Old Flame EP 7

​Someone is weaving a tangled web. Find out who. Happy Reading! 

Episode Seven

She was going to be late for choir rehearsal. How did she lose the document she was supposed to have submitted earlier that day? Ebika frowned heavily as she worked on a new document. Her boss had warned her not to leave the office until she turned in her document. She checked the time on the system and found out she had just fifteen minutes before choir rehearsal. She blew out air from her puffed cheeks. There was no way she was going to meet up. She was just on the first page, and she still had two more pages to go. 

She beat her fingers against her desk as her mind raced for ideas. She thought of calling Tolu but decided not to push too much. Their reunion was just a week old. They have spent it getting to know each other again. Phone calls and whatsapp chats were steady between them, but she was still taking things gradually. She would seem too eager if she called him to come pick her up. Her sure bet was to call Bina. Her eyes scrunched together when she thought of being in his car again, but she had no choice. Besides, that car had been her ride for a long while now. She would just have to manage it until Bina purchased a new one. She would make sure he did.

She picked up her phone and dialled his number. He picked up at the first ring.

“Hello, Ebika.” He called across the line.

“Hi, dear. I wonder when you will think of a sweet name to call me aside Ebika.” She said, her voice raised slightly in anger. 

He laughed a little. “I just like your name. What’s up?”

“I’m tied up with work at the office. It would take another thirty to forty minutes for me to be through. I have choir rehearsal and I don’t want to be too late. Could you pick me up in thirty minutes time?” She requested.

There was a pause for a few seconds before Bina spoke up. “Ebika, the car is still faulty. I’m presently with the mechanic. I don’t think it will be ready before that time.” He explained.

Ebika grimaced. “Why not just ask him how much you will get if you sell it?” she said, anger clouding her words.

Bina gasped. “Ebika!” 

“Well, since you can’t pick me, let’s just forget about it.” She didn’t wait for him to say anything else. She just ended the call. He called her back, but she ignored it. 

He is so unreliable! She fumed in anger. Her fingers trembled as she went back to typing again. When she wrote a sentence thrice, she took a break. She took a drink from her water bottle and inhaled deeply, fighting for composure. Few minutes after she went back to typing, her phone rang again. She allowed it ring for a few seconds before picking it up. The caller ID melted away her anger and filled her inside with excitement.

“Hey, girl.” Tolu said when she answered the phone.

“Wow, Tolu! So good to hear from you. I was just thinking about calling you.” She told him, flashing a gap-toothed smile.

“Then you should have called. You should never think before calling me because I’ll always answer you.” He told her. 

“Hmm… that’s sweet.” She replied, leaning against her chair. 

“Our spirits must be one because I called you when you were thinking about calling me. I hope the reasons are the same.” 

Ebika swirled around in her chair. “What’s your reason?” she asked, twisting her toes.

“I missed you, Ebika. I dropped messages for you on whatsapp, but you didn’t reply. I couldn’t let today go without talking to you. I want to see you, Ebika.” His tone was soft across the line.

Ebika giggled. “Our reasons are related. Well, I am tied up at work and I need assistance getting home.” She informed him.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m on my way right now. Just send me the address.”

She sat forward. “Really?”

“Ebika, I will do anything for you. You are special to me.”

“How I wish you had been willing to do that eight years ago.” The words dropped from her mouth before she could stop herself. Tears shone in her eyes. 

Bina sighed. “That’s why I want to make it up to you. Just let me. Let me start by picking you up and treating you to a nice evening.” 

“Okay then.” Ebika responded.

She texted her address to him and waited for his arrival. She forced down her tears. So what if there was eight years gap between them? What mattered now was their reunion and new friendship. The thought of spending the evening with him brought a joyful glow to her eyes. She smiled as she went back to work. The ideas she had been battling with before Tolu’s call flew into her head. Her zapped energy returned in full force. 

Ebika smiled as she looked at the almost completed work. Her boss would be definitely like her work, she was certain. It was better than what she wanted to turn in before. Her secret to the master piece before her was no other than Tolu.  He seemed to have the ability to put her in a good mood. Hmm… not just a good mood, but a great mood. 

When he got to her office, she was putting finishing touch to her work. He waited patiently for her and didn’t make a fuss about the extra time he was spending. She finished and sent the document to the Agency’s mail before printing it out. She kept it in a file and placed it in her drawer. She quickly tidied her desk and shut down her system. She got up and rubbed a hand over her rumpled skirt. She pushed back strands of hair that had fallen across her face while she worked. She wound them in the bun that sat in the middle of her head. When she was satisfied, she carried her back and went to meet Tolu at the reception.

His head was bent over the phone, but he looked up when he heard the tap-tap of her heels on the tiled floor. His face broke into a pleasant smile. He stood up and came to her. He gave her a light hug.

“Seeing you is like taking a deep breath of fresh air after a heated day. You’re so beautiful.” He said, his eyes going over her. Desire filled his eyes.

Ebika basked in his compliment. She liked what she could see in his eyes. She batted her eyelids at him. “You haven’t changed. You are still a hopeless romantic.” She teased, pushing his shoulder lightly.

He laughed heartily. “How can I, when I am with the one who brings that side of me?” He replied.

She shook her head, still smiling as they walked together to the car park. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the car he had come in.

“This is your car too?” She asked him, her words dripping with admiration. 

His eyes went to the parked Range Rover. “Of course.” He answered.

“What about the Lexus?” she asked.

“It’s parked at home. I didn’t feel like using it today.” He said with a shrug. “Let’s go.” He placed a hand around her waist and led her to the car.

While she placed the seatbelt across her body, she said to him, “You really have to tell me who you are now, Tolu.”

He chuckled as he ignited the car. “Let’s go somewhere nice to talk, then I’ll tell you what you want to know.” He told her.

“Okay.” She replied. Her eyes went over his body as he drove. She swallowed when she noticed the designer label on his blazer. Her knowledge of designer wristwatches was limited, but she could tell a real Rolex watch when she saw one; that was what Tolu had on. Her eyes went to her Romanian gold wristwatch. That was when she remembered her choir rehearsal. 

“Oh, my God! Tolu, I have choir rehearsal now.” She told him.

Tolu angled his head a little to look at her. “What time?” He asked.

She peered at her watch. “I’m forty-five minutes late.” She noted, sadly.

“Since you’re that late, why not just spend the time with me.” He suggested. “It’s just this evening Ebika, and I’ve been dying to have some time with you.” He added.

Ebika hesitated. She had not informed Doubara that she wouldn’t be around. What about Bina? Should she inform him of her outing? No way! She kicked against the idea within her. It was better not to say anything. It wasn’t likely he’d find out anyway. What would an evening with Tolu do? What would missing one rehearsal do? She’d just join the next rehearsal on Saturday. The rule was to attend at least one. She shrugged, I’ll spend this time with Tolu.

“It’s alright. I’ll spend the evening with you.” She said, smiling.

“Thank you, Ebika. It’s going to be a great evening. We’ll have fun and bridge the gap of eight years.” He told her, his eyes dancing with excitement.

“I can’t wait.” Ebika laughed. Her voice carried through the coming darkness as they drove down the express road.

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Author: Faith Prosper-Idolor

Faith Prosper-Idolor is a lover of inspirational Christian fiction, and she finds pleasure writing in this genre. Her love for writing and passion for youth evangelism have inspired stories with a rich blend of fiction and inspiration that cut across love, faith and family. She writes stories as inspired by God to touch the lives of her readers.

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