FED UP [XLiii]

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                Mabel washed the plates and pot. Then she packed few clothes she would go back to her mother’s house with. She added a few she wanted to dash Cynthia. Then she went through her movie rack and added movies she would also go with. While she was putting things together, her phone rang. She checked who was calling. It was Dr Obinna. She answered the call and spoke with him. He was calling to find out how Cynthia was responding to the treatment. Mabel told him she was feeling better. He reminded Mabel to come the following day for the remaining result. She thanked him and he hung up.
                Mabel checked the time.
  “It is too early to go back to the house,” she said to herself.
                She called Cynthia on phone and she reassured her that she was fine. Cynthia asked her when she was coming back and she told her in an hour’s time. From the voices in the background, Mabel knew Chidinma and Kate were still in the house.
  “Your friends still there abi?” she asked Cynthia.
                Cynthia told her that three more friends joined them.
  “What! That’s a crowd. I can’t come back when they are still there.
                Cynthia told her she could still come, not minding how many people were in the house with her.
  “You have enough company. Let me take my time and do all I need to do here.”
                Cynthia said “Ok”
  “When they leave, let me know, so I will come back.”
Cynthia told her that Kate said she would soon be leaving for the market but she didn’t know when the rest would be leaving.
  “Have you eaten anything since I left?” Mabel asked her.
                She told Mabel that they warmed the remaining rice from the previous night and ate.
  “What about your afternoon drug?” Mabel asked her. “Have you taken them?”
                Cynthia told her that she had taken them and that she also got massaged.
  “Were you able to wash your hair?”
                Cynthia told her that it was taken care of and told her not to worry about her but to come back soon.
When Mabel had asked all she wanted to ask, she hung up. There was ‘no light’ so she decided to stay a while in the balcony. Her own apartment had a balcony which she could come out to anytime she needed to see the environment or get fresh air. She went out and stood. From time to time, she would ‘on her data’, receive messages, reply the ones she wanted to and then put it off. After looking around for a while, she saw a familiar car driving into the compound.
  “What is Coker doing here?” she said to herself, a bit nervous.
Coker parked and alighted. The Passenger door opened and another man came down. Mabel almost lost her breath. She thought he was Segun but he was not. Coker waved at her from the ground.
  “You are welcome,” Mabel said. “Come up.”
  “I am in a hurry,” Coker said. “Come downstairs let us see briefly.”
                Mabel adjusted her top, wore her fancy slippers and went downstairs. When she got to them, they exchanged pleasantries. She side-hugged Coker.
  “Meet my younger brother,” Coker introduced the other man.
                Mabel offered her hand and he shook it gently. They also exchanged pleasantries. Coker gave his brother eye-signal, he pretended to have a call and stepped away from them to pick the feigned call. Mabel and Coker went towards the building to provide shade from the sun.
  “How are you?” Coker asked Mabel.
  “I am fine,” Mabel replied.
  “I came looking for you yesterday but did not see you.”
  “You would have called. I was in my mum’s place.”
   “I tried calling twice but it didn’t go through.”
  “Ok. Sorry about that.”
  “How are you coping?”
  “With?”
  “With Segun leaving you and stuff.”
  “I will not lie to you. You know you are one person I can tell the truth exactly as it is.
  “Yes.”
  “I feel hurt but I have made up my mind to move on.”
  “Good. That’s the best thing for you to do.”
  “Why do you say so?”
                Coker told her how much he and some friends tried to make Segun come back to his senses. He had initially refused seeing them. When he eventually did, he sounded so convinced that he had found his heart throb in Kemi and has moved on.
  “At a point he started insulting us,” Coker said. “We had to let him be.”
                Mabel didn’t respond. She just looked aloof.
  “You are a nice person and shouldn’t have to go through this,” he concluded.
  “Thanks a lot,” Mabel said.
  “If not that I am already hooked, I would have made a move on you.”
  “And I would have shown you pepper.”
  “Revenge?”
  “Exactly.”
  “You cannot do ‘payback’ on an innocent man when the guilty man is walking about free.”
  “I don’t care.”
                They laughed.
  “Men are all the same,” Mabel said.
  “It’s not true o.”
                Coker checked the time on his wristwatch.
  “Is there anything I could do for you before I leave?” he asked. “I need to be somewhere with my brother now.”
  “Write a cheque or do transfer for me, for starters.”
  “You are a big girl na,” Coker said laughing. “What will I give you now that you don’t already have?”
  “You are wyning me abi.”
  “No o.”
  “But on a serious note, don’t bother yourself. You have tried for me already.”
  “I will be leaving then.”
                He moved towards his car where his brother was already standing. Mabel followed him.
  “Is it ok if I ask for her phone number?” Coker’s brother asked him when they got close to the car.
  “Don’t even go there,” Coker told him.
  “Bro why na? You already have a fine fiancĂ©e. Let me collect this fine babe na.”
  “No think am o.”
                Mabel giggled.
  “You did not tell him?” she whispered to Coker.
  “Why should I?” Coker whispered back. “Am I Network news?”
  “You see,” Coker’s brother said to him. “She is telling you to allow me collect her number.”
  “I am not free,” Mabel said.
  “But I can work my way into your heart. I don’t mind how long it takes.”
  “See lover boy,” Coker told him. “Enter the car let us leave joor.”
                Mabel’s phone rang. It was Margret. She ignored it.
  “You don’t want to pick your call?” Coker asked her.
  “The call is still about that matter,” she answered. “I am not in the mood for another reminder now.”
                The call kept coming.
  “Still pick it and find out what the caller wants,” Coker said.

                Mabel answered the call. Margret spoke to her in low tone like she didn’t want to be heard or she was in trouble.


(...to be continued)
Nedu Isaac

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