By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Chioma smiled awkwardly, turning back to him shyly.
‘I’m
sorry, boss. I wish I could love you back as much as you love me.’ She met his
gaze. ‘You’re a good person.’ She smiled at him. ‘You are not my beau but you
will be my friend.’ She patted his shoulder gently like he was an old friend.
Sure enough, Emeka happily smiled at
the touch of Chioma, the smile he had on his face was like that of someone seeing
snow for the first time. Then he turned away.
When
Emeka left, Chioma breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time she silently
mocked herself. She doesn’t have a beau and should have accepted Emeka who had
affection for her and was true with his feelings. Instead of hoping that
someday Michael will come to her.
Chioma
decided to go outside a little, maybe to get courage to face her boss who was
now at the counter doing some calculations with his calculator. She wanted to get
water from the water dispenser. But it was close to where Emeka stood. She was
thirsty and needed to drink water. What was she going to do?
She
sent Chisom a Whatsapp message to get her water. Hearing the beep from her
Whatsapp, Chisom who was carrying a tray of hot steaming noodles to a customer,
picked up her phone from a table where she left it. Chisom saw the message,
glancing around for Chioma.
Chioma
stood outside waiting for the water and didn’t receive any yet from Chisom. She
felt that Chisom was busy, so didn’t bother.
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