TALES OF THE SIDE CHIC LIFE-7

I was just two blocks away from Lola’s Salon when a delivery truck broke down in front of me, I was so upset. I called Lade and asked her to find a way to keep the lady there; I wanted to know exactly who she was.

Thankfully, I got there just as she was about to step out. She was the first to admire my Ankara peplum top as I made my way in. I appreciated her and gave her my card. She smiled and promised to check me at the store before she left.

 

Lola explained that she saw Elo’s picture on her phone as the wallpaper. I stayed quiet trying to process the information. I called Elo and asked him if we could meet up later in the evening I was determined to end it this time. I was tired of the lies and his pretense. He told me he won’t be available that evening.

 

I went home feeling sick in my stomach; I started thinking of what to tell Elo when I finally get to see him. My mind was made up, I would rather stay single than be walked over.

 

‘But you adore this guy’ my subconscious told me.

 

That doesn’t mean I should settle. I thought in response to my subconscious.

 

He called me severally that night but I refused to pick up, he left messages on whatsapp and bbm but I replied none. The silent treatment, yea that was my game plan.

 

 

On Saturday morning, I was getting dressed to go for a client’s wedding when Elo’s car drove into my compound. He looked like he just rolled out of bed but he still looked as handsome as ever. Tunmise was there so I tried to act normal, he got the drift so he played along and playfully pulled me into the kitchen.

 

‘Why have you been avoiding me, Awele?’ he asked looking at me like I held the keys to his heart.

 

‘I’m not ready to have this conversation Elo, I’m on my way to a customer’s wedding’

 

‘You have to tell me something at least before you leave, I’m not letting you go until you do so’ he chided.

I laughed. ‘You have no right to keep me here against my wish, I’m leaving and that’s it. If you want to wait till I return, be my guest.’ I retorted

 

He was amazed at my statement but being the gentleman he is, he pecked my forehead and said ‘I’ll just hang around here till you get back then.’

 

Gosh! How can he be so sweet and so annoying at the same time? I went back to my room and Tunmise finished my make-up. She was asking me what was wrong but I assured her everything was fine.

 

I purposely stayed longer than I would at the wedding reception; I made sure to take cute pictures and uploaded them on Instagram. Elo liked and commented on each and every one of my pictures. It made me blush but I was still mad at him.

 

I got home at about 4:37pm and Elo was seated on the couch, so relaxed. Cup of juice on the centre table, DSTV remote and tv remote in both hands and an empty plate showing that he had even helped himself to some food from the fridge.

 

How do you break up with him now? My subconscious asked me.

 

To be honest, it looked so good to see him so relaxed in my apartment. He was so engrossed in the repeat football match between Chelsea and West Ham he was watching that he didn’t hear when I drove into the compound. He was a bit startled when he heard footsteps as the heels of my shoe kissed the tiles of the floor.

 

‘Hey there’, he called out.

 

‘Hi, I didn’t expect to still meet you here’ I uttered blithely

 

‘C’mon Awele, what’s this drama about?’, he stood up and started walking towards me. I quickly got into my room and locked the door behind me.

 

‘Okay, maybe it’s time for me to go then. I waited all day for you and now you won’t even speak to me.’, he whined.

‘Give me ten minutes, I’ll be out now’, I teased.

 

‘Fine, I’ll wait’ he replied. ‘I just hope this is all worth it’.

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After about 20 minutes, I came out of the room. I had showered and changed to shorts and an over-size boyfriend jacket that covered my legs a bit. Elo was in the kitchen then trying to clean up and maybe planning on leaving since I refused to come out after 20 minutes.

 

He looked back as I stepped into the kitchen.

 

‘Ready to talk now?’ he asked cleaning his hands with a napkin.

 

I narrated the whole story of how he had been making me doubt him and that I really didn’t believe the whole Matilda being his step-sister gist. I told him about the lady I met at Lola’s place and that she had his picture as her wall-paper.

He laughed so hard and I frowned wondering what was so amusing about what I had just said. Then he started to explain……

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: What explanation do you think Elo has this time? Kindly share and drop your comments.