Coincidence IV
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Luc stared at
his iMac. It was blank. He couldn’t come up with a code. It was the third time
it was happening that Monday. It was a good thing he didn’t have to be at his
office. He wondered what his workers would say about their boss moping around.
After the disaster on Saturday, he hadn’t been himself. He had gone to the gym
on Sunday to work off his frustration. Then he had cooked a large pot of fried
rice Monday morning and wondered what he’d do with the food. Every time he
picked up his phone to call or text Amara, he remembered her telling him to
leave her alone. Most importantly, he remembered Ngozi’s threats. He almost
texted her anyway. Ngozi wasn’t going to skin him alive literally, was she? He
couldn’t tell with her. For all he knew, she had hitmen that would do her
bidding. As much as he wanted to talk to Amara, he wasn’t ready to die before
he got the chance to. He had to find another way.
Chuka.
Chuka had a
broad experience with women. He would know something that could help his
current predicament. He hated that he couldn’t figure this out on his own. He
hated that he couldn’t talk to Amara more. So, swallowing his pride, he picked
up his phone and called Chuka. He picked up almost immediately.
“Guy, how far
na? This one you remembered me on a Monday?” Chuka chuckled.
Despite his
current state, Luc smiled. Chuka was right, he hardly disturbed his friend on a
Monday. Except it was important. And this was important.
“How you dey?
Luc asked.
“I’m
perfectly fine. Got back to Lagos yesterday. My trip was fine, thanks for
asking.”
Oh shit! In
his current state of mind, he had forgotten that Chuka hadn’t been in town and
that he had arrived Sunday evening.
“Guy, I’m
sorry. I forgot.” He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
“Water under
the bridge. Are you good? For real?”
“I need your
help with something. Can I come over your place later this evening?”
“Well, I
didn’t go to work today. If you’re not exactly busy, you could come over now.”
Luc sat up,
“really? I won’t be intruding?”
“Nope. Bring chaw
sha. I dey H.”
Luc smiled to
himself. “That’s not a problem. Fried rice and chicken ok?”
“O boy, nwete
the fried rice here. Bring the fried rice.”
“You’ll see me in a bit.”
***
“You did
what?” Chuka rolled over his black leather couch with laughter.
Luc almost
punched him in the face. It was the first comment Chuka was making since he
recapped everything that happened on Saturday. After eating a full plate of
fried rice and salad. That Lucas had given him. The ingrate. “Guy, it’s not funny.”
“Biko, b
you said—”
“Do you think
you’re the only one that likes his head attached to his body?”
“Chuka—”
“I like being
in Ngozi’s good graces, my dear friend.”
“Please. Biko.”
“Just why are
you trying to make me feel like a bad person?”
Lucas grinned
and tried another tactic. “I’ll take care of your lunch for a week. I’ll buy
you a bottle of Chardonnay.”
Chuka thought
for a while. “Any food I want?”
“Don’t push
it.”
“You’re the
one who needs my help.”
“Ok, how
about four days whatever you want, and three days whatever I give you?”
Chuka stuck
out his hand and Luc shook it. “Deal.”
“Where can I
see Ngozi?”
“A neutral
place. Where she won’t kill you and hide your body.”
Luc could
have turned purple. “She seems like someone who has hitmen, right?”
“I wouldn’t
put it past her.”
“Ok, where’s
neutral enough?”
“Her makeup
studio.”
Luc snorted.
“She can do that there. You said it yourself, ‘her Makeup studio.’” He made
quotation marks in the air.
“She loves
the place so much. She won’t stain it with your blood. Plus, she wouldn’t want
to embarrass herself in front of her clients.”
“I hope
you’re right.”
“Me too. Let
me give her a call.”
Luc’s heart
drummed in his chest as he waited for Ngozi to pick up Chuka’s call.
“Hey baby,”
Chuka said and Luc scoffed.
“Yeah, I’m
good… I know you miss me. Ok, alright. I’ll see you tomorrow at the studio.
Sure, kisses. Bye baby. We have a rendezvous with Miss Peters at noon
tomorrow.” Chuka declared.
“That sounded
more like a hookup,” Luc grimaced, trying not to think of Ngozi and Chuka
together.
“Will you be
there or not?”
“Wouldn’t it
have been safer if you told her I was coming? This sounds like an ambush.
She’ll kill us both.”
Chuka laughed
nervously, “I hope she doesn’t kill me before I make you prepare pizza for me.”
Luc rolled
his eyes again, but said, “thanks, man. Let me get a speech ready for Ngozi
tomorrow.”
They talked
about Chuka’s trip and some other things before Luc decided to head back home.
He tried working again, managed a few lines before he gave up, and forced
himself to see a movie to get his mind off his issues. He tried conjuring a
speech for Ngozi before going to bed. Then he had nightmares of her malicious
grin.
***
“What on
earth is he doing here, Chuka?” Ngozi spat as soon as Luc and Chuka stepped
into her office. Her receptionist had ushered them into the office of her
make-up studio on Admiralty Way.
“Zii,” Chuka
began, “he needs to talk to you. Just hear him out.”
Ngozi gave
Chuka a bored look, then she sneered at Lucas. She drifted her eyes back to
Chuka and said, “Why did you bring him here? This was supposed to be a nice
meeting between the both of us?”
“Well, I
brought him here cos you can’t chop his head off here.”
Ngozi scoffed,
“ya think?”
Lucas who had
been standing at the door, gulped and, walked closer to Ngozi’s desk. He rested
his hands on the desk, looked into her eyes, and spoke with boldness he didn’t
know he had. “Listen Ngozi, I know you love Amara. And I know I messed up.
There’s an explanation for that. Since you forbade me to speak to Amara, you’re
gonna listen to my explanation. After all, I wasn’t forbidden to speak to you.
I’m here now, if after I’m done talking you still want my head, then so be it.”
“Nah-ah!”
Chuka exclaimed. “You are not dying before you make pizza for me.”
“Shut up!”
Ngozi and Luc said in unison.
Chuka widened
his eyes in shock and muttered, “ok.” Finding a seat in the office, a very
comfortable sofa, he plopped down on it and folded his arms. He took his time
to admire Ngozi’s office again. The walls were purple and pink. Different
posters and pictures of ladies with makeup hung on the walls. Posters of House
of Tara, Classic makeup, and a bunch of others he didn’t know how to pronounce.
He always thought ladies were strong. He couldn’t imagine sitting down for
hours for someone to draw on his face.
Luc hadn’t
taken his eyes off Ngozi. Which meant he didn’t notice Chuka’s sulking. He
watched her as she drummed her fingers on her desk. He was tempted to check out
her perfectly manicured fingernails. Maybe he would after she listened to him.
Why was he thinking of Ngozi’s manicure anyway?
“Ok, I’ll
hear you out,” Ngozi finally said, stopping him from thinking of her manicure.
“You have 3 minutes.”
“Wait. What?”
Luc frowned. “3 minutes is most likely not to be enough.”
“Your time
has already started,” Ngozi rested her back on her seat and gave her devilish
grin. “Make it count.”
Luc rolled
his eyes and sat down. He tried as much as possible to explain everything in
under 3 minutes.
“So, you’re
saying that you took the gossip blogger to my parents’ party as a favor?”
“Yes, that’s
what I’m saying.”
Ngozi picked
up her pen and played with it. “You should have told Amara the reason you
couldn’t go with her.”
Luc sighed,
“I know, I know. I made a mistake. I just didn’t know how the truth would sound
and I opted for the lie.”
Ngozi
chuckled, “now I feel bad for you.” Before any of them knew it, Ngozi had burst
out laughing. Chuka, who had been silent since they shut him up, joined her in
laughing.
“Babe, his
story is pathetic,” Chuka said.
“I know
right,” Ngozi agreed. “Such bad luck.”
“Well, you’re
laughing. Does that mean I get to live?”
“Oh, yes,
please. You just gave me comic relief. I can’t kill you after this.” Ngozi
couldn’t control her mirth.
“Are you both
done making fun of me?” Luc fumed.
“Well, you
gotta agree, it is funny,” Ngozi tried to swallow her laughter.
“I’ll laugh
when Amara speaks to me again. Now, will you help me?” Luc asked Ngozi.
Ngozi sighed,
“you mean trick Amara into seeing you as Chuka tricked me?” She glared at
Chuka. Chuka looked away and hid his face behind his palm.
“If that’s
what it’ll take, can you do it?”
Ngozi
grinned, “of course, I can do it. I have convinced Amara to do a couple of
things.”
“I don’t
think I want to know those couple of things,” Luc grimaced.
“He is no fun
at all,” Ngozi said to Chuka. “How is he your friend?”
“To be fair,
he’s not all that bad. He’s just been worse because he hasn’t spoken to his
Love.” Chuka stretched the love.
If Luc could
blush, he probably did, a hundred shades of red. Scarlet. Crimson. Et cetera.
“I’m fun. And I’m right here, guys. Could you not talk about me like I’m not
here?”
Ngozi waved her
hand as if dismissing his statement. “I can get Amara here in a heartbeat. But
let’s get something straight.” She leaned in and spoke with an icy calm tone.
“If you hurt Amara again, deliberately or not, I’ll hurt you too. In ways you
have never imagined. Don’t make me regret forgiving you.”
“The last
thing I want to do is hurt her,” Luc said truthfully.
“Fine,” Ngozi
said, going back to her usual self. “Be here at noon tomorrow. It’s her break.
I can get her to come over.”
“Tomorrow?
What about today? I can’t spend another day with this misery.”
Ngozi
snorted, “sure you can. And you will. I forgave you doesn’t mean you won’t
finish your penance. Besides, I have to come up with a good reason why Amara
should leave the cook’s food at her office and come to my studio.”
“Fine,” Luc
stood to leave, “thank you for your hospitality. We’ll be leaving now.”
“Who’s we?”
Chuka asked, still very comfortable on the couch.
“Err, I’m
sure Ngozi has work to do. And so do we.” Luc said.
“You can
leave. I’ll catch up with you. Later,” Chuka replied.
“Much later,”
Ngozi offered.
Luc looked
from Chuka to Ngozi and decided he didn’t want to know why Chuka was staying
behind. Bolting for the door, he muttered a “bye” that he wasn’t sure either of
them heard.
***
Amara checked
her phone for what could have been the millionth time that day. Still, nothing
from Luc. Well, granted, she had said he should stay away from her. But she
didn’t mean it, did she? She just wanted him to be sorry for what he did. She
was angry and hurt. And she didn’t even think she should be. He didn’t owe her
an explanation of who he went out with. She wasn’t his wife, let alone his
girlfriend. She was just probably someone he just played with whenever he was bored.
He must have a list of girls he could take a pick from. Why did it have to be
Beverly? Why did she even care that it was Beverly? Ok, Beverly made her life a
bit unbearable in secondary school. Beverly dated the guy she secretly crushed
on. Now that she thought she might have a chance with him, Beverly is still in
his life.
“He could
have just told me they were still together,” she muttered to herself. “Why did
he lie? I hate being played with.”
“Err, are you
talking to yourself or me?” Olaitan asked her.
Shit, she was
doing it again, forgetting that she shared the office with Olaitan.
“Sorry,” she
mumbled. “Was talking to myself.”
Olaitan
paused what she was typing on her laptop and focused on Amara. “Why are you
talking to yourself, baby?”
Amara shrugged,
“Cos I can. And I want to.”
Olaitan
sighed, “you know. You’ve been moping around since Monday. What’s wrong with
you? Does it have anything to do with the Peters’ party on Saturday? You
haven’t even given me the gist.”
Amara almost
screamed at Olaitan. That is the one thing she didn’t want to talk about. The
Peters’ party. That was why she was moping around. Why couldn’t she just move
on? Would it kill Luc to even pretend to be sorry by calling or messaging her?
Then she’d worry about whether to accept his excuses. Jeez! Why couldn’t he
just…
“Amara?
Amarachi!” Olaitan exclaimed. “Snap out of it, whatever it is you were thinking
of.”
Now she was
getting lost in thoughts. She had to do something about this feeling.
Plastering a fake, but convincing smile on her face, she said, “I was just
thinking about how my mum is still very upset that she couldn’t come to the
party. Ngozi had to placate her with a lot of goodies.” At least that wasn’t a
lie. Zii had dropped her off at her house on Sunday, with a lot of goodies for
her mum, and her dad, and a lot of goodies and hugs for her.
Olaitan
didn’t believe for one second that Amara was thinking of her mum, but she went
along anyway. “No goodies for me?” She pouted.
Amara
laughed, “I’ll ask Ngozi for souvenirs.” Just then, her phone rang. Picking it
up with the hope that it was Luc, she almost hissed in disappointment when she
saw the caller.
“Talk of the
devil,” she said to Olaitan. “It’s Ngozi.”
“Hi Zii,” she
answered, almost bored.
“You don’t
sound happy to hear from me, love,” Ngozi said.
Amara sighed.
“I’m sorry I thought you would be someone else.”
“Awwn. You
thought I was Luc? I thought you didn’t want to hear from him?”
Lowering her
voice so that Olaitan wouldn’t hear her, she said, “Today is Wednesday. It’s
been 4 days. I think I’ve gone from angry to slightly pissed. Why on earth
hasn’t he said anything to me? Am I that unimportant to him?”
Ngozi,
thinking that it was probably her fault that Luc hadn’t contacted Amara
remained silent.
“Do you think
I should say something to him?” Amara filled the silence.
“Oh no!”
Jeez, all Ngozi needed to do was get her to the studio and she’d talk to the
guy. “Come over to my studio. Let’s have lunch.”
Amara
scowled. Why had Ngozi pretended as if she didn’t say anything? “I don’t want
to have lunch with you.”
“Ouch, you
hurt my feelings.”
“Good for
you.”
“Hey, just
come over. You can order anything you want. And talk about Luc if you want to.”
Amara thought
for a while. She did want something to get her mind of Luc even if it meant
talking about him finally. “Alright. I’ll meet you at the studio. I want
Chinese.”
“No problem.”
“Oh,” Amara
said, raising her voice now so Olaitan could hear. “Laitan wants goodies too
from your parents’ party.”
Ngozi
chuckled. “Alright, I’ll get her something.
Putting her
phone down, she said to Olaitan. “She said she’ll get you something.”
Olaitan
celebrated at her desk.
“See you
soon,” Amara said to Ngozi and hung up.
“Now, what
exactly was bothering you?” Olaitan asked Amara again.
Amara sighed,
“I’m not sure I can talk about it yet.”
“It’s
alright. Whenever you can, I’m here for you.”
Amara gave
her a wry smile. She was actually blessed with good friends and she was
grateful for them.
Some miles
away, Ngozi said to Luc, “she’ll be here soon.”
“Thanks
Ngozi,” Luc replied.
***
Amara thought
about the Chinese food she would eat on her way to Ngozi’s studio. Entering the
reception, she said hello to the receptionist who knew her very well. Moving
through the lobby, she passed some clients getting their nails done or having
makeovers. She finally got to Ngozi’s office, saying hello to Ngozi’s
assistant. Without knocking on the door, she yanked it open.
“I hope you
have ordered my Chinese,” she said to Ngozi, sauntering in.
“Can’t you
knock?” Ngozi glared at her.
“Abeg,”
Amara took out a chair at the other side of Ngozi’s table. “why should I be
formal with you?”
Ngozi sighed.
“I haven’t ordered Chinese. Maybe later. You have a guest.” She motioned for
Amara to look behind her with her head.
Amara, who
hadn’t paid attention to any other thing in the office, looked back and was
stunned.
“Lucas!”
“Hi,” Luc
managed, from the couch he was sitting on.
Amara whirled
back at Ngozi, “What is going on here?”
“He just
wants to talk to you.”
“You were the
one thinking of ways to kill him, now you want me to talk to him?”
“Yes, I said
all those things. But look at him, he has puppy eyes.” Ngozi pouted.
Amara
snorted, “since when do you care if someone has puppy eyes?”
“Since he
gave me a short version of what happened.”
“He hasn’t
said anything to me since Saturday, why should I listen to him now?”
Ngozi
scratched her ear, “that might have been my fault.”
“What are you
talking about?”
“I told him
I’d kill him if he spoke to you,” Ngozi said innocently.
“You did
what?”
“I’m sorry. I
just didn’t want you upset or crying over him.”
“I wasn’t
crying over him. Don’t say that in front of him.” Amara said through gritted
teeth.
“Well, I
thought you both had forgotten I was in the room,” Luc said from behind.
Amara
stiffened at that.
“Look at me, Amara.
Please.”
Slowly, Amara
turned to face him. “What?”
“Would you
please give me a few minutes of your time? I need you to see the entire picture
of Saturday.”
Amara sighed
deeply and stood to leave. “I don’t know that I want to hear what you have to
say yet.”
Luc went to
the door and blocked it. “Ok, fine. I get it. You have to get back to work. But
just give me any day and any time. Give me a location and I’ll come to you. No
coincidences this time.”
“Or
ambushes,” Amara scoffed at Ngozi.
Luc gave a
rueful smile. “None of that. Just me explaining myself to you because not being
able to talk to you is killing me.”
Amara had
mixed feelings about the situation. So, she had wanted him to apologize for
what he did, but she didn’t know if she would believe whatever excuse he had.
But she’d listen to him.
“Ok fine.
I’ll hear you out. Not for you though, just cos my best friend went through the
stress of ambushing me.”
“That’ll do
for me,” Luc replied, a little light shone on his face. “So, when can we see?”
Amara began
to wish it was already Friday and she could go out that evening, but she had
work and going out on a week day wasn’t her style.
“Friday
evening is all I’ve got at the moment.” She finally said.
Luc almost
groaned. Friday was two days away, but he had to be patient.
“Friday works
fine for me. I’ll pick you up at your house?”
“Yeah, my
house,” Amara responded absentmindedly. She was thinking of leaving work early
that day and heading home in the usual Lagos traffic. “8pm.”
“Err, does he
know where you live?” Ngozi asked her.
Amara
blinked. Of course he had no idea where she stayed. In Obalende. “I’ll text you
the address, Lucas.”
Luc nodded
his head in agreement. He noticed she kept calling him Lucas, not Luc. “I’d ask
you where we’re going but I guess you’d tell me on Friday.”
“Yes I will,”
Amara responded. “Now get out. I’d like to order and eat my Chinese in peace
and also kill Ngozi.”
Luc chuckled.
Damn he had missed her. He wanted to hug her, but he wasn’t going to press his
luck. He mumbled his thanks to Ngozi and left her office.
Amara didn’t
realize she was holding her breath until Luc left the office.
“Hey babe,
you good?” Ngozi had come to where Amara was standing and put her arms round
her.
“Yeah, yeah
I’m good. I just wasn’t expecting him in person. A call or text maybe, not in
person.”
“I’m sorry, I
might have been out of line when I threatened him. I shouldn’t have prevented
him from speaking to you.”
Amara gave a
lopsided grin. “No, I like that you actually did. He went through a lot of
effort to try to speak to me. Maybe he’s actually sorry for what he did.”
“Oh, indeed
he is.”
“Care to tell
me the short version of what happened on Saturday?” Amara asked, with a puppy
face too.
“Nope,” Ngozi
declared, sauntering back to her seat. “You’re gonna have to wait till Friday
to hear it from him.”
Amara
groaned, “I can’t. The suspense would kill me.”
“You’re the
one that said Friday.”
“So I
wouldn’t be thinking of work when I’m talking to him obviously.”
Ngozi rolled
her tongue on her front teeth. “You do have a point. Anyway, where would you
want him to take you? I have ideas you know.”
Amara
laughed, “of course you have ideas. Thing is I don’t know if this is a date or
just a reconciliation.”
“Take it
however you wanna take it, but you’re going to look hot and beautiful.” Ngozi
was already working in her head, going through Amara’s wardrobe. Thinking of
the makeover she’ll do. “Whatever you’re going for, whether simple or casual, you know, for bars or the movies,
classic and chic for candle light and dinner—”
“We’re not at
the candlelight and dinner yet, Zii.”
“Whatever,”
Ngozi mumbled. “All I’m saying is, I
will give you the perfect look.”
“I trust you
on that. Now, if you could just let me think of… My phone is ringing.” Amara
took out her phone from her bag.
“Oh, it’s
Amuche.” She picked up the phone. “Hey baby sis, what’s up?”
“For the love
of God, big sis. I ain’t a baby anymore,” Amuche replied from the other end.
“You’re still
my baby sis,” Amara teased. “Kee kwanu? How are you?”
“I’m good. On
my way home.”
“You’re
what?” Amara paused picking the peanuts
on in the crystal bowl on Ngozi’s desk.
“I’m on my
way to Lagos.” Amuche replied flatly.
“That’s very
surprising, Amuche.”
“Yay,
surprise,” Amuche waved her hand in sarcasm where she was.
Amara
chuckled, “did you tell your mother?”
“That was the
whole point of the surprise, Sis. So that she wouldn’t tell me to buy the whole
of Nsukka.”
Amara laughed
hard, “but you should have told me na. I could have sent you money for a plane
ticket.”
“Oh,
definitely you’re paying for that when I’m going back for clearance.”
“Of course,”
Amara smiled. “Hey, I’m here with Ngozi. Putting you on speaker now.” Amara put
the call on speaker and placed the phone on the desk.
“Zii mama,
how far na?” Amuche’s deep voice filled the room.
Ngozi
laughed, “you haven’t changed a bit, Amuche. I’m doing great. Congratulations
on completing your Bachelor’s degree.”
“Thanks, ma.
Though the convocation isn’t here yet. Anyway, I know you’d get me a gift.”
Amuche chipped in.
“Amuche!”
Amara scolded.
“What?”
Amuche rolled her eyes. “Are you the one I’m asking for gift?”
“Leave Ngozi
alone.”
“Err, Ngozi
is right here,” Ngozi faced her friend. “And she’s gonna get you that gift,
girl.”
Amara rolled
her eyes at her. She probably would have done the same thing if Amuche she were
there.
“So, where
are you guys now?” Amara asked Amuche.
“Err,” Amuche
cleared her throat. “Somewhere in Ore.”
Amara thought
for a second before she spoke again. “Somewhere in Ore? Amuche what are you
traveling with abi who are you traveling with?”
“Sis, it’s a
friend of mine who is using his private car. We left Nsukka pretty early.”
“My God,
Amuche. A private car! Is that safe? Why would you travel with someone when the
roads are not safe anymore?” Why—”
“Relax, Amara,”
Ngozi interjected. She saw that Amara was getting worked up about her sister’s
whereabouts. “Amuche, you should have told your sister about this before now,
nevertheless, we’re glad you have told us and you’re safe. Be careful the rest
of the way. Send the name and phone number of this friend to me. And if you can
get the car’s plate number, get it and text to me too.”
“Ok, I will,”
Amuche said.
“Alright, see
you soon.” Ngozi cut the call before Amara would say anything.
“Why did you
do that? I wasn’t done scolding her.” Amara scowled at her.
“Would you
like Chinese now or you’d rather go back to the office without lunch?”
“What she did
was reckless.”
“Like we
haven’t all been reckless,” Ngozi replied. “Cut her some slack. She’s a big
girl.” She was interrupted by a notification on her own phone. “Oh look, Amuche
already texted the name and number of her friend, as well as the plate number
of the car.” Raising her eyes and looking at Amara, she reassured her, “don’t
worry, she’ll be fine. Now, let’s get you that lunch so you can head back to
work.”
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Amara managed
a little grumbling and sent a prayer to God that her sister arrived Lagos
safely. She followed Ngozi out of her office to tackle the most pressing need
at the moment. Her hunger.
This is pretty dawn great. Looking forward for the next episode. Keep it up my dear.
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