Must Read: My Friend, Her Boyfriend And I - Season 1 - Episode 24

6 years ago

Must Read: My Friend, Her Boyfriend And I - Season 1 - Episode 24

‘If by 9am I no call you, you fit show.’ I told her. I did a very light make up on my face. I admired myself in the mirror and walked into the living room. I sat on the couch that faced my room. I turned on the TV and pretend to watch it, but I was actually watching my door. I heard some movement in my room, my heart started racing and skipping. I wanted to go into my room, at least peep in from the key whole, but I didn’t.

Partly because I was scared and partly because I knew he needed his privacy. The time crawled by as I waited for him to come out. 20 minutes later, my door opened quietly. I had planned to pretend to be engrossed with the TV but I couldn’t take my eyes off the door way. He came out slowly. He was wearing the clothe I left for him. That made me happy a bit. Just seeing him standing in my apartment filled my heart with hope. Oh how much I’ve missed him. Our gaze locked for a few seconds before he dropped his. I could feel he was a bit embarrassed to be in my house, so I spoke the first word.

‘Hi,’ I said softly but firmly. I was a bit surprised that my my voice was firm because I was shaking within.

‘Hi,’ he replied. He walked gently to the sofa, one hand was on his head, holding it as if it would fall off.

‘Did you take the drugs I left for you,’ I asked. He rested his elbows on his thighs and dropped his head into his hands. He m0aned in pains softly. My heart went to him, I wanted to go to him and wrap my hands around his head and kiss his pains away, but I restrained myself.

‘ I did but I vomited it, I don’t think anything can stay in my tommy right now.’ He said obviously reacting to his hangover.

‘Just rest your back and head against the sofa,’ he did. ‘Take shallow long breath till I get back, ok?’ I said heading for the kitchen. I poured the oat into a bowl, I added some sugar and a lot of milk. I put it on a tray, drop a spoon on a clean napkin, added a bottle of water and cup to it and headed back for the sitting room. I met him in the position I left him. I dropped the tray on a nearby stool and called him to eat. He said,

‘My head is aching seriously, I don’t think I can move it without it falling.’ I smiled to myself.

‘Ok, don’t move it, I will be right back.’ I went into my bedroom and came back with two pillows. I supported his back with one and his head on the second one. I sat on the sofa handle and put the tray on my laps. I dipped the spoon into the oat and started feeding him. He was reluctant ant first but after three spoons he relaxed. Tears grazed my eyes, but I refused to cry. I was ready to battle my way back into his heart, I was ready to cajole, to bribe, even to beg, but not with tears. I shook the tears away and fed my man. Ours eyes locked. I tried to read his expression but I couldn’t, I wore my heart in my eyes. I let my emotion showed on my face. The oat finished and I used the napkin to clean the corner of his mouth.

‘Thank you Joke.’ He said.

‘You are welcome. How do you feel now?’ I asked. He moved his head from right to left then nodded up and down.

‘Wow, I feel better. Did you put anything in the oat?’ He asked.

‘At all. Cereals and milk is just good for hangover, do you want some water.’ I asked him, he said no. I dropped the tray in the kitchen and rushed back to the living room. I went back to my previous seat and pretended to watch TV. I wished and prayed he would say something, my prayers was answered after 4 minutes.

‘Hhmmgbmn, I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t know what got into me. Did I hurt you?’ He asked. I smiled at him.

‘It’s ok. And no you didn’t hurt me.’ I reassured him.

‘Was Tola there last night, I think I saw her or was I hallucinating?’ He asked taking off the pillow he had behind his bed. I sensed it would embarrass him if he knew she was there.
I was torn between telling the truth and protecting him. When I remembered it was the truth that landed me here in the first place, I lied.