Part 1
The road was clumsy, pitch black, and breezy on a cold, dreaded evening. He had called her phone several times. No one picked on her end. His eyes shrank and his chins,littered with worries. He placed his hands akimbo, and wondered where she could be. She had just missed her call five minutes ago, while he rounded off his submissions to the board of directors of his construction firm for ratification.They both planned to meet in an eatery for dinner later that night.
The thunderstorm was quite heavy. Scary. Yet he got to the eatery at all cost. He had been here for over 2 hours and there was no tiny sign of her in sight. He became apprehensive. He racked his brain for verdant tips on where she could be. Just the color of the blouse she had told him she wore earlier in the day, saturated his head. He imagined her in that flowing gown he had bought for her in a luxury boutique and how anxious he is to drown his palms in hers. And have her giggle at his words. She doesn’t avoid his calls for that long. He brought out his phone and rang hers again but no one picked. He stamped his leg on the floor and commanded the attention of all the other customers in the eatery.
He let down his suit, loosened his tie and shuffled towards the exit door.
As he stepped out, the flood of light of a Venza car, ran into his eyes.
He saw her beautiful frame hugged the lanky , curly hair fellow.
She beamed with happiness and satisfaction. She bugged him and flung her legs out of the car. She bent by the window of the car to haul some wild compliments at the strange driver, with his mouth agape, and his slender hands tapping at the steering of the cool car .
His heart sank.
The Venza dude drove past him with his nose in the air.
She didn’t wear the blouse he had taken time and sweat to buy.
She chirped as she walked into him. She pressed his hands against hers and nozzle up his chin. He fumed. He wanted to ask questions but didn’t want to spoil the moment. They went in, got their food and ate solemnly. He stabbed his food more than he ate. He heaved a long sigh and ran his eyes round her pristine eyes. She talked freely . He was silent all through with some smirks. She ate some of his turkey and even used his straw.
She was ecstatic about the dinner, but he was cold.
She asked what was wrong. He kept still. She should not know he was jealous.
He just thought she should explain where she was during the fearsome thunderstorm. And why she was so detached from his pensive swing of emotion. Why she didn’t wear the velvet blouse he had bought her -. and why she happily swarmed around the Venza guy like a honey bee.
He picked his snake-skin purse , settled the bill, took her by his arms and dropped her off without saying the usual last word – I love you.
script by :
Oloyede Michael Taiwo
IG:@oloyedetom