After a quick shower, Taofeek quickly dressed up in a black trousers and purple long sleeve packet shirt, he indeed looked really smart even without wearing the matching jacket of the trousers.
He sat on his bed in the guest room of Zainab house and pulled the trolley box he had brought with him closer. He turned the box in a way it lay on its back and then input the combination: 3210, with a sharp click, the box swung open.
Just like he knew exactly what he was looking for and where exactly it was, he lifted two pair of jeans and a polo shirt then brought out the mini suitcase which laid under the clothes and then went ahead to unzip the top layer of the box and brought out a brown file that was almost as thick as a regular James Hadley Chase novel. He sighed at the sight of the file and peeped inside the file as if to confirm the contents. Satisfied, he closed the box and pushed it back to the former position then he picked up the file and pulled out all the documents in it.
The file contained about eight copies of his CV and many other document. Both original and photocopies. It was obvious he had already sorted his credentials earlier.
He took four copies of his CV and a couple of some important documents he guessed he might need and then placed them neatly in the suitcase which he had already opened down. He stood up, dropped the file and the remaining contents on the bed- side table and picked up his suitcase. He had a quick glance of himself at the mirror and nodded in approval as he saw he looked like someone who meant business.
He left the house leaving the key under the doormat with a note on the table for Zainab which said: I am off to look for a job, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it home tonight so I’ll call you if I can or can’t later on.
* * * **
Sitting in his office, behind his desk, Boniface grinned as he saw a new BBM friend invite. He had emailed Zainab his pin few minutes ago so all arrows pointed to the conclusion that Zainab was the one who sent the invite.
His office was in every definition of the word elegant. Every piece of the wood in it which included the chair he sat on, the table and the bookshelf at the corner, was Ivorian. The entire floor of the office was tiled with a dark brown cheetah skin patterned tile and the ceiling wasn’t the usual white ceiling plates but some assorted plastic-like ceiling plates which only made the office look like it was owned by a very wealthy oil mogul.
Boniface accepted the invite without any hesitations and sent a “hi” message to her which Zainab replied immediately. He grinned at this and then plugged his phone to the charger which was always plugged to the wall socket, the last thing he needed was his battery to run down.
He leaned back and replied with: I’m pretty good, how about you? “I am fine.” Zainab replied.
Boniface shrugged at the reply which seemed kind of cold, but he didn’t let that get in his way. He decided to play it slow then went ahead to ask her about her night, day and stuffs like that, within minutes, they were chatting like they have been friends for years and even Zainab couldn’t help but notice how fun he was to chat with.
Just when she least expected it, he sent a message that she had expected but was still somehow surprised.
“Can I take you out for dinner tonight?” He asked bluntly.
* * * **
Jummy was more of shocked than surprised. She had been on her computer working since and John didn’t call, but the moment she decided to open the ring box he suddenly called, it didn’t seem like a coincidence but she couldn’t think of any other explanation.
She contemplated on picking the call and came to the conclusion that it was best she didn’t pick it but after four ignored calls and a text message which said: please pick up, with a sad smiley attached to it, she changed her mind and picked up.
She kept quiet.
“Hello,” John said in an expressionless tone.
“Yeah? What’s it?”
“Have you checked the box?” John asked.
“Yes I have, and I’m going to send it back to you as soon as I have the time to.”
“No… No… Please don’t. Just keep it. I bought it as a gift for you and it won’t be fair if you return it.” John said and Jummy could sense he was literally begging.
“I’m going to return it, and that’s final.” Jummy said unmoved. John sighed, “Err… Jummy.”
“What?!” She yelled.
“Can I ask you for a small favour?” John asked politely.
“No you can’t John! I did a lot of favours for you and look at where I landed. Please I don’t want to have anything to do with you again, and if you are so dumb that you have figured it by now, the reply to the deal you proposed is no… Capital N O!” Jummy replied screaming, the veins on her neck were already protruding and it was highly obvious she was pissed, “goodbye and please don’t call…”
“Wait!” John cut in, “please don’t hang up yet. I really need to talk with you, just once, please Jummy. If all the times we spent together meant anything to you please say yes, I just want to talk.”
“Talk? Talk about what? So far you have been doing all the talking, it’s my time to talk and you still want to talk more?”
John didn’t quite get what Jummy meant by that, she was beginning to sound like a heart broken teenager rather than the adult she was.
“Jummy, I love you! I’m willing to do anything just to spend five minutes with you.”
Jummy burst out in an uncontrollable laughter. “Love me? Do you even know what love means?!”
“Yes! I do. And that’s why I need to talk to you to tell you and show you how much I love you.”
“John, please don’t make me laugh too much before my lungs start to ache. You know nothing about love, I gave you my all and you treated me like trash, is that love?” Jummy asked, suddenly feeling the urge to cry.
“Jumoke, I love you and would do anything for you. For starters, I’ve chased Samuel out of my house.”
That got Jummy’s attention.
“What did you say?” She asked in a lower tone.