Wednesday, 9 September 2015

Rollercoaster Episode 5

EPISODE FIVE





Timi was finally glad that her two-week annual leave period had commenced. She loved her job, yes she did, but she knew she needed time for herself. Her reality dawned more after her younger sister announced that she was getting married. Then Timi begun to realize that she had to start taking the proper steps into settling down. She was tired of chasing shadows and waiting for a man who wasn’t taking any steps to leave the other woman for her.

She had gotten out of bed that morning as cheerful as a new bride. She said her routine morning prayers and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. She was cutting the third slice of yam when her phone beeped. It was a call from Ite.

“Hey.” Timi said, putting the phone on speaker.

“How are you? Can you talk? Are you at work?” Ite said.

“No. I’m on leave. What’s the matter?”

Ite hesitated for a while.

“I’m so paranoid right now. I’m so…” Ite burst into tears.

“What’s wrong? What happened? Did…did Damola leave you?”

Ite was puzzled at her bestfriend’s question but then she ignored it.

“I’m pregnant. I haven’t told him yet.” She said.

Timi went silent for a few minutes.

“Are you there?” Ite sniffed.

“Um…yes. I am. I am in shock. I’m happy for you. Why haven’t you told Damola?” Timi asked.

“I am not going to. I can’t be pregnant right now. I’m not ready and my boss is considering making me a Partner. This is a big thing for me in my career at just five years at the bar. I mean, I’m happy about the baby but…I know you think I’ve gone crazy but this isn’t the right time. We are still early 
in the marriage. We have lots of time for more babies…I can’t tell Damola. I don’t want this to affect 
my career. Having this baby means I won’t be considered for partner. And there are senior colleagues here who haven't worked half as much as I have that are ready to take this from me…I…” Ite went on and on, crying.

“You want to terminate it?” Timi said, not asked.

Ite gasped.

“Timi.” She sighed. “Well, yes I have thought about this and I know you will judge me but I just needed to talk about this to my best friend.”

“I think it’s not a bad idea.” Timi said.

Ite was shocked beyond words.

“Timi is this you? Are you messing with my mind?”

“Well, abortion is wrong in itself, don’t get me wrong, but wisdom is profitable to direct. Even the bible says so. It is better to let this go than have the baby and not love it, which would be a sin…You know, you should terminate the pregnancy. Before Damola finds out…”

Ite nodded, trying to marry this sudden weirdness from Timi and the decision she had to take.

“I’m scared. I don’t want complications when I’m ready to have kids.” She said.

“Come on there are professional doctors who evacuate pregnancies. This is for a good cause. and that’s the only reason I’m in supporting you on it.”

“Okay. I’ll think about it.” Ite said. “My mom’s call is waiting. I’ll talk to you later, okay.”


“Okay dear.” Timi said and ended the call.

She shut her eyes, throwing her head to the back. A myriad of emotions rushed through her veins. Suddenly, she reached for the peels of yam on the work table and yelled at the top of her lungs in anger, throwing them on the kitchen wall. She held her head in her hands and started to catch her breath, taking in gasps of air.

She grabbed her phone and went on her internet search engine.


‘Terminating a pregnancy’ She typed hurriedly.


She began reading through the results. She didn’t find anything tangible so she exited the webpage.





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The time was 4.30pm. It was close of work already and he wasn’t exactly ready to entwine himself with the demanding and tasking Lagos traffic. He had missed his wife. There was a new place he had discovered on Admiralty way and he really wanted to bring her there but with her job, and her recent 
tantrums which he had begun to notice in the past few weeks, that date wasn’t going to be possible…at least not any time soon.

He decided to grab dinner there, since his taste buds were already protesting. After he said his byes, he got into his car and embarked on the fifteen minute drive that should have taken five. Admiralty was not the same as before. So many businesses had taken over the place and had started to cause an ugly traffic on a daily, save for weekends.

“The egg fried rice and the sweet and sour sauce, please.” He replied the waiter who was taking his order.

“Any drinks sir?” The waiter asked.

“Um…just water.” He said. “And I also want a take-away pack too.”

He knew Ite would be hungry by the time she got home. He was at least grateful that her project would be closed by the end of the coming week.

“Damola, oh my God!” Timi called his name, hurrying to his table.

He was surprised. Before he responded, she was around him in a bear hug.

“How are you? What are you doing around?” He asked.

She laughed.

“Have you forgotten I live not too far? A girl also gets hungry sometimes.” She said.

He smiled, pulling back the vacant seat opposite him for her to sit.


“You promised we would talk. You never came around.” She said.

In a few minutes, the waiter was at their table.

“Madam, the take-away is for you…” The waiter said without asking Damola any questions.

He was lost for words. He opened his mouth but didn’t even know what to say.

“What’s the problem?” Timi asked, looking from Damola to the waiter.

“Just leave and get me another one.” Damola said, letting the waiter off.

After he left, Timi started to apologize but he dismissed it and told her it was okay.

“So how have you been exactly?” He asked as they started to eat.

“Well, to be honest with you, I haven’t been good.” She said.

“I know you haven’t been. And I just want to do everything to make you a happy person. I always knew you to be a happy person. I miss my friend.” He said.

She started to tear up.

“Timilehin…” He took her hand in his. She held on to his hand, tears flowing down her face.

“I’m just tired, Damola. I feel so tired of fighting this. I have tried so hard.” She cried.


The waiter came back with the paper bag of food. Damola knew he couldn’t keep the woman crying there so he settled the bill and led her to the parking lot. He unlocked his car and opened the door for her to get in.

“So talk to me. What exactly is the problem?” Damola started the conversation.

Timi hesitated for a while but then she started to open up.

“I haven’t been able to make any meaningful progress with my life. I have been stuck and Damola…”

“Gosh, Timilehin, you need to make a conscious effort to get out of this box. Let’s move on. I care so much about you. I care so much and it hurts me to see you this way.” He said.

She started to cry the more.

He leaned forward to pull her closer when his phone beeped.

“Excuse me.” He said, answering the call.

“Hi, darling.” He started.

Timi wiped her tears immediately, feeling the rage rising within her heart.

“Oh my God! Are you sure?”

He paused.


“Okay, Ite. I’m not happy about this but please try to be careful.”

“Okay.”

“I love you too. I expect all this to be over next week. That’s when the project is closing right? Okay then. Love you too. Bye.”

He sighed, ending the call.

“Timi I’m not in the right frame of mind right now. I need to go home, okay. I’ll come see you after work tomorrow.”

“Is Ite okay? That was her right?” Timi said.

He nodded then moved forward to hug her before she climbed out of his car.






***




She was tired. She turned off the engine of her car and savored the day's events. She had already started to miss him. She smiled to herself as she kissed her right hand; the one he had held at the restaurant when she had started to cry. She started to long for his touch again... 

She’d done a lot of work chasing his car. She had been waiting outside his office since 3.50pm. She wanted to be punctual. She couldn’t afford to miss him. She had worn her sunglasses and reclined in her seat. As soon as it struck 4.30pm, she knew he would be out of the office. By 4.50pm, his car pulled out of the office parking lot. She was determined to go anywhere with him. She knew that she didn’t understand why she had chosen to follow him. She didn’t have anything better to do anyway but she knew she had to do this. He parked his car at the parking lot of the restaurant finally. She had started to wonder where he was driving to. She had prepared herself for a drive all the way to their home at Ikeja. As he stepped out of the car, he had small talk with the security guard and gave him a 500 Naira note. She smiled. Her man was generous to a fault. As he walked into the restaurant and sat at the table, she adored him. She loved the way his shirt rested into his frame. It was a bit large. Ite.  She knew Ite was disorganized and had probably not helped him pick a more fitted shirt. He shut his eyes for a while and ran his hand over his bald head. He always did that when he was trying to make the smallest of decisions. She chuckled. He was cute when he did that. She finally decided to join him in

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“Damola, oh my God!” She had said, hurrying to his table, keeping up the act of coming to grab dinner.








“Timi.” Someone called her name, knocking the window of her car. She jolted, palpitating with fear. Then she saw Ite’s face.

She shivered a bit. Her mind started to race and then she started to think of her next line of action. 

Had Ite seen them? Had she seen her with Damola?

She slowly opened the door of her car. And before she said a word, Ite pulled her out.






*Rollercoaster Episode 5

*fisayotalabi


*photocredit www.gettyimages.com






7 comments:

  1. Hi all! Please read and drop a comment and don't forget to share my new series; Rollercoaster. Thank you for your consistency even while I was off for some time. Enjoy!

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  2. This girl has finally gone crazy and Ite is just gonna make things easy for her

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  3. Well crazy is an understatement.
    Ite definitely saw her in the car with Damola. Friend turned enemy soonest.
    I hope Ite didn't terminate the pregnancy o.
    Great job Fisayo. God bless you and increase your knowledge.

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  4. Waow! Timi needs our prayers people... this is getting spiritual ��

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  5. Timi's losing it, I hope she gets her act together.

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  6. Timi's losing it, I hope she gets her act together.

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