By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Chioma didn’t wear her uniform today. She was wearing a white blouse embroidered with rose flowers, and a pair of fitting jeans, with her dark hair tied into a ponytail. The cool breeze gently blew at her, swaying a few strands of her hair, and causing her to enjoy the delicious morning breeze which flowed in from the open window. She looked young and fresh. Emeka who was watching her from the counter where he stood felt that Chioma looked beautiful like a refreshing girl in summertime. He was still in love with her but he had no choice than to give way for Michael. There was nothing wrong with loving someone from a distance, was there? Sometimes, instead of fighting for love, it was still best to let go, that way you both will find happiness that will change your lives.
As chioma busied herself with wiping the floor clean, she suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice from behind. ‘Are you Chioma Chima?’
Startled, Chioma turned around, glancing at Jessica. The mop was still in her hand. Chioma studied her from head to toe and was quick to recognise who she was. She knew that this lady was Jessica Nnaji. She was wearing a black Chanel tracksuit paired with gold earrings and black Dior pumps, and a sweet fragrance smell wafted from her graceful body. She wore her hair down. She was elegant and of course beautiful. Anyone would notice she was from a rich and powerful background.
Was
today the beginning of their love rival? Chioma thought with a smirk. She knew
that Jessica and Michael had been childhood friends, and since both the
Njemanze and Nnaji family have been friends, it was only natural for the
relationship to continue through the cementing of their children’s marriage. But
then, love doesn’t work that way. Love cannot be forced or learned. True love
has always been as smooth as pearl or pebbles on the beach. Any forced
relationship brought nothing but everelasting ruin.
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