I LOVE HIM

EPISODE 3

Cynthia’s side of the story 

I came back to my lodge (from Frank’s shop disappointed. I wanted to meet him by all means. “Wait, is this love or something else? love at first sight? it can't be” I assured myself. I was among the few that doesn't believe in love at first sight. I have not felt this attraction to any guy after I broke up with my ex. I tried Frank’s line but it wasn’t connecting. I got restless and couldn’t concentrate on myself. I packed few of my stuffs and left for my home. My parents own a gigantic mansion at world bank Owerri. It has always been my routine to go home on weekends. Besides Joel would be coming that evening to see Sharon. Though I told Sharon about Frank, she didn't bother to ask me if I succeeded in seeing him. At exactly 5:47pm, I left my lodge to my parents’ house. The next day was Sunday and there was probably no way I could get to see Frank unless I could convince him to hang out with me of which I don’t know the best way to go about it. The worst of it all was that I couldn’t get through to him. I was still in my thoughts that night when my phone rang. I checked the caller and it was Mike. “Ah! Why would this guy be calling me by this time of the night?” I murmured. He was obviously the last person I wanted to talk with. Seriously, the impression he gave me the first day we met at the computer shop made me develop this automatic hatred for him. I ignored his call. But he continued calling until I got tired of ignoring his call. This time around, I had to pick the call. He sounded relieved and inquired why I refused to pick his calls. "Oh! I was in the kitchen" I lied. But to be frank, I don’t know the last time I entered the kitchen because since I got admitted, I don't cook. I like buying my food outside. It might sound weird though. Come on, there is enough cash and who has the time to kill herself in the kitchen? I can't come and kill myself na. Back to Mike. Well, he bought the excuse without trying to argue. He inquired on how I was doing and asked if I could hang out with him on Sunday after service. Once again, I lied to him that I would be going out with someone. He begged me to at least give him a little chance. Though I never wanted such closeness but in order not to sound so hard or harsh on him, I told him we would be meeting the next Sunday. After much ado, he gave in and bid me goodnight. I hung up with a relieve only to receive a goodnight text from him. This guy is really a torn in my flesh. Oh! I even forgot to ask him about his friend Frank and while Frank's line wasn’t connecting. But I can’t call back just to ask him that because it will be a big blow to him. So, I decided to sleep over it that night and I prayed Frank’s line will go through the next day. I had barely fallen asleep when a car drove into our compound. I knew very well that my parents were the ones that drove in. They traveled two weeks ago on a business trip and I was expecting their arrival that same day. My parents were very rich. My Dad deals on Hollandaise while my mum deals on lady’s wears. My mum had first gone to Paris and Dubai before my Dad traveled to Holland. She then had to join him there so that they will come back together. Lover birds. I envy their relationship so much. The bond was so strong. It was the type that I needed. I jumped up from my bed and rushed out to meet with my parents. They were happy to see me and also to be home after being away for a couple of days. My mum didn’t hesitate to let me know that she got me a whole lot of goodies. As the only child, my parents made sure that I got the best of whatever I wanted. Though they offered to send me abroad for my education, but I never wanted to school abroad and that was because of my ex. I loved him so much that I always wanted to see him around. Even though we are apart, I still love him but we can't be together anymore. Any day I didn’t set my eyes on him seemed like hell to me. Due to my refusal to go abroad, they made sure I studied in the best University in the country. But my dull brains wouldn't let that happen. I was always free at home. And this is as a result of the maids around that virtually take care of all the house chores. I was comfortable with my family and I lacked nothing. We went into the house and I was expecting lots of gist and gifts from my parents. I trust my mum, she no dey fall hands. The night was very fun. I virtually forgot about Frank. Wow! There is no place like home. Your home is not just the building but the people inside of it. My Dad also got me some stuffs. After the whole merry making, we had dinner and every one retired to their rooms. It was the moment that I entered my room that I remembered Frank. I picked up my phone and dialed his line. Luckily for me, the line went through. Seemed like my parents came back with a whole lot of luck. It was past eleven that night, and I wasn't expecting him to pick the call. He suddenly picked the call and asked who it was. I was surprised at his actions when I mentioned that I was the one. He hung up on me. I tried the line till the nth time but he didn’t pick the call. What happened? Why would he hang up on me in that manner? I became restless once more. I couldn’t place my hands on what could have caused such actions from him. I tried the line once more and it was switched off. I then sent him a text in case he boots his mobile before I slept off.

Frank’s side of the story: 

It was Saturday and as usual, I would be going to Douglas for the little seminar I was handling there for Nekede students on web design. By 10:30 AM, I was already there. We kicked off immediately and I was doing what I was very good at. The number of students that showed up was encouraging. At exactly 2:15, we were done and it was time for me to go. I boarded a keke that would take me to Orji where I was staying because I needed to take some shower before going back to the shop. I didn't feel like going back to the shop because the registration fee I realized from the seminar could do me for two weeks or more. So, I went home instead, had a shower and ate my launch. Afterwards, my phone rang and it was Mike calling. He informed me about Cynthia's visit and asked that I should come to the shop immediately that he has a message for me. I told him that I would but not immediately. When I was done with what I was doing, I left for my shop. I stood by the roadside waiting for a taxi that will take me to Tetlo, when all of a sudden, after waiting for about 5 to 7 minutes, a car immediately came to a halt before me and before I could realize what was going on, four hefty young men emerged from the car and seized me. They released gun shots into the air and people ran for their dear lives. They pushed me inside the car and placed a drugged handkerchief on my nose and I lost consciousness. I woke up later in the evening to find myself in a dark room that looked uncompleted from the scent that emanates from it. I was terrified, but then, I realized that I had been kidnapped. But, who was behind my kidnapping? I was not rich, I don’t remember having any sort of a problem with anyone. Why would someone kidnap me? Or are they money ritualists? So many thoughts came to my head but I couldn’t place my hands on the cause of my kidnapping. Some few minutes after I gained consciousness, I heard footsteps coming towards where I perceived was the direction of the door. My heart skipped and I started muttering some prayers. I wasn't sure of what I was saying but I had to say some few words before I die. The door opened and two huge guys came inside the room where I was. One of them approached me with a gun in his hands, I swallowed hard and was expecting my death in no distant time. I raised my face and looked straight in his eyes; he was masked and he didn't make any attempt to harm me. "Who are you and what have I done to deserve this?" I asked. One of them gave me a heavy punch and the other one pointed his gun on my head. "Oh! please don't do this, you have the wrong guy." I begged. "Shut up!" the other guy shouted giving me another punch. The one with the gun seemed to be the leader and he calmed the guy punching me down and told me that they were not instructed to kill me, rather they were asked to warn me. He told me that it would be the first and last warning I would get from them. That the next we meet, that they would surely kill me. I was surprise. “But what have I done? What warning?” I asked. The other guy gave me a hot slap. The one with the gun laughed heavily and told me that I should stay clear off Cynthia, else, my life would be at stake. I was shocked and surprised on hearing those words. Is this guy for real? "I said it clearly that you had the wrong guy. Who is Cynthia?" I inquired with blood gushing out of my mouth. "Oh, Mr. lover, you don forget her sharp sharp abi? guys can never change ooo". Okay let me remind you. She was the young lady that came to your shop yesterday?" I learnt you had your eyes on her and she also had hers on you. Stay clear or get ready to meet your maker" He warned. "But I don’t have anything to do with her. I don’t have her mobile number not to talk of her address. I barely know her. Why are you guys threatening my life for something I know nothing about?" I pleaded. The other guy that was busy using me as a punch bag gave me a terrible look. He was also masked, but I could see that fearful looks in his eyes. He kicked me very hard and they left me in the room with nothing to eat. I was even surprised that they didn’t take the fifty-five thousand Naira I got from the seminar. These are really professionals and that clearly explain to me that I was really in a hot mess. To be continued...

Episode 4 coming up on Saturday... stay tuned

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