Things are going to change drastically for the characters of this story. Some hearts will break, some will find love, what has been hidden in darkness will come to light and like water spilled to the ground which cannot be taken back, some of these changes will be irreversible.
And here it beginsβ¦
Just a kiss. That was what she said. But it was more than that to both of them. It had been ignited from the moment she raped his mouth at Mr. Enencheβs and since then, they hadnβt been able to stop the fire that drew them into an endless kissing game. Uyi had left the Enenchesβ that evening, embarrassed and in a hurry but he could not hastily erase the taste of Damiβs tongue over his all through that night. Work was a bore for him the next day and with Temiβs absence, his weariness was turned up a notch. But Dami spun things around when she materialized before his desk with a bogus assignment she wanted him to do which would require him working overtime. He acceded to her wish and continued his day with a renewed zest.
When evening came and the office building was empty save for the two of them, the kissing kicked off again. Scared that they might be caught by the numerous surveillance cameras, they moved to Damiβs car at the parking lot where they went on for a prolonged time.
βAre we ever going to have a serious conversation?β Uyi asked when he stopped to breathe. Dami shook her head slowly at him with what seemed like a naughty smile.
βWho wants to speak geek this night, Uyi?β she whispered and bit his lip so hard he flinched. Then she continued again. No touching was done, no phone numbers were exchanged, no words were said, and she kissed him all the way to his doorstepβ¦ and then stopped, breaking into laughter when she saw his roommates staring at them with gaping jaws. One look at Ovie and Peter had Uyi changing his mind about staying home.
βLetβs go to your place,β he suggested to Dami and she nodded readily. βErβ¦wait for me in your car. I just want to get something quick.β As she walked away, Uyi dashed into his apartment and was welcomed with loud whooping from Peter and Ovie. They followed him into his room, begging for juicy details about what they had just witnessed. Uyi said little to them but it was enough. They already had evidence of the kiss, a photo taken with Peterβs phone. They waited for him to leave before logging intoΒ www.totameavirgin.comΒ to upload the photograph. And that was how Uyiβs name joined the list of Damiβs potential deflowerers. In less than thirty minutes, he topped the list and Dikeβs phone buzzed for three full hours, alerting him of new bets placed on the newcomer.
However, Dike couldnβt concentrate on his incoming alerts. He had his own headache to deal with at home. Kachi had been crying for five long hours and had refused to tell him why. He suspected that she had somehow found out about Temi. But Dike wasnβt really fazed. In fact, he had half-expected her to catch him because he wanted a big showdown. So bored he was of his life and marriage that he was willing to risk it all to start over again. He believed he loved Kachi immensely but the fire was long gone and he just couldnβt see himself playing the role of a husband anymore. His heart was dead cold towards her. He had tried to revive it severally but without success. Now, all he wanted was a way out of the prison he called his marriage, and if Temi was the exit, he didnβt give a damn if his affair with her was exposed. Still, it hurt him somewhat to see Kachi cry. She once was his best friend and if there was left any part of his conscience that was alive and jabbing him at that moment, it was for the friendship he once shared with her.
βKach, talk to me nau. Why are you crying like this?β He didnβt know how many times he had asked that question in Igbo and in English but the answer was always the same β silence and more tears. He was tired and heavy-eyed and one look at his blinking phone reminded him that he had messages to attend to, so he sighed and said, βIβm turning in. If you want to talk, just tap me.β
He rested on his side of the bed and connected his phone to charge as he began to attend to his messages. Just as he was about logging into totameavirgin.com, a text message arrived. He clicked on the SMS icon and saw that the text was from Kachi. He glanced at her side of the bed where she was crouched, and saw her fiddling with her phone. He turned back to his and clicked on the SMS and it read thus:
Mrs Dike, my name is Temi and I have been sleeping with your husband. Iβm very sorry about it. Dike told me he was divorced. I didnβt know you guys were still married. Pls forgive me. But I have worst news. I am pregnant for him and have no intention of aborting it. Again, Iβm truly sorry.
Dike was dumbfounded. Temi couldnβt be pregnant, he argued in his head. She was just trying to cause trouble. What on earth would possess her to send such nonsense to Kachi?
He looked at Kachi. She was still crouched and backing him. She sent him another text.
Temi, thank you for letting me know. I do not advise you to abort the child. And I do not advise you to stop seeing Dike if you love him. I am leaving him for you. Enjoy.
βKach?β Dike called Kachi in a very low voice and she lifted herself from the bed and faced him. βNnaiβ¦β she began and stopped and rubbed her swollen eyes. βIβ¦ actually found out about two of you earlier today. I followed you from work until you got to her house. I saw you guys kissing in the car, I saw everything. And I was so angry. I planned to go back to her house to beat the hell out of her before descending on youβ¦ but her text came in andβ¦ everything changed. It was like someone poured cold water on my body and anesthetized me and I am yet to recover. So here I am, Ogbudike, all fight in me gone. I canβt come to blows with another woman over a man who doesnβt love me, over a man who takes away my dignity and shares what is mine with someone else. I canβt keep giving you all of me only to find out itβs not enough and you want more outside. What you and I have is more than physical but you take it and make it small and strip it of all its essence and itβs killing me, Nnai. Itβs killing me. I canβt do this anymoreβ¦β She covered her face briefly and sniffed, then let down her hands and pierced his eyes with a tormented stare. βI wantβ¦ a divorce.β
Dike shivered without his helping it. He was afraid to look into Kachiβs eyes to discover she actually had the power to break him completely with just one stare. It was only his pride left and he wasnβt going to let her take it away and emasculate him all over again yet he felt some sort of darkness covering him, something profound leaving him, severing a cord between him and Kachi that he never knew existed. He was experiencing, at that point, what Kachi told him she had experienced earlier. A cold sensation took over him and he could hardly feel any part of his body.
βAre you serious?β his throat burned. The kneeling image of Kachi on the bed stirred something strong in him. She had never looked so beautiful in all their life together. He wanted to just reach out and hold her but his hands were like dead weights beside him. He desired to tell her he was sorry, to tell her that he truly loved her but had been consumed with his ego. He needed to ask to be forgiven but sadly, nothing in him budged. He remained there like one who was dead.
Kachi drew a long sniff and slowly dismounted from the bed. She took her wrapper and phone with her and was heading out of the room when he finally found his voice. And it came out with anger that surprised even him.
βYou want a divorce?β She turned to him as he sat up. βFine! I will give you your divorce so I can rest from your controlling hands because Kachi, I am tire
d! You choke me every single moment! I canβt breathe when Iβm with you. Itβs like walking on thin ice! You always find fault in everything I do! It is either how I laugh or the way I swallow my food or the fact that I speak pidgin in public or that I fart in bed! You push and push and push AND DRIVE ME CRAZY! You donβt know when to stop! And now, youβve pushed me into the arms of another woman who gives me the respect I deserve! Yes, she is better than you and more woman than you will ever try to be!β
Kachi whimpered.
βSo donβt stand there taking the moral highroad with me! I know your dirt, in and out and I ate it without complain! But youβ¦ baby, you destroyed this marriage! You! Not me. And I have totally given up too. You can have your bloody divorce!β
With his face etched in stone, he picked his pillow and phone and stormed out of the room, banging the door behind him. As he headed for the guest room, he dialed Temi.
Temi was in a cab headed for Gwagwalada when her phone flashed silently in her hand. Dikeβs number appeared and she hated herself for knowing it by heart. She had already deleted his details but saved every text and ping in a folder named βbastardβ. Five hours ago, she was sitting with Hafsa in her room, traumatized by his betrayal.
βSo what will you do with the baby?β Hafsa had asked her.
βIβll keep it na. What else will I do? I canβt abort it oh.β
βIβm not asking you to, but Temi, heβs a married man. The baby will tear his family apart. don’t you think you shouldnβt involveβ¦?β
βWhat are you trying to say, Hafsa?β Temi grimaced heavily.
βSo you want to carry the stigma on your head that his marriage scattered because of you?β
βOh, I should just be shoved aside because Iβm not the one with the ring on my finger?!β
βTemiβ¦β
βI was not a mistress, Hafsa! I was Dikeβs girlfriend!β
βBut heβs married.β
βAnd I donβt want him again! How many times will I say that?!β She emphasized. βI just want him to be in my babyβs life and I donβt care if his wife cannot handle it! I did not snatch her husband! I was innocent and so is my baby!β
Hafsa didnβt argue further. She left a few minutes later and it was then Temi sent the text to Kachi. It had taken a whole hour for a reply but when it came in and she read it, Temi experienced a cold feeling wash over her. Numbed at once, she read Kachiβs text over and over again and Hafsaβs words returned to haunt her. She paced around her room endlessly and each time she stopped, it was to eat something. The hours dragged by leaving a heavy weight on her shoulders. She was all out of tears, and it seemed, of options as well. But there was just one alternative left for her to take. She went through her contact list and retrieved a number she hadnβt called in years and dialed it. Fortunately for her, the person on the other line remembered her. They conversed a little and she ended the call. The black Diesel clock on her bedroom wall struck eleven and Temi hurried into the bathroom. She had a quick shower, changed into clean clothes, picked her wallet and exited the house. Uyi had not yet arrived and she doubted that he was on his way, hence she took her key along. Outside her house, she hailed a cab and asked the young driver to take her to Gwagwalada. Sitting behind, just by the window, she felt the wind outside blowing over her as the cab sped on. It was then she finally released held tears.
Now Dike was calling. She looked at her phone and though she had no intention of taking his call because of what she was planning, something pushed her to press the answer button. She told herself that she had to say her final goodbye to him.
βDike?β she said, rolling up her window to stop the bellowing wind from interrupting her call.
βCuddles?β
βMmm?β she answered in a moment of weakness.
βHow are you?β
βIβm good.β
βUmβ¦quick question. Are you pregnant?β
His voice was affectionate, filling her with warm memories.
βI am.β
βHaba, Temi, why didnβt you tell me first? Why did you have to tell my wife?β
Temi burned in instantaneous anger. βWhy didnβtΒ youΒ tell me you were still married? Why did you lie to me?β Her tone was raised and she caught the cab driver looking at her through the rearview.
βIβm sorry, cuddles. I wanted to butβ¦β
βDike! Dike, Dike! I beg you, leave me alone! As it is, Iβm going to abort your child now, now, now! I donβt want to tear anybodyβs family apart. Lai-lai! Itβs not me God will come and punish! So if you know whatβs good for you, donβt ever call me or text me or even show up at my door! Me and you are through! I donβt want to ever use my two eyes to see your cheating, lying face again!β Temi hung up and hissed. She cussed in Yoruba for a long time before she let down the window to take in fresh air. Uyi had crossed her mind without warning as thoughts of him usually did, so she dialed his number and waited for it to ring as she had breathed in unsullied air to calm herself. But something weird caught her attention when she noted the environment they were in. Her brows creased and she looked around, searching for signs to indicate they were en route Gwagwalada.
βEhn, oga?β she drew the attention of the cab driver and he stared at her through the rearview mirror. βWhere we dey go? I say Gwagwalada, not Nassarawa State. Ode oshi.β
The cab driver took a few seconds before responding but he turned with his hand stretched out holding a piece of cloth which he shoved into Temiβs face. On impulse, she hit his hand and pushed the cloth away but she realized that her sight became instantly blurry. She blinked severally but it only got blurrier. The car appeared to her as if it was rocked by giant hands. Temi tried to hold on to something for balance but she failed and slumped on her seat, her right hand still holding her phone.
Uyi pried away from Damiβs lips and went for his phone. He saw it was Temi calling and though he didnβt want to pick the call, the gentleman in him would not let him ignore it. Besides, he felt he owed her an explanation for not showing up at hers.
βTemi?β he answered the call with a guilty smile but met silence. He suspected that she was upset with him. βTems?β There was more silence though he could hear something like movement in the background. βCome on, Tems, I know youβre there. Answer me nau.β
He heard more movement and the line went dead. Uyi looked at his phone with a smile and shook his head. He was in too deep in the middle of his kissing game with Dami to bother about Temi. She could be handled better at a later time. He switched off his phone completely and turned back to Dami who was sitting behind her wheels.
βWhere were we?β he asked.
βIn my car, parked just outside my house and you were saying something about it not being right for you to be here by this time and because I didnβt want to hear that, I stopped you with a kiss.β
βDamiβ¦β Uyi looked like he had another objection to make, hence Dami hushed him with her finger.
βLetβs go in.β
They both got down from the car and walked to her house, slowly and silently, holding hands like lovers do, not wanting to spoil the moment. Dami unlocked her front door and welcomed him in. The house was beautiful as he would later discover but for that passing moment, Uyi had eyes for Dami alone.
The kissing started all over again but this time, their hands proceeded to discover each otherβs bodies all the way from the sitting room to Damiβs bedroom. However Uyi stopped when jolted to his senses the instant his hand found its way down her underwear. He pulled away as if stung by something and apologized.
βWhatβs wrong?β she asked.
βI canβt.β
βYou canβt what?β
βI canβt have sex with you, D
ami. Youβre a virgin.β
She laughed, her twinkling eyes, laughing as well. βRelax.β She held his hand.
βNo, Iβm sorry, I canβt.β
βI said, relax. Iβm not a virgin,β she said.
βWhat?β
She shook her head. βI started the virgin rumor to give credibility to my career as a model here. It was my selling point. Because God knows I needed to enter the Nigerian market after my relic of a dad burned my entire modeling career in Europe.β
βSo, youβre sayingβ¦β
βIβm not a virgin. I lied to help my market sell and while my career lasted, it worked, until my dad burned me here again and shoved my ass to work for Felixβs firm,β she said in slight bitterness. βSo, donβt you worry, child. Iβve had sex before. Relax.β
βAre you sure?β
βWouldnβt I know if my hymen went missing?β she laughed.
βDamiβ¦β Uyi still complained but Dami pulled open the drawer attached to her nightstand and showed him an array of condoms.
βIf I was a virgin, would I need these?β
βOkay, the number of condoms in there bothers me.β
βEr, I donβt use them. Itβs just forβ¦ well, you knowβ¦β She stretched from her bed to the wall and switched off the lights in the room. Immediately a soft blue glow of moonlight from her wide windows illuminated the bed.
βIs it true you have four boyfriends?β
She shook her head. βIβm seeing four guys but nothing serious. Just casual, nonphysical dates. Nigerians are funny sha. Once a girl goes out on a date with a guy more than once, they assume she must be seeing him exclusively. Thatβs why that stupid website they created about me is a waste of time. None of those four guys stand a chance. I hardly even see them these days.β
βAnd what about me?β
She smiled and pointed at her wide grin. βSee this? Thatβs what you do to me.β She sat on his laps. βBe my boyfriend, Uyi. My real boyfriend, not the play-play type.β
Something in the weird accent she used to say the Nigerian expression made him laugh.
βThey say youβre a tease,β he stated.
βAm I teasing you now?β she nibbled his earlobe and he squirmed.
βThey say you change men like underwear.β
βMake dem say wetin dem wan say. You send dem?β
Again her accent made him laugh.
βYouβre an ajebutter and Iβm ajepako. Can you handle that?β he asked.
βButter meets pako. Butter falls in love with pako. Butter makes pako her man.β
Tickling her, Uyi pushed her to the bed and lay over her to look at her intricately carved form under the moonlight. She looked too perfect to be real, like he was staring at real life Barbie.
βIs this just a onetime thing?β he asked.
βNo. So if you have a girlfriend, better dump her.β
βSheβs already trashed.β
βYou talk too much,β she hoisted up to meet him with a kiss.
βIf weβre going to be exclusive, no more PDA,β he said.
βAlready laying down the rules like a typical Nigerian guy.β
βNo clubbing and partying during the week.β
βYes sir.β She began unbuttoning his shirt.
βAnd lastly, noβ¦β
βOh, shut up,β she covered his lips with a fierce kiss him and pulled him to her. A voice told him he was playing with fire but he silenced it and peeled off her clothes and underwear one after the other. She responded to him in a way no woman had ever done before and all of his senses were fully employed in the occupation of pleasing her. To him, it was more than just an act of affection between two lovers; it was a hoorah moment, for on that bed, thanks to his triumphant boner and his new, insanely beautiful girlfriend, he proved that he was not a learner.
However, a while later, as Dami pulled him to the bathroom to have a shower with her, something on the bed seized his attention. He stopped, turned back and turned on the lights and right there in the middle of the bed, staining the flowery, pink bed sheet was evidence of Damiβs lost virginity.
Like cold water being poured over him, he became speechless as he looked at her.
βW-w-what just happened?β he asked.
βOuch.β She smiled mischievously. βI lied. But you, you just boldly went where no man has gone before. Clap for yourself.β
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Glad you are berra sally
Favour Folashade Ajayi
Thanks, Favour
Happy and Glad ur much berra ma’am! Your sure 1 luvly writer! More Flows to ya Ink
Thank you, Bert
Wow! Thank God you are fine Sally. Abuja Politicians should not use Temi for Rituals o. I can’t wait for saturday, to see how all these plays out
Thanks, Chinny for ur thots and prayers. I think u shd also pray for Temi
Awesome! Awesome! Hooked!
Thank you. I just reeled u in
Lol! Good one!
Thanks
Bravo!!!
Gracias
Thank God 4ur recovery dear…. Nd nw dis part of d story is a ghen ghen smtn….
Thank you, Sleekvic
Though I wonder about the “disvirgining” part, this is as beautiful a read as ever.
Thanks π
Wow
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Wahala dey for er’body!… Sally u bad!
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hmmmm…..#shortofwords#.
Indignation from the so so unworthy, cloth pieces and dubious cabbies, UYI joins The star trek crew and I hope that sister gal Kachi has enough balls to kick that bitch ass hubby of hers to the curb…okay; did I get it all? Oh Ms Sallll u don come again o! wahala dey….
Wahala really dey oh
I really loved the way the whole saga is going,thanks sally for the wonderful write up.can’t wait for next episode
Thank, Kas π
Can Uyi and Temi like fall in love already?
Lol!
Moving dish spiced with suspense! Moskeda writes up a scrumptious literary feast!
Now ya making me hungry.
But thanks
This episode just did it for me. Nice twist
Thanks, Shabaz
OMG! I wasn’t expectin it 2 end soon… Sooo can’t wait for d continuation. Moskeda U?????r a real gift u give ma life a lift.
Oh my, I’m honored to read that. Na God oh. Thanks, dear
Hmmm….This episode has proven that U are the very best of the best. U brought every thing to light. So pratical.
Thank you, Persiux
Tanx buh more prayers for Temi
Thanks, too
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I am so happy to read from you. Thank God for His healing power. Your ink shall never run dry. *interesting*
Couldnt believ am readin evrytg frm d start,u r one great writer out there,i pray u hit ur desired target,ur work is sublime,kip it up frd
Thank you, friend
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i just love the way U write
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Oh my! She chose Uyi! Oh my Temi! My Kachi!