By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘Chioma, you seem to have encounted a ghost tonight, right?’Andrew asked mockingly.
Startled, Chioma turned around, almost choking on the drink she had just sipped. Standing not far behind her was Andrew who held his phone in his hand. He seemed to have just had a bath because he smelled of soap and had changed into his blue pyjamas.
Chioma smiled awkwardly, finishing the drink in the can, she glanced at Andrew, and said, ‘I needed some fresh air.’
‘I Know. The house is hot. Wish I have money to buy air conditioner…but then, the man outside our house a couple of minutes ago, could afford to buy that for us, am I right?’
Chioma
stammered nervously, ‘Uh, I...I don’t think it would be proper to rip him off…’
she was afraid that this conversation would go on until she had answered Andrew’s question, so she
headed for the dining and poured herself a glass of water. She didn’t want to
drink water, but she had to force herself.
‘I know you’re pretending to drink water…’He walked closer to her. ‘Felix is a good man, Michael is also good,’Andrew paused. ‘If this was a movie, I would have liked it if you choose both men and marry them.’He let out a sigh. ‘This isn’t a movie…As you have chosen Michael stick to him. Don’t make them play the game of who will choose the queen. You can have Felix as a friend…Maybe best friend.’
Chioma turned around to face Andrew. ‘I love Michael so much that I will never give him up. I don’t have a romantic relationship with Felix…’
‘Then tell him you’re seeing someone already. He would get hurt, yes. But he would get over it sooner or later. Don’t give him hope. Don’t keep him hanging.’
‘He chose to keep himself hanging… I want to tell him that I am seeing Michael but he doesn’t give me the chance to do so. He doesn’t give me the chance to speak. He is too bossy, too domineering…’
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