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Episode 4

Iā€™d never being this satisfied in my entire life. Tobe and I were officially together, school was becoming more fun as almost all the girls envied me, wanted to be me. Hell. I was dating the son of the vice chancellor, the cute guy every girl wanted to be with. Hmmm.

Things wouldnā€™t get better. Heā€™s found us a better apartment which happened to be a two bedroom flat, each room with itā€™s own bathroom, a big sitting room, an awesome kitchen and a cool sitout. Franca had whined and complained about how we were going to be spending more going to school and coming home but I cared less. Who sigh? My boyfriend wonā€™t make sure I lack money. I was living in paradise just three weeks after he had asked me out, jocularly.

Some days after weā€™d settled down in our new apartment, we were in the kitchen, making spaghetti when the big discussion came.

Franca: So what plans do you have already?
I looked up from where I was slicing Irish potatoes.

Me: Plans about what?

Franca: Tobe and yourself.

I smiled. Iā€™ve learnt to smile each time Tobeā€™s name was called. That was how much I had fallen in love with him.

Franca: Quit being dramatic joor.

Me: Maybe you should rephrase.

Franca: See this girl, you think Iā€™m joking with you?

Me: I know youā€™re serious. But Iā€™m yet to figure out the plans youā€™re talking about.
She dropped the knife she had and came closer to where I was standing.

Franca: Weā€™ve being friends for years. You better not start hiding stuffs from me now o. Not because of Tobechukwu o.

Me: Ahn Ahn. Stop nau. Okay. Weā€™re very serious and I love him a lot. Heā€™s everything Iā€™ve dreamt of and wanted in a man.

Franca: Ewww.

I frowned at her and she smacked me playfully.

Franca: Kidding. Sex yet?

Me: A little romance here and there. Maybe heā€™s not ready for sex.

Franca: Or maybe itā€™s you whoā€™s not.
I shrugged my shoulders.

Franca: Either ways, just be careful. You canā€™t trust men this days.

Me: I hear. But you trust Charles.

Franca: Mine is different.

Me: Same here. Mine is different.

Franca: Fine. Letā€™s get back to the food. Iā€™m starving.

She went back to chopping the tomatoes. I was sure I had seen something in her eyes but I couldnā€™t place it. I just couldnā€™t.
I shrugged it off and continued with what I was doing.

The dinning was quiet as we ate. I had gotten used to saying something while I ate. Franca was busy on her phone, any discussion I brought up, sheā€™d give it a straight answer immediately and go back to whatever she was doing with her phone.

I picked up my phone and called Tobe. At least, Iā€™ll try to engage him in a discussion while I ate.

Tobe: Queency

Me: My love. Howā€™re you?

Tobe; Iā€™m alright. Just missing you a lot.

Me: I miss you too dear. Iā€™m eating and felt I should engage you inā€¦.

Tobe: Nope. You felt I should engage you right.
I laughed. Which ever way, he was right.

Tobe: Howā€™s FranC (he now called her name like it was Francee)

Me: Sheā€™s fine. Do I hand her the phone?
i peeked at Franca and she waved her hand in a ā€œnoā€

Tobe: But you just said you were eating? Iā€™ll talk to her later in the evening okay?

Me: Okay my dear. Tomorrow is Friday, mind if I come?

Tobe: Sure. Iā€™ll get the house ready for my princess.

Me: Please do.

Tobe: I love you Pamela, more than life itself.

Me: I love you Tobechukwu, my Prince in shinning armour.


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