By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘Who could have done this?’Chioma asked Chisom who just arrived, wearing a brght blue dress with her hair styled down. On Chisom’s wrist was a cheap bracelet she had recently bought from a street vendor.
‘I’m sure it must have
been Michael, no one else would boldly do this without Sir Emeka notice,’Chisom
analysised. ‘Why not call him to confirm?’
Chioma
took out her phone from her bag and dialed Michael’s number. She could hear the
phone ringing not far from her, and slowly she turned around to see Michael,
wearing a high-end Chanel dark- blue
suit with a light-blue tie and a pair of matching shoes. He was so handsome
that Chioma couldn’t stop staring at him.
Chisom playfully coughed, and
then swiftly headed inside. Michael walked up to Chioma who was still staring
at him.
‘Am I that very handsome that you
can’t take your eyes off me?’Michael teased her and she looked away, blushing.
He looked at her lovingly, and then pulled her into a warm embrace. ‘I will be
leaving for Lagos tomorrow,’he paused, and gently lifted her head. ‘I’ll be
home in three weeks time.’
‘But
that’s far away!’ suddenly Chioma felt quite tearful at the thought of being
without him. She clung to him. ‘I’m going to miss you,’she murmured.
‘There’s
a serious problem that I need to rectify at our Lagos branch office which will
take me for like three weeks… I will return to you once I am done, okay?’
‘Okay.’
Chioma nodded. She knew that it was an emergency and he was needed there, or
else Michael wouldn’t be this worried to go there.
‘Hope you like the flowers?’ Michael
asked looking down at her face while stroking her hair gently.
‘I
like it, but then, you should have just called me to inform me you were leaving
for Lagos instead of coming over.’
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