Nigeria Story: Deep Sea Episode 6
Deep Sea Episode 6
They arrived at the airport and the cab driver pulled their luggages out of the boot. Promise and Kabira hugged and went in different directions .
Promise located Aero Contractors counter and joined the short queue. Her phone began to ring again. She checked the caller’s ID and hissed .
The sooner she was out of Abuja, the better .
“Promise… ” She heard her name .
“Promise… ” She turned and looked around. Who was that? “Promise… Hello… Over here! ” She saw someone waving his hand. She narrowed her eyes and saw a six foot tall broad shouldered fair skinned man standing at a distance, clad in a pair of white shorts and skin hugging black tee shirt. She swallowed hard, it was her boss .
‘What sort of man is this? God where are you?’ He approached her and her heart did a somersault .
‘God please come down. Come down now!’ “Heading back to Lagos?” She nodded and avoided looking at him directly .
“Come with me to Paris. We will leave tonight and be back in two weeks time. That leaves you a week to visit your family.” She met his intensed gaze with a scowl .
“I know you like me too,” he brushed a hand over her face. She backed away immediately, as if she had just been stung .
“Don’t touch me,” she eyed him and tried to still her racing heart. He was right, she did like him .
She had been attracted to him since the first time they met. She was a sucker for fair, tall men. But he was married and he was fifteen years older than her. If he was still single, she would have waved off his age and dated him, but he wasn’t .
“Promise, why do you want us to suffer? We like each other. We need to be together.” She threw a glance at the dwindling queue at Aero Contractors counter .
“I am falling in love with you. I want you. Every night… Thoughts of you fill my head. I can’t sleep anymore. I am a mess… I feel like a teenager longing for his sweet heart,” he reached out for her, but she stepped away from him and pointed a warning finger .
Keshinro ran a hand through his clean shaved head. He didn’t know how else to convince her. If she refused to follow him to Paris, his holidays would be totally ruined. He might take his wife and children, but he won’t be happy. This wasn’t the first time he was cheating on his wife, but, this was the first time he was feeling this way for any woman .
Promise held on to her luggage. ‘God, I am physically attracted to a married man. My service year will be completed in nine months. I don’t know if I will be able to stay in Yellow Tube if my boss continues to harass me. Please help me God,’ she prayed within her. She needed a solution fast! A female voice announced the flight to Lagos. The sound of her voice filled the hall .
“That is my flight, I have to go.” “Promise,” he reached out for her hand and drew her close. She gasped in surprise. Her luggage slipped from her hand and fell on the tiled floor .
She tried to free herself but his grip on her tightened .
‘What has gotten into this man?! He must be out of his mind. How can he hold me like this in public? He is married for Peter’s sake. He is so shameless!’ Her angry gaze drilled into his pleading stare .
“Promise, my love. Come with me to Paris.” “You are a married man! What is wrong with you? Your wife and children are at home and you are here holding unto what is not yours.” “Please, please give us a chance… I know you feel the same way about me.” “Cut the crap! I have had enough of this… This has to stop sir… Please leave me alone,” she pushed him away, picked up her luggage and walked straight to Aero Contractors counter. She checked-in and was given her boarding pass .
Keshinro sighed heavily, turned around and headed for the exit .
The noisy sound of fireworks woke her up with a start. Promise got out of bed squinting her eyes .
She staggered towards the window, pulled away the curtain and flung it open. Hot sun rays flooded her vision. She shielded her eyes with both hands and peeped to see what the noise was all about. A group of children were engaged in a battle and their only ammunition was fireworks. She cursed under her breath and shut the window .
“Merry Christmas!” Prince and Gift dashed into her room without knocking, bearing a tray of club- sandwich and a mug of steaming beverage .
She ignored them and returned to bed. She was bent on going back to sleep. She was tired and her bones ached. She had helped her mother to cook the other night. She had, had only three hours of sleep so far. She needed more .
“Promise, mummy sent us to give you your breakfast in bed,” Gift approached her elder sister .
“I am not interested. I want to sleep,” she pulled the blanket over her head .
She glanced at her brother and he shrugged. They placed the tray on a stool beside her bed and tip- toed out of the room .
“Why is she so tired?” “She cooked with mum last night.” “So? She used to do that before.” “I guess the fact that she hasn’t done it in a while is…To Be Contd..