Immediately she got to her room, she groped for her
phone in her black Fashioné hand bag that melded her
with her white blouse on ash skirt that stopped above her
knee.
"The number you dialled is switched off" was the
response she got when she dialled the number. She
stood with left hand akimbo while her right hand waftured
with her phone held tightly in her hand, making it seems
she was trying to hand-fan herself with the phone.
"But Dami where are you now?" The question dropped
from her mouth like there was some sort of answering
machine waiting to answer the question. Alas! There was
none.
With eyes furrowed, she wondered where Dami could be.
The last time they saw each other was yesterday night,
she had tiptoed to his apartment because she wouldn't
want her mum to even take a glimpse of her.
Which afterwards they spent some romantic time spruced
with excessive hot kisses and smooching which might
have eventually lead to s*x between them but they were
able to halt the intense feeling of ecstasy and quickly
secluded it.
She had however informed him she would be resuming
work today, also letting him know that for some pending
time their communication now would be shifted mainly to
their mobiles as there would not be enough time to see
often again.
But since morning, she hadn't caught a glance of his call
or probably a missed one. While she had tried calling him
countless number of time and she had gotten same
countless response from the network operator. It took
perfection before she could hover all her anxieties while
at work today. She felt a part of her was absent.
"What is happening Dami? Where are you?" She thought
again as worries reposed on her face. She couldn't
decipher what was happening. She needed to get to his
apartment to get clue of what was happening. She
quickly ripped off her clothe and hustled out of her room
to Dami's apartment.
She got to his room in a jiffy refusing to be fazed by her
mother presence in the sitting room. She didnt even care
if she was being followed by her. All her attention was
focused on getting to Dami's apartment like that would
puzzle out the mystery shelvering Dami's absence.
She met his entrance ajar and tried to throw all her body
inside. "Dami that she knows would never leave his
entrance opened". She thought. "Whenever he goes out
his entrance remains closed"
Dami's room was a little bit clumsy with a perceptible
view of a raspy bread spread hovering some part of the
family size bed. A blue wall hanger stay glued to the wall
above the bed with variety of shirts hanged on it with some
plastic anchors. An Ox fan sitted on the floor at left flank
of the room had never been tired of blowing the cool
breeze inside room as it was not aware of the absence
of it owner. Of cause the breeze made some of the shirts
and the bedspread ruffled in the air.
Eliza shifted her view towards Dami's shoe rack that
also stood proudly on the well tiled floor, also enjoying
the remaining space left off by the bed.
Eliza stood in bewilderment with two hands akimbo, her
eyes stay glued to the shoe rack Dami's casual slippers
was still lying on it. Even the one he termed his *work-
shoe* was also sleeping beside the casual ones. She
raised her head to found his casual tops and belt lying on
the bed too. Even if he was sent an errand by her mother,
he would at have put on his *work-shoe* or casual one.
All his shirts were hanged up on the wall hanger. Eliza
took time to noticed that it was only an underwear and
jean trouser he wore the previous night was the only stuff
missing.
It was so apparent to her that her mother had not sent
him on an errand, because if she had, his shoe wouldn
not be sleeping comfortably on the shoe-stand. But he
was not at home too, yet, all her casual tops were also
standing comfortably on the wall hanger at the merrit of
the anchors
Eliza swooshed out a loud breath with her jaw drooped.
She tried to waive aside the thought grouching on
her.Could her austere mother sudden changed to lenity
have something to do with Dami's disappearance ? Has
he been kidnapped ? Or sent and errand ? But if he was
sent an errand he wouldnt go out with only a pair of jean
and underwear, he was not even on shoe or slippers and
he would have called. Her mind seemed too blurry to
answer all the questions gushing in.
Her mother was the only one that could have cleared all
her doubts, but she was not ready to go meet her. As
much as she wanted answers to Dami's mystry, she was
not ready to stoop low to asked her mother. That is if she
was ready to talk to her on Dami' issue, to her it was an
aswered prayer.
Hot perspiration had started emanating from her sweat
glands. Today that ought to be one of her best as she
emerged as the General Manager of a respected company
eventually turned out to be rancid.
Her baby was missing. her joy was gone. Hope this will
not be the end of her life ? "Where are you my baby?"
Eliza wept as she clutched tightly to Dami's pillow, while
sitting oh his bed.
