LETTER TO MY GIRLFRIEND
(Love of my life)
Season 1
Episode 3
A Story Written By Bright Daniel
Cynthia’s room became hot due to the hot weather then she realised that the windows were locked. She quickly ignored the thought of who the stranger she philanthropilcally helped then opened the windows and undressed her cloth. One could see a tight black pant engulfed her buttocks and a black bra that pumped her breast up. She stood still without knowing what she was thinking. But actually she was lost in thought once again that she moved towards the window without noticing it. She placed her hands on the protector staring at the sky. “Could it be that he was waiting for the red car? The driver was a female. Who is she to him? If it’s a friend of his, then why couldn’t he have common one hundred naira? He seems to be kind and handsome..” she found herself smiling before she realised who she was thinking about. She looked at herself and hissed. “Why am i even thinking about a stranger? And when did i come back to this window?” she murmured and took a wrapper.
*
Nath found himself in the bathroom taking a cool shower. One could see soapy water rushed down from his head. He couldn’t think of any person but the girl who saved her from embarrassment. He admired her beauty but didn’t think it was necessary to have nice girl like her. “Will i be able to take care of her? I am only a mechanic. Having a girl in my life should be the last thing i think of. But she’s naturally beautiful” he thought.
*
Mr Williams house, Joyce’s father had a milky colour paint. It was a storey building with two long pillars at the front. Suddenly, the gateman opened the gate and a car drove in. A loud music of 2pac tilted, ‘Hit-Em-up’ was blasting out of it. The sound became louder when the driver’s door was opened and a young handsome man came out nodding his head to the music. “..you tried to be a player but i fuck your wife…. fuck for life…” he sang happily still nodding his head. He closed the door and the music went off when he locked the car with a remote and began to walk inside the house. He wore a sagged jean trouser with a white nigga T-shirt which had the image of 2pac both front and back. A silver chain dangled beside the jean and his neck. On his head was a face cap he wore backward. In the parlour, he found Mr Williams sitting on a cushion.
“Good day, sir”
“Good day, Mento”
“Yo, is me the one and only Mento” he shook hands with Mr Williams. “How is everybody?” he added.
“We are fine. And your father?”
“My popsy is doing good” Mento replied and looked around. “Where’s Joyce?” he asked…
*
Meanwhile, Joyce was still with her friend Miracle. They were in her room gisting as old friends who departed for a long time. The room was well furnished, and, of course, make-up materials never ceased to be found in such a gallant female room. Miracle was sitting on a chair while Joyce laid on the bed.
“Baby girl” Miracle began. “I thought you are already married oh”
“To who?” Joyce asked disdainfully.
“To your Mento nah”
“Abeg if it is a joke, stop it”
“I thought..”
“Stop thinking!” Joyce interrupted. “I don’t like Mento.. I don’t just like his way of life”
“But both of you have been so closed. Moreover, your family and his are like 1+1=1”
“I don’t care” Joyce concluded and both remained silence. “How do you see that guy that brought me here?” she broke the silence.
“Which guy?” Miracle asked looking confused.
“The one i gave money. He said his name is.. Natha.. Nathan.. Something like that”
“Then what are you saying?”
“The guy is nice”
“A stranger that you just met? Abeg, change topic!” Miracle rebuked.
Suddenly, Joyce phone rang. She stared at Miracle when she saw the caller to be Mento.
“Baby girl, why are you looking at me? Pick your call”
“Why did you mention Mento’s name? Now he’s calling me”
“Abeg pick your call!”
Joyce waited for a while, she hissed before she picked the call.
“Yo baby, where are you?” Mento sounded on the phone.
“At a friend’s place”
“Please, i need you to come over”
“I have heard you” Joyce cut the called then stared at Miracle.
*
Cynthia had to go out again that same day to get some food stuffs. On the same road that leads to the main road, Joyce drove out. However, she had been looking all over the places if she would see Nath again. She saw Cynthia and recognised her as the girl Nath was staring at, so she pulled over and whined down the glass. When Cynthia saw the car, she recognised it too.
“Hey, excuse me” Joyce voiced out with a high pitch voice. Then Cynthia stared at her. “Do you know the person called Nathan.. Something like that?”
“No, i don’t know him” Cynthia replied.
“But he said you help him out with something”
“What could that be?”
“He didn’t mention it” both remained silent.
“Where did you see him?” Cynthia broke the silence.
“I carried him on my way coming here” she replied. Then Cynthia understood she was talking about the guy she helped..
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To Be Continued………….
