Wits from the dark 4

It’s been another week gone and I am yet to hear from Tolu. She was meant to give me regular updates. Even if there were no developments, I was meant to be yet informed, so I’d be aware of when further steps needed to be taken. However the four days’ silence was beginning to get on my nerve. It was strictly out of the rules for me to call Tolu, but damn it, she created this eerie situation, after all I created the rules myself. So I picked my phone to call Tolu, the phone rang for some times and there was yet no response. I waited for half an hour again and called yet no response, then I waited for an hour again and called and that was when the smooth gliding voice of Jibola responded; and instead of hello what I heard was “Buddy, I know everything, you are such a motherfucker, let us correct everything meet me at the same restaurant tomorrow for lunch, same time.
I couldn’t sleep for the whole night, couldn’t believe Tolu would betray me like that. After all I was paying her well. I had to figure out what response to give Tolu, after all I didn’t tell Tolu specific details, she only knows I need her to get some information for me, and why I need to get them I didn’t tell her. The night felt endless, I rolled hundreds of times but nothing came up, don’t even know what to tell Jibola.
I woke up very early the next morning to see my girlfriend, her name is Temitope. Temitope is a curvy short girl with fair skin and pretty face. She had the most delightful of smile and she has this charming comfort about her character. I had already called her to inform her of my visit, she in turn had prepared my favourite food of pounded yam and vegetable soup. I got there quite early so I won’t delay her too much as Tuesday was not her free day. She welcomed me with her usual thrilling smile and then her tender hug. She ushered me into her room and then to the pounded yam meal. She insisted breakfast first before talk. I was barely able to eat past half my normal ration as Jibola issue heaved solely on my mind. I was glad she didn’t complain as she already knew my mood was gloomy. After that shabby meal we went to the sitting room where we had extensive talks, it was there I updated Temitope a 100% and asked for her opinion. Temitope advised me to tell him half the truth, that I should tell him I truly handed Tolu such shady errantry, that I should however twist my motive, that Jibola should never know how we are to each other for now. Jibola might seem a friend, however if his father should know about my true identity, he could end up being a fatal enemy. So I listened to my baby’s advice, and it held an earnest wisdom and is a safe haven for comfort. I left Temitope’s a happy man, most delighted because of the lucky man I was. I didn’t just date beauty, I dated wisdom as well. I soon got home and had a deserved rest. I woke around past 11 and set to prepare for the important lunch.
I was late, so unlike me, Jibola was already seated at the table, I took a quick glance at his eyes and it felt it sparked fire. He welcomed me rashly but yet still warmly. After I was seated he told me he already ordered; “while we await the waitress I want you to explain yourself and please don’t pretend; am talking about Tolu. My heart beat paced, I didn’t know what to say, several thoughts raced through my mind, where should I start with Jibola? I was still in my subtle trance when Jibola voice impacted my ears again. “Are you just going to sit there and stare dear friend or you will tell me where on earth you got that idea for the prank you played on me? Right about then Tolu walked in, she was cloaked in a bright green gown that flowed freely to just above her ankle.
She got to our table, drew out her chair and they both busted into a frenetic laugher. I was so shocked and confused.
“Buddy just messing with your head, she told me how you hooked us up and am very grateful about that. In fact, Dare, you are a friend indeed, I will never forget what you’ve done for me because I just found that woman.”
Tolu raised her fingers and waved it at me, “he proposed to me, she said with broad smile across her face.”
As both of them shared their good news, a sudden gloom extended its cloak of glue across my heart, hasn’t my lively ferry of plan found a hole in its under belly? Is my fancy ferry of plan not sinking heavily down the river of reality? I was blank and lost.
To be continued
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