Roses N Chocolates

DIARY OF A STRANGE WOMAN – 21

Nosa will date any man for the right price. Find out why.

True to his word, Femi leaves with Ivy a few minutes later. The silly girl acted like she was being chased away, probably to make me look bad in Femi’s sight. Again, maybe not. She knows Luke and must suspect I’m cheating on my golden goose, which she knows is strange. But then, I’ve known Ivy for about four years and she has never used drugs or lost control this way. In fact, she introduced me to the high-life I now live. So, people change. I have changed.

Femi returns late in the night, and after dinner, we hop into bed. I have an itch he knows exactly how to scratch. Once was too much. Twice, and I am established in this way. It will be ridiculous to “talk” about “friendship”, it no longer exists. My mind reels on how to handle these two men, both active and virile, satisfying me in different ways. I wish I have a friend who can advise.

Toyin. Maybe she’ll know how to handle the situation but Toyin is not an option. First, I don’t want her close again because of her “holier than thou” attitude. Who knows what she’s doing in secret? Second, just like the first, she would criticize me though I could lie to her I was asking for my sister. But she’s Mary’s friend, and may still have her contacts. And Mary wasn’t quite like that.

People change. I have. Ivy has. Who knows who else? Toyin may be anything but she wasn’t dumb. She’d see through my story. And I so don’t want her around.

“What are you thinking?”

I stiffen. “I thought you are asleep.”

“No. Drowsy though.” He pulls me closer. “What are you thinking?”

I don’t like people who ask the same question over and over, or say the same thing, have an opinion, insist. Like Femi.

“Nothing.”

“You’ve scratched your scalp twice. Tell me.”

Really? I smile sheepishly. I don’t have to tell him anything. But, “I’m just thinking about us. There’s no way it will work out.”

He strokes my tangled hair. “Why do you say that?”

“Because one, I have a boyfriend. Two, we come from different ends of the—the, ur—”

“Ladder?” He pauses. “Hmm?”

I shrug. “Yes.” I’m not prepared for this conversation, yet I’ve noticed he has that effect on me. I talk when I don’t want to.

“I won’t do ego on you. About money.”

I sit up. “Femi, it’s not only that. I love my boyfriend and I don’t want to lose him.”

He pulls me back. “I’m not in a hurry.”

I shake my head. “Femi, I can’t be unfaithful to two of you.”

“You’re not unfaithful to me. I know what I’m getting into. You’ve been singing it in my brain from day one. And I love you for that.” He presses a kiss on the crown of my head. “It’s a matter of time.”

“I’m getting married to my boyfriend, Femi.”

Why on earth did I say that?

Femi goes still for a second, then murmurs, “It’s a matter of time.”

There you go again, the repetition; just so annoying. I close my eyes. His luck. If he wants to play hide and seek with me and Luke, we’ll see who’ll get hurt at the end.

“Ivy is in my house.”

My eyes flip open. “What?”

“In the taxi, she me told she was thrown out of her house when she returned from the drinking and drugging binge with her friends. That’s why they brought her here.”

I sit up and glare at him. “Wait a minute, I don’t understand you.”

“What was I supposed to do? When we got into the taxi, she gave her address but on the way, she told me the truth.”

My tummy twists with anger and jealous rage. “So you offered to let her stay with you?”

“I didn’t offer. She begged me if she could stay with me till she found her feet. A few weeks, she said.” He sighs. “Did I make a mistake to take her in?”

His innocent question worries me, and drains me of the anger. He’s just being nice, I guess.

“She’s your friend, isn’t she?” He leans forward. “Should I ask her to leave in the morning?”

I scratch my head. “No. I mean—she needs help, I guess. But, huh!” How do I say this? “What kind of accommodation do you have? Where will she stay? Where were her clothes?” I’m assuming he can’t afford more than a room, if at all, which is one of my vices.

He shrugs. “We still had to go back to her place. Her clothes were flung all over on the road. I use a self-con. I’ll sleep on the floor whenever I’m there.”

He doesn’t notice my foul assumption or chooses to ignore it. And Ivy staying with him for a few weeks, I don’t like it.

Not at all.

 

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