By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘Yes,’ Chioma nodded. ‘I treated myself without his money.’
‘Chioma?’
‘Yeah?’
‘Are you sure that you ain’t regretting losing this man for good?’ Chisom asked, with a serious expression on her face.
‘Well, at that point, I had to toss his money and card at him. I was rude to him.’ She turned her face away. ‘I hate guys that think too highly of themselves. I felt insulted with the way he treated me like I was some kind of charity case.’
‘Chioma, you know why I’m asking. You told me that on your first meeting which was the moment you met him, you felt that he was the most important person in your life,’ she paused and spoke again. Chioma turned her face back to look at her. ‘You said that with him you want to experience all sorts of emotions… love, hate, infatuation… Now, the opportunity came for you to grab it… you threw it away.’ Her voice was small.
‘Chisom, stop it. I was only joking when I said that.’ Chioma’s voice sounded hoarse as tears stole into her eyes.
‘I’m not joking.’ Chisom was serious.
‘So you’re going to blame me now?’
‘No.’
‘What I did was wrong?’
Chisom didn’t reply, but her expression said it all.
Chioma took a deep breath in and pointed at her. ‘Fine, Chisom, what should I have done?’
‘You shouldn’t have let your anger get the best of you.’
‘I know I was in the wrong, but I couldn’t stand him trying to show off in front of me…’
‘He loves you.’ Chisom was optimistic about that. ‘He acted like a gentleman in the simple way he knows. Someone of such status couldn’t have cared whether you were dead or alive. But he waited patiently for you, despite his schedules. You’re one lucky girl.’ She patted Chioma’s shoulder and asked, ‘You love him, don’t you?’
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