[b]CHAPTER
TWO She powdered her face and stared
at her reflection in the hand
mirror. Her dark skin looked
flawless. Her big dark eyes were
similar to that of the ancient
Egyptian women, darkened above and below the eyelashes.
Her full luscious lips were coated
in red. She flashed herself a smile.
Her eyes twinkled with pleasure.
She liked what she saw. “Make-up guru,” one of the
nurses approached her. She kept
the mirror in one of the drawers
attached to the desk. “One needs to look good,” she
looked up at the brown skin, tall
and plump lady. “Hmm… I hear you,” the nurse
leaned on the high semi-circle
desk. “You know I am the face of this
clinic.” “Face of clinic ko, face of Africa
ni,” the newly employed nurse
walked up to them. “I am the one every customer
sees before both of you attend to
them and transfer them to the
doctors.” Adanne clapped her hands and
began to laugh. “Is Oga around?” Ibinabo
stood beside the semi-circle desk. Sikemi shook her head. Her curly
shoulder length braids danced
around her face. “The first time I came here, I
thought Doctor Sylvester was the
owner of the clinic,” Ibinabo
glanced at her colleague. Adanne shook her head, “He is
not. He assists Oga to run the
clinic.” “He is like the second in
command,” Sikemi added. Ibinabo smiled to herself, “Oga
is so cute. He is short for a man
though.” “He is not short! I am five feet
seven and he is exactly my
height,” Adanne eyed her. “Ehn… okay, fine, he is not
short,” Ibinabo looked back at
the nurse, wondering while she
was upset. “I am five feet nine inches, I am
taller than you,” she pointed at
Ibinabo, “But, I don’t mind
dating someone like Oga,” her
big dark eyes had a dreamy look. The nurses turned to look at the
receptionist. “He is too slim for my liking,”
Ibinabo blinked and turned her
head towards the flat screen
television on the wall. Sikemi chuckled, “I like him that
way, at least, he has six packs and
his cropped curly brown hair
makes him look sexy.” Ibinabo frowned, “You are not
his type. You are too tall for
him.” Sikemi eyed her, “Who are you
to determine what his type is?” Adanne grinned, “I am more
like his type. I am his height and I
am almost as fair as he is.” They glared at her. “Doctor Bassey is oyinbo, you
are not even close,” Ibinabo
hissed. “Presently, he is single and
available,” Sikemi played with a
strand of her hair. Adanne leaned closer to the desk,
“I thought he was dating that
oyinbo babe, what’s her name
now?” “Lovejoy,” Sikemi chuckled. “Yes, Lovejoy,” she nodded. Ibinabo glanced from one to the
other. “The mumu babe called off the
wedding,” Sikemi hissed. “Ah!” Adanne placed a hand
over her opened mouth. “Do you remember those six
months that oga didn’t show up
at work?” Sikemi tilted her
head. “Yes, doctor Sylvester almost
died of frustration,” Adanne
looked towards the doctor’s
office. “Exactly! Oga was nursing a
broken heart that period,” she
hissed again. “Aww… I wish I knew,”
Adanne rubbed her jaw with her
fingers. “I just found out. Anyways, he is
back in the market and I am
definitely for sale,” Sikemi
batted her eyes. Adanne sighed; she had a lost
look on her creamy brown face. Ibinabo absorbed all the
information she had gathered.
She drummed her fingers on the
desk. “Good morning nurses,”
Bassey walked past them,
“Sikemi…” he beckoned at the
receptionist. They froze with shock. The nurses
exchanged glances. They didn’t
notice when he walked. They
hurried to their office and hoped
he
wouldn’t query them for gossiping during office hours. Sikemi sprang to her feet and ran
after him. Her high heels made
click sounds on the tiled floor. “Do I have appointments this
morning?” he walked into his
office and settled behind the
mahogany desk. “No sir,” she followed him in
and stood by the large desk,
“Doctor Sylvester is attending to
the patients that came in this
morning.” “Okay,” he leaned against the
chair and pressed his knuckles. “Can I get you anything sir, tea,
coffee, beverage?” He closed his honey coloured eyes
and opened it, “No, thank
you.” She nodded, turned around and
walked out. She closed the door
behind her and sighed with relief.
She had thought he would scold
her.
She noticed that the nurses were peeping through the slightly
opened office door. “How far?” Adanne whispered. “We live to see another day,”
she winked at them and cat-
walked back to the reception
area. xxxxxx Bassey shut his eyes and opened
it. Was he dreamy? Did he just
drive past his ex-fiancée? Was
that Lovejoy? It had been almost
a year, eleven months to be
precise, since she called off the wedding. He could still remember
the day he went with his family
to see her parents and find out
why the wedding preparations
were stopped. They received the
embarrassment of their lives that day. They were driven out with
no explanations. He checked the
in-coming traffic and reversed the
car. He stopped at the bus-stop
and looked out of the window. A
fair lady in her late twenties stood among the crowd. He was
right. She was the one. He smiled
and honked several times.
Someone standing beside her
tapped her on the shoulder and
pointed at his car. She looked in his direction and a
surprised look took over her face.
She approached him with steady
steps. Her jeans clung to her like a
second skin, show-casing a round
eye-bulging backside. The white and blue stripe fitted short-sleeve
blouse complimented her fair skin
and revealed a considerable
amount of cleavage. He
swallowed hard, she had not
changed one bit. “Hi,” she leaned towards the
window. “Hi… where are you headed?” “Home.” “Can I drop you?” “Yes,” she had been standing
at the bus-stop for over thirty
minutes. She was on the verge of
calling her fiancé and asking him
to
come and pick her up. She opened the door and climbed
in. He joined the traffic and
changed the direction in which he
was headed. She stole a glance at
him. He looked cute as always. She
missed playing with his short
curly brown hair. She
remembered why she broke up
with him and frowned. He turned
his head when he sensed that she was staring at him. Why was she
frowning? He returned his
attention to the road and noticed
the stand-still ahead. His facial
expression indicated anger. He
hated been stuck in traffic. She opened her bag and brought
out an invitation card. She threw
it on his laps and looked out of
the window. He picked it up and
glanced at her. He opened it and
saw her full name, Lovejoy Idiongho Akpan. He directed his
gaze at her again. She was
getting married? She had the
right to move on, he reasoned. “Congratulations.” “Thank you.” “Who is the lucky man?” he
scanned the invitation card again.
His heart stopped beating when
he saw the man’s name.
Stephen Akpos Edet, his childhood
friend, his best friend. She caught a glimpse of him and
smiled, “We hooked up months
after we… we broke up.” He glared at her, “You called off
our wedding and went after my
best friend.” “It wasn’t like that,” she
eyed him up and down. “Or have you two been… were
you cheating on me with him?” “No!” she felt infuriated by his
accusation. He clicked on the air-conditioner
button. The temperature in the
car had gone up all of a sudden. “Stephen and I started dating
three months after we broke
up,” she tried to clarify his
misconception. “How convenient,” he wished
the car in front of him would
develop wings and fly. She folded her arms across her
bosom. He could think whatever
he wanted. She wasn’t the one
at fault. “Why did you call off our
wedding?” the emotion in his
voice tugged at her heart. She darted her gaze towards him
and noticed the way his eyes
glistered with tears. Hasn’t he
gotten over her yet? “Why didn’t you tell me that
you couldn’t father a child?”
she confronted him. He blinked. What was she talking
about? “I don’t understand.” “Your sperms are weak and
there is a ninety percent chance
that you might not be able to
father a child.” He stared back at her, open-
mouthed. For the love of God, this girl is
driving me nuts. This is a plot.
This is a plan hatched out from an
evil mind. This is wickedness of
the highest order. “You know what I am talking
about. You were going to marry
me in deceit.” He shook his head, “Brilliant,
this is just brilliant. Is this what
you told your parents? So this is
what you told everybody…” “Stephen confirmed it!” she
erupted. “What?!” a million thoughts
ran through his mind. What
rubbish did his best friend fill her
up with? “He showed me a medical
doctor’s report. He spared me a
life time of pain and shame,”
she eyed him. She was glad that
she found out the truth before he
ruined her life. She thought he loved her. If he had confided in
her in the first place, they might
have worked things out. “And you believed him?” he
stared at her in disbelief. She took her eyes off him and
faced the window. She wasn’t in
the mood for an argument. She
wished she had not gotten into
his car. “You didn’t even bother to
ask me… why… why didn’t you
ask me first before cancelling our
wedding?” She didn’t respond. He placed a
hand on his forehead. He was
beginning to feel a headache. It
was impossible. His best friend
wouldn’t
do such a thing. It was a lie. A doctor’s report? Where did he
get that from? Did he really?
Could he really? He had known
the guy most of his life. What
would have been the motive for
such an outrageous act? “You can come to the wedding if
you like. I will take a bike
home,” she opened the door
and got down from the car before
he could say
another word. His heart rate quickened. If what
she said was true, his best friend
had a lot of explanations to give.[/b]