By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Chisom, who had come to give Chioma a cup of water, paused in her tracks, watching the scene. She gazed at this man with an outstanding charisma, and god-like features. Chisom couldn’t find the right word to describe his excellence. He was more handsome in real life than in magazines or TV. She had only thought that such men as beautiful as Michael appeared only in dreams and fantasies or even romance drama series but didn’t know that she would see this man today. So she froze at the sight of him. Perhaps she was dreaming? Was it really Michael that she was seeing or someone else?
Chioma was from a lowly background, Chisom wished that her best friend wouldn’t encounter tragedies because of this man. She had seen so many love stories with bumpy roads. She wished that Chioma wouldn’t cross such a road because it brought buckets of tears.
‘Please… let me go.’
‘What about being my woman?’
‘Maybe next time we will talk properly about it. I still have work.’ Chioma brushed him off.
Michael took her hand again.
‘Please…’ Tears stole into her eyes as she pleaded.
Michael wanted never to leave until she accepted him, but turning his head he saw that she was about to cry. If he refused to let her go, she might lose her job and maybe hate him for it. Then, he decided to let her go. Hesistating, he finally relented, and expressionelessly, released her hand.
‘I give you one week to say yes to me.’ Michael doesn’t seem to be joking. Then, he turned away elegantly and gracefully.
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