*No recap I'm sorry, I'm very lazy*
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Ten | Some Prank
Two lives, joined together in friendship, united forever in love— Anonymous
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"So this is the second time you're getting that letter?" Ada asked Kemi looking mortified.
"Yes," Kemi signed. She rubbed her temples as she was having a terrible migraine.
Ada greeted the security guard while squeezing a #1000 in his hands as she drove out of the office complex. He usually helped her keep an eye on her car as vehicles at the car park were parked at owner's risk.
Ada had found Kemi leaning on the wall outside the office complex with the letter in her hands. She had probed her for the details and Kemi finally spilled that she had gotten another threat letter but had shoved it off as a prank.
Ada honestly thought it a prank, but wanted to get her facts right.
"So..." Ada said as she swerved into the main road, "who are you suspecting?"
"Honestly I don't know," Kemi answered her, "I mean who would sit down and carefully craft out a poem to prank someone?" She leaned by on the seat and closed her eyes.
Ada laughed earning a deadly glare from Kemi who punched her arm. "Ouch! I'm sorry haba," Ada grumbled. "What of that buffoon– what's his name again– Emmanuel Eze."
Kemi thought for a moment before answering, "I thought about it before but I'm used to his awful love letters, I honestly don't expect this from him."
Ada stopped as the traffic light turned red, which she cursed under her breath. "The green would countdown from 25, while the red light from 150, do they think we love sleeping on the road?"
Kemi laughed and told her it was just protocol.
"But do you think I should suspect Emmanuel?" she asked.
"I think so," Ada answered still glaring at the traffic light that seemed to be enjoying her discomfort. "Maybe he saw you sitting with Nnamdi in the cafeteria and he got jealous."
She heaved a sign of relief as the light turned green, "I told you see green light is just 15, even the traffic light is as wicked as the government!" she complained.
"Adaeze!" Kemi exclaimed laughing.
Kemi leaned back on the head rest and closed her eyes briefly as she remembered Nnamdi.
"The first letter came after I went to Nnamdi's house and Emmanuel was there when I left the office, he even asked me out," she stated and tightened her lips into a grim line.
"Eww! What did you say?"
Kemi told her how she had reacted and chuckled when Ada nodded her approval. Ada didn't like Emmanuel, she had been his first conquest but he had backed down after receiving a brain resetting punch from her.
They chatted about other things, Kemi knew her friend was trying to get her mind off the creepy letter. Adaeze told her that she was planning a party for her father's 50th birthday and Kemi nodded in approval as she thought about how people got old quickly. She glanced at her 25 year old friend and chuckled as she imagined how Ada would look when she gets to fifty— with the lastest foundation on her fair face.
Ada turned off the ignition as she got to Kemi's gate. "So hunny bunny, you'd be wise to forget about it," she patted Kemi on her soft cheeks. "It's definitely him."
Kemi laughed and thanked her while getting down from the car. Ada had always been there for her ever since she started working at the office four months back. She was the first friend Kemi made at the office, Ada had joined her on a lunch table on her third day at work, complimented her fashion sense and had been more impressed when she found out Kemi's mother owned a boutique.
Nifemi became friends with Kemi a week later but she and Ada had never gotten along. They were even better recently, before they couldn't sit on a table for five minutes without having an argument. Nifemi complained that Ada was too full of herself, Ada on the other hand complained that Nifemi was too 'Nifemi' —Kemi didn't know what that meant but she loved the both of them and was thankful that they were getting along because of her.
"Thank you Zi, I really appreciate it."
"Yeah yeah," Ada said dramatically waving her hand in the air, "greet momsi for me okay and make sure to bring some home made muffins for me tomorrow!" She gave her a puppy dog look.
"Fine fine I will." Kemi waved her goodbye.
"Dream about me hunny!"
Kemi giggled, "dreaming about you would be a nightmare."
Ada winked at her and drove off, Kemi shook her head before rapping at the gate.
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Kemi's phone rang as soon as she stepped into the house. She strolled into the sitting room, flinging her handbag into a single settee and sat down on a long red couch that gave a good view of the flat screen Samsung television.
"Mummy I'm already back oh!" she shouted into the phone before she hung up and began the earthly task of removing her shoes.
She glanced at the large clock above the couch in which she was sitted. "4:00pm," she mumbled.
Working hours were from 8:00am to 3:00pm, she had spent 30 minutes brooding over the letter and the other 30 on the road. She signed when she heard her mother's flip flops slapping the stairs.
"Oh! I didn't know," Bisola said while coming down the marble staircase.
She was wearing a yellow blouse over blue denim trousers and her red rimmed glasses were perched at the bridge of her nose. Her face was devoid of makeup which made Kemi to conclude that her mother hadn't gone to the boutique that day.
"How are you my dear? How was work? When did you arrive?"
Kemi signed as her mother bombarded her with questions.
"Mummy why did you call me?" she asked ignoring her mother's interrogation.
"I wanted you to get some things from the supermarket for me but since you are back already nevermind." She looked at her daughter sprawled across the couch and frowned, "you didn't even greet your mummy eeh! What have I been teaching you!"
Kemi laughed and got down on her knees, "Good evening Ma."
"Eehn how are you dear," Bisola didn't allow her daughter to reply before she added, "go and freshen up and come to the kitchen to help me with dinner. You know your father likes eating early!"
And by help her with dinner she meant 'make dinner alone under my strict supervision.'
Kemi pouted, "mummy I'm tired nah, can't I skip making dinner today," she complained flopping into the soft couch. She reached for the remote and turned on the TV.
Bisola looked at her and shook her head, the girl didn't behave like a 23 year old. She sometimes chided Kemi of being a five year old in the body of a grown up woman.
She snatched the remote from her daughter's hand and switched off the TV.
"You're here watching SpongeBob when your mates are cooking for their husbands abi?" she snapped.
"Here we go again," Kemi thought folding her arms across her breasts. She was used to her mother chanting this mantra over and over again.
"Is this what you be doing in your husband's house? You'll want to skip cooking and then you'll prepare noddles for breakfast lunch and dinner and kill him with kwashiorkor abi?" Bisola queried. She didn't know what was wrong with Kemi, always running away from'wifely duties' as she called it.
Kemi laughed at what her mother said. Trust African parents to always bring up the issue of husband's house anytime they thought their child was being lazy or slobbish.
Hearing the word husband reminded her of Nnamdi, would they have little children? Two little boys that looked exactly like their father and—Kemi you see your life? She snapped out of her thoughts to see her mother peering at her keenly over the red rims of her glasses.
"So is there any man I don't know of?" Bisola inquired sitting down next to her daughter.
"Mummy what makes you say that?" Kemi laughed.
"I saw the way you were smiling nah, so tell me joor," she coaxed. She was already thinking of names for her grand babies.
Funmilayo, Ayomide—
Kemi shook her head, "there is no man in my life mummy at least not yet," she said disrupting her mother's thoughts.
"Well whoever it is that made you smile like this is definitely worth it."
"You think so!" Kemi exclaimed.
"Yes of course," her mother said standing up to her feet. She laughed. "And you said there is no man."
Bisola tapped her foot impatiently. "Go and prepare dinner joor don't let me repeat it oh. I won't follow you to your husband's house so you better learn now!" she added slapping Kemi gently on her thigh.
"Yes mummy," she mumbled picking up her bag and heading for the stairs. Bisola made herself comfortable on the couch as she changed the channel from the derisive nonsense her daughter had been watching to African Magic Yoruba.
As Kemi trudged the weary stairs, she couldn't help but wonder why Nnamdi had been ticked off when she had mentioned his parents—so defensive and withdrawn.
She wondered what had warranted that reaction and couldn't wait to find out.
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