Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 41

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Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 41

Wednesday Evening
Cole smiled at the image of man formed in the mirror. He had just had a shave, so his beards and the hair on his head were neater. He had chosen for the date a black jean jacket, a blue v-necked top underneath and a black shredded jean trousers. He decided to maintain his normal ‘bad boy’ look instead of trying to impress by dressing like a gentleman.
He sat at the edge of the bed and slipped on his sneakers. His phone began to ring as he fixed the lace, Patricia was calling. He left the lace and reached for his phone by the pillow side.
‘I just wanted to find out if you are through from work,’ he said into the phone. He knew she was calling back because she had seen his missed call.
‘Yes, I am. I was trying to get a cab when you called then.’
‘So, where are you? Should I come and pick you there?’


‘No, don’t bother. I’m at home already. I just need a few minutes to change my dress.’
‘Okay, I’ll be at your estate gate in twenty minutes.’
He sat back at the edge of the bed after cutting the call. He finished up with his shoe lace quickly and proceeded to the door with the car key. The door flung open as he got there, narrowly missing his face.
‘Tomi, hey! You should knock,’ Cole shot her a cold look.
She ignored him and sized him up from head to toe with her eyes. ‘Where are you going to?’ she asked with a dominating tone of a mum questioning her son. She moved a step back and placed her hand on her waist.
‘When did I become accountable to you?’
She stared at him silently for a moment. She then blinked and let out a breath. ‘Why have you been avoiding me?’
‘Avoiding you?’ he gave her a side look. ‘To my knowledge, we see and work together everyday, how can I avoid you?’
‘You know what I’m talking about Cole,’ she eyed him wickedly.


‘Don’t you get tired?’ he asked raising his brow. ‘Well, you can see I was on my way out before you showed up.’
He pulled the door handle to close it as he stepped out. She gave way.
‘So, the boss travelled today and you’re going clubbing again tonight?’ she turned and watched as he walked away.
‘It’s none of your business. The boss never stops me from clubbing even when she’s around.’
He walked on without turning to give her another look.

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Location : Fadel Cool Creamery, Asokoro
35 minutes later.

‘Wow! I never knew this place was this beautiful,’ Patricia exclaimed, looking around the place admiringly.

‘I’m glad you like it,’ he smiled as he saw the ecstacy in her eyes.

She stopped looking around and turned back to meet his smiling face, he kept his gaze on her face without blinking.

‘What?’ she asked with a laugh. He wouldn’t stop staring at her.
‘D--n it! I can’t contain your beauty,’ Victor let out with a long breath. Her beauty that night was truly different. It had taken him great effort to take his eyes off her and focus on the road while driving to the place.

He had gotten to the estate gate before her and stood outside his car to wait for her arrival. He was stunned when she showed up at the gate. She was putting on a perfectly fitted cream coloured gown with flowery design all over, it stopped slightly above her knees. Her makeup was noticeable but modest and perfect for her face. He also noticed she had changed her hairstyle into a longer one. She was totally different from the kind of girls he was used to. The girls he hanged out with were always either sluttishly dressed or like gangsters. This was totally different and it had a different effect on him.


‘Come on, would you stop saying that. You’ve said it so many times today already,’ she chuckled with her response.
The attendant arrived with a tray containing two cups of cold refined milk and snacks.
‘Well, I tried to reach you yesterday. Your number was switched off all through.’ she said after the attendant left.
‘Oh, yes. It was, I had a problem with my phone.’ Victor lied. ‘You were the first person I called after fixing it this morning.’
He had turned on the phone at Kurudu on Tarasha’s order (to turn off everything that could be used to trace them) and forgot to turn on it after they got to the base. When he finally remembered at night, he decided to secure the IMEI of the phone before using it again. He secured it that night, making it and anything used with it untraceable.
‘That was around six am, how did you finish fixing it at that time?’ she asked.
‘Ermm… I have good knowledge of phones, so I did it myself, that morning. No need for repairers.’ he said with a proud smile.
‘Wow! So you’re handy too?’
‘Yes, I learnt that at a very young age.’
‘Oh well, it’s good.’
They stopped taking for a brief moment and engaged themselves with the milk. The sweetness of the milk could be seen in the smiles on their faces after taking the first spoon each.
‘It’s actually my first time of coming here too, I only dropped by once to get a cup of milk for my sister.’ Victor confessed.
‘Your sister must have taste for good things,’ Patricia put in. ‘Did her husband or hubby use to bring her here?’

‘I can’t tell, I don’t know where she does her dates. She isn’t married yet,’ Victor said.
‘What about you?’
He smiled at her. ‘Are you asking if I’m married?’
‘Yes.’

‘Of course, I’m not.’ he said, raising up his fingers to show the absence of a ring. ‘You thought I could be married?’
‘What about your girlfriend?’ she ignored his question.

‘Girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend.’
‘Oh! Your ex, what happened with her?’ Patricia asked.

He paused a bit and stared at her. She could see the uneasiness on his face.
‘Oh! Sorry I asked that,’ she apologized.
‘It’s nothing, I really never had an ex.’
‘Huh?’ she shone her eyes widely at him.
He felt a bit embarrassed. He had only loved once in his lifetime, in his first year at the university and never really dated the girl. He didn’t know how to tell her he never had a girlfriend but only bed partners.
‘You never had a girlfriend, are you a monk?’
He laughed loudly and relaxed his back, shaking his spoon playfully in his hand. ‘It’s not like that. I had one in school but…’ he struggled to find words to form a lie.

‘She broke your heart?’
‘No, things didn’t just work out.’
‘And then, how many years now? You locked your heart?’

He leaned forward and placed his spoon into the cup. He put his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his palms. ‘I didn’t, it got locked by itself.’

‘Then open it,’ she said nonchalantly as she took a spoonful of iced milk.
‘You opened it already,’ he said calmly, looking thinly into her eyes. She didn’t seem to hear the last thing he said. ‘I’m in love with you Pat,’ he said, in a voice loud enough for people at the neighbouring tables to hear.
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