truly sorry. What was I thinking? I was silly, but I’ve learnt and I just want to make this right.” he kept on saying.
He could hear her crying, “Please say something,” he begged. It would be better for her to unleash her anger, hurt and pain on him rather than keep quiet, “Please Omoye, please,” he begged again, he was still on his knees, the pain he was feeling from kneeling for long was nothing compared to the pain he felt in his heart. A pain he brought upon himself.
“I don’t know what to say, you hurt me Osas, you shattered the trust I had for you, you treated the love I had for you as trash. You hurt me, you really did.” she replied, her words were not really clear as she kept on sniffing at intervals.
“I’m sorry baby, please come home. Let’s talk about this, let’s settle this. You are the only woman for me, she does not matter. Its you I want, please.”
“Osagie just call me back, my head is going to explode.” she said to him with sadness laced in her tone.
“Baby, I will. But please come over and lets talk, I love you baby.”
She ended the call from her end while he still held the phone to his ear, he had really spoken to her, her voice was still as sweet as ever despite the fact that the tears were present.
He wanted to hear that voice again but this time he wanted to see her lips do the talking.
Thoughts of Sandra came knocking on his mind, he felt guilty. How could he have been so heartless to the innocent girl thereby placing his relationship on the line.
He had learnt a lesson, he would never make such a mistake, not even in his second life.
Princess signed out of the library, Chuks had left earlier claiming he had an appointment at Ikoyi.
She wore her backpack and was approaching the gate when she heard a familiar voice,
“How are you?” she smiled while embracing Kike.
“I’m fine, I saw you and your brother reading but I didn’t want to disturb. Its been a while oh.” Kike replied while pulling away from the embrace.
“Yes oh, I’ve not been in Lagos in say two years.” Princess nodded as though she wanted to be sure of the duration she was away from Lagos.
“Why now? I don’t have your number sef?” Kikelomo replied while passing her phone to Princess, “I gained admission into Uniben, I’m studying biochemistry.”
“Wow! congrats, that’s what you always wanted, right?”
Princess inputted her number into the phone and gave it to Kike, “Just flash me so I can save yours. But why Uniben now? I thought you wanted to join your sister in Lag”
“No way, I don’t want Lagos ooh, with the way she is always at home. Its annoying and you know how she can be. That reminds me what happened to both of you?”
“Nothing much, out of sight is out of mind,” Princess replied.
“Alright then, I’ll see you later.” Kike waved and went back into the library.
Princess walked, she was happy she saw Kike, how would she tell Kike that her sister was a backstabber.
If there was anybody she wanted to avoid, Kenny topped that list.
Omoye packed her remaining clothes into her bag, she had been packing for over thirty minutes, she wished she could leave immediately but she thought against it.
First, Victor was still asleep, there was no point disturbing his sleep, secondly her mother had gone out, it would be rude if she left without seeing her.
However, she wanted to kill two birds with a stone. She had no doubts about Osagie’s love for her, he had said all she needed to hear over the phone, she was going to make this right no matter how hard it seemed.
Deep within her she knew he deserved and had earned her forgiveness, it would only take her a little time to heal completely, the second bird she planned to kill was her father, not literally of course.
The man had not spoken to her in years, she was not going to leave his house until he gave her an audience. She just prayed everything would end fine and fast, that way she would be able to return to her home feeling fulfilled.
Her phone started ringing, it was Osagie, she smiled.
“Hello Omoye, you asked me to call you back,” he said.
“Yes, I needed to clear my head.”
“Please forgive me and give us another chance,” he pleaded. She knew she had forgiven him, but why were the words refusing to come from her lips.
“Osagie, I’ll come home but I can’t come home today.”
“Why?” he asked,
“I want to see daddy before I come home,” she heard him mumble somethings to himself, she was not surprised, her father really hated Osagie.
“But as soon as I’ve settled things here, I’ll come home so we can talk.” she continued
“Okay, how is Victor? Please can I talk to him?”
Omoye almost laughed, he was really feeling bad, who would think he would beg to speak to his son, she liked the way he was using please in almost every statement he made.
She needed him to know she had forgiven him, only that her mouth appeared heavy to say those words.
“He is asleep,” she replied.
“Alright, I’ll be expecting you. Can I call you again?”
Omoye gave a healthy laugh, he was asking for permission to give her a call, now this was the height of sweetness.
“Of course.” she replied.
“Thank you, this means a lot to me”
She did not know what to reply him at this point, all she knew was that she was happy. Her curious mind was still bent on knowing why he cheated on her, should she let sleeping dogs lie? Or would knowing about it help her healing heart?
“Its nothing Osagie,”
“Thank you, I love you Omoye,” he said and continued, “I’ll call you later.”
That statement signified that he was going to end the call, she had not mentioned the fact that she had forgiven him or the fact that she was still very much in love with him.
Life was all about taking risks, wasn’t it? If taking a risk was the next option, she would willingly do it.
“Osagie hold on, errm..” she sighed, “even though we still need to talk just bear in mind that I’ve forgiven you.”
Osagie did not say anything, she checked to see if he had ended the call, thank goodness the call was still on.
“I love you,” she finally said, what magic did those words possess? The calmness she felt after saying them made her wonder if there was no magic linked to them.
“oh Omo,” she heard him sigh, “you don’t know how much those words mean to me, thank you.”
The words equally meant a lot to her as well, everything happening pointed to one fact, Osagie was her man, she loved him and he loved her back.
After ending the call, she resorted to packing her remaining clothing. She would have to check Victor’s clothes which she washed yesterday, she swept the room and cleaned up everything that needed to be cleaned.
She had to put everything in order before leaving her parents house, she saw the pile of clothes her mother left by a corner, although her mother had not instructed her to wash it, she decided to wash it before leaving.
She packed the clothes and left the room while heading to the backyard.
She spent about forty five minutes washing the clothes, as soon as she rounded off with the washing she packed Victor’s clothes.
She opened the door only to find a stranger crouched over her son who was sleeping on the floor.
She was about to scream at whoever the visitor was till she saw the face of the intruder………….TO BE CONTINUED