The beeping of Femi’s phone on the bed brings me out of my thoughts. I grabbed it and opened it. It was a text message from ‘Engineer Nosa’ I figured that it might be urgent so I clicked on the message to read. This is the address, see you by four. Don’t be late love, I’ll be waiting. Followed by a heart and kiss emoji and an address.
I am not that dumb not to figure out that something is going on and my heart breaks at the thought of Femi cheating. I never actually thought of Femi being unfaithful because he is a great guy, who I believe is completely enamoured with me. We even have plans on getting married and I trust him.
Sure, I have had guys date me in the past because of money but I have never had any cause to worry with Femi. Seems like I was wrong.
I read the address carefully and that’s when I realized it leads to a hotel. My heart went cold and I suddenly felt like I had aged a decade. Tears threatened to spill and I could only cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming.
I try to come up with a good reason for what I just saw but I keep coming up short. The sound from the restroom indicated that Femi was about to come out. I quickly marked the message as unread and returned the phone to its former position on the bed.
Just as I did so, Femi steps out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his naked body. If not for the disturbing message I just read, I would have jumped him and showered him with kisses.
He seems to have noticed the unusual reaction so he walks closer and tries to touch me intimately. I stop him and step back a bit, avoiding his gaze I say, “I am already late for an appointment, I gotta go… I’ll be back before four.”
I don’t give him a chance to reply as I quickly grabbed my bag and rushed out. Femi doesn’t stay with me in my hostel, just little sleepovers here and there.
Stepping out in the late morning sun, my sadness solidifies into anger with every passing minute. How could he cheat so freely without remorse? Does he not have an ounce of respect for me? The more I think about it, the more my body shakes in anger. I made up my mind to find out who that opportunist is cheating with. The girl must be the ‘something that came up’ and why he wanted to cancel on me.
I fume all the way to my car and the colours that greet me remind me of that darned William. It was like a grenade of anger exploded in my head when I thought of the two idiot boys who were currently making my life hell. I turned around and was about to match up to William to maybe finally strangle him to death when I saw his parked car by the side. A devilish smile plays on my lips as an idea pops into my head.
I search a bit, hoping to find a sharp stone, but I’m in luck because not only do I find stones, but also discarded nails. I pick one up and proceed to use the stone and nail to puncture the tyres of William’s car. The sound of air whizzing out of the tyres made me smile and ease some of my anger.
After I was done with my masterpiece, I stood to admire it, when another idea floats into my head. I lift up my hand with the stone in it and just as I am about to throw it towards the car windscreen, I hear a loud screech from a shocked William, I look back to see him looking out from his room’s window.
He leaves his window and hurriedly makes his way outside to me. I don’t wait for him and throw the stone, before running to my car. I enter the driver seat just in time as a fuming William marches towards me. I turned on the ignition and start driving out at full speed. William tries to block me by standing in front of my moving car, But he jumps out of the way when he realizes that I wasn’t going to slow down. I secretly wished he had stayed a little bit longer, I mean who wouldn’t believe me if I said I mistakenly ran him over?
Now that we are even, I drove to a car repair shop and repainted my car. It caused me quite a sum that left my heart aching but the thought of my revenge healed it to a reasonable level. I still plan on reporting William to his parents so I could get compensation for the damage.
Our parents are typical rich people, who would use their children as pawns in solidifying business alliances. Due to this, they refuse to see that I and William are dead ends, who don’t just work.
We are two parallel lines that should never meet or an explosion would occur. It would be a miracle if one of us doesn’t end up in jail on our wedding night, talk more, staying together forever.
With everything that happened, I just wanted to sulk in a corner. There was William and now, Femi to bother about. We have been dating for a year and a half and I was really beginning to see my future with him. I still silently prayed all this was a misunderstanding.
It was still one in the afternoon so it was still too early, but I drove to the address the other party sent to Femi and luckily for me, there are quite a few cars to blend in.
The events of the day took a toll on me and I didn’t know when I drifted off to sleep in the car.
The sound of my phone ringing woke me up a few hours later. I picked it up without checking the ID.
“Hey babe, sorry I can’t come with you… I couldn’t reschedule. Next time, I promise to make it up to you.” He says and hangs up.
I checked the time and it was just a few minutes after four. Despite the dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach, I step out of the car and fix my clothes. Putting on a big hat and dark glasses, I walked cautiously into the hotel hall, praying that I wasn’t too late.
Just as I approach the reception, I see Femi walking into the hotel. I hide and follow him. My heart grows frantic as he leads us deep into the hotel. He suddenly stops at a door and knocks. I stare without blinking hoping to catch the lady that comes out but my knees threaten to give way when a guy comes out instead and gives Femi a passionate hug and a kiss.
Wait! Engineer Nosa is actually a guy? When I saw the ID, I assumed Engineer Nosa was a cover-up name so I won’t suspect a thing. Who would have thought that it would be an actual guy? That would mean Femi was gay, or could it be bi?
I don’t even care anymore about confronting them as they walk into the room and close the door. My thoughts are just too jumbled up to react. Instead, I turn around and begin to walk out of the hotel like I just saw a ghost. I don’t know how to feel at the revelation, whether to cry or laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.
I walk past my car and enter the bar not too far from the hotel. Ordering half a dozen shots of tequila, I sit by myself in the corner and drink away my sorrows. An hour later, I was already drunk and my eyelids were heavy with sleep. I didn’t bother fighting it as I embraced it with open arms.