Memories Of Cupid - Season 1 - Episode 4

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Memories Of Cupid - Season 1 - Episode 4

Vera flung her ash colored bag on the soft
couch. She hastily removed her cream blazer in
quest for fresh air and heaved in blessed relief.

She switched on the medium sized LG plasma
television and wobbled on the three-sitter chair.

It displayed an entertainment splash programme anchored by the very famous ever talented TV personality- Wumi Kelani. Vera had always admired the young lady, her accessories and outfits screamed expense!.
She cherished her style and strength. She glanced at the time; it was some minutes past 9:00pm. She guessed her mother was already far away gone into the dreamland. Work had been hectic for her that Monday. Mondays were always tedious and wearisome for almost her.

She made for the kitchen, opened the freezer
and settled for a cold Dansa juice. She sure
knew her mother would raise an eyebrow if she
saw her freezer almost empty the next morning.

She stretched luxuriously on the sofa and
focused her gaze on the TV as she munched on
the popcorn she had earlier bought from foodco
restaurant near her bank. She sipped from the
glass containing the juice until there was no
more remained in the glass. She strolled briskly
to her room and stripped herself off her office
wear. She had her night gown on, she replied
some BBM messages and e-mails before tucking herself into bed with the duvet drawn over. It was sure time to sleep.

The alarm buzzed loudly at exactly 4:00am, Vera rolled to the edge of the bed as she struggled to lift her eyes from their sockets which they seemed to be glued together-they sure were playing hide and seek game she guessed, she snoozed the alarm. She rolled herself into the duvet and tried sleeping again but the annoying alarm buzzed again, ringing out louder this time.

Vera cursed under her breathe as she flung her
phone on the tiled floor, the alarm stopped. Vera gazed at the scattered battery on the floor. Her day was going to be sour she predicted. She said her short witty watty morning prayers and dashed into the toilet to empty her bowels before sprouting to the bathrooms to have her teeth brushed and also have her body scrubbed.

She picked up the detached phone from the floor when she returned back to the room, water dripping from her fair body. It was already 4:30am and she hadn’t dressed up. She hadn’t made breakfast for herself and her mother coupled with the fact that she had traffic to beat; she just hoped the traffic was light.

Whoever said bankers weren’t trying.

She ransacked her wardrobe for the perfect
outfit for a Tuesday. Since it was Tuesday,
intercontinental bank gave her staffs the
privilege to wear shirts without having blazers on them. She hurriedly brought out her sky blue
Armani shirt and pink-plait skirt from the
wardrobe. She scrutinized it; it was already well
ironed, courtesy of her ever efficient drycleaner.

Having worn her undergarments, she strolled to
the well equipped kitchen and hurriedly prepared breakfast. She hastily ate her toast bread and omellete. She remained some for her mother.

She scurried back to her room, wore her clothes, made her face up, sprayed her passion perfume, had her favorite silver ivory clip-on earrings, wore her shoes and dashed into her mom’s room. She left a note for her and pecked her mom on her chubby cheeks before hopping into her dark brown Corolla Camry car given to her as an official car from her branch office and zoomed off spewing moist dust into the air.

Vera turned on her car’s stereo player; she
hummed the lyrics of transformer by Chris Brown softly. She packed her car at the car pack
meant for staffs. She jolted at the sight of the
manager’s red murano jeep, she hoped he
wouldn’t ask her some stupid questions, after all it was just some minutes past seven and she obviously wasn’t near lateness.

She straightened the strands of hair playing on
her face as she greeted the security men. She
lingered for an extra second before giving them
little tips. She walked into the bank, signed the
necessary papers and resumed at her wing. She flashed her ever enchanting smile at her
colleagues who had already resumed at her
wing. She had hardly settled down when the
office landline04 which rested on her table rang
out loud. She picked on its fourth ring.

’’Intercontinental bank, how may I help you?’’

”okay, we do have domiciliary accounts, it lets
you have accounts in currencies other than naira, you can pay into these accounts through cash deposits or foreign currency cheque deposits. It provides the services of an offshore account and still gives you access to your money from any of our branches. For more enquiries, you can visit our bank anytime from 8:00am to 4:00pm.

Thanks for banking with us” she boomed her ever sonorous voice into the mouthpiece.

The caller had required for some pieces of
information about domiciliary accounts. She
breathed heavily and resumed wholly into her
work.

The ship shaped clock stroke 2:00pm. She could
feel the walls of her intestine jinxing with her
duodenum and luckily for her, she had no
customers to attend to. She had referred few
ones to another wing where the services they
came from were provided. She smiled at the
thought of eating a properly grilled chicken
flashed down her belly forming tiny butterflies in it. She was about standing up when her phone vibrated on the petal strewn table. She smirked her face at the private number repeatedly calling her; she hesitated for a while but eventually decided on picking it when the caller wasn’t anywhere near stopping the call.

“Hello” she spoke lowly into the mouthpiece
careful not to divert the attentions of customers
at the next table to herself.

*******
Vera walked briskly into southern fried chicken
republic eatery. She looked around for the
strange person who had called her some minutes back to come and meet him at southern fried chicken republic eatery, she was beginning to look like an idiot as she noticed the way people stared awkwardly at her wondering what she was doing in the middle of the eatery staring blankly in search of an unknown chap. Her cheeks were flustered with embarrassment. She guessed curiosity got the better part of her.

She cursed deep inside of her and regretted ever accepting to the weird meeting of an entirely strange Homo Sapien. She gave up and was already about leaving when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder; She turned to face a five feet eight tall prince charming her jaw dropped. She was held in gasps and was also trying to place the face because the drop dead gorgeous ovally shaped face sure rang a bell, she swallowed the hot ball of healthy lust sizzling down her throat.

“Looking for me?” He asked ,flashing his
brightest Mr.cool smile in the sweetest voice she had ever heard.

******
Tiny drops of rain fell on Elyme as she walked to
school, it had rained heavily the previous night
and it was still drizzling lightly. She shivered in
the rain as she walked quietly. She had forgotten to pack her raincoat the previous night. The morning fog was beginning to fade off slowly.

A car pulled up just beside her, the car side
glasses was wound down, Elyme continued
walking, pretending to be oblivious of what was
happening.

“Elyme, hop in. its drizzling and you are
shivering” Jimi Kuti voiced out his concern
“Thanks but no thanks, I am fine” she declared without casting the quickest glance at Jimi

“C’mon, it’s too early for such girl” jimi spoke in his captivating Italian accent which was enough to sweep any lady off her feet.

Elyme hesitated but later gave in when the driver dressed in a black suit shot her a long glance.

Jimi opened the door for her and she hopped.
She was finding it hard not to stare at the
handsome young school boy who looked clean,
fresh and smelt money sitted beside her, he had his lips tightened in a straight line and his face straight, Elyme had never seen him that serious before but she cared less

Elyme had been shocked to say the least when
she found out it was him that tried chatting her
up that day, he had collected her digits from her
b—m friend, Anita who hadn’t even asked her if she could give him or not. She guessed the latter had given him because of her own selfish interest.

But what bothered Elyme was the fact that Jimi
called her the same name Piri used to call her.

She had Piri a year back, Piri had been posted to
Abuja for his NYSC and had met Elyme in the
estate in which they both lived together. They
had become close friends even though Elyme had friend zoned him, he still wanted more than just friendship. He showered her with gifts, love and care but Elyme hadn’t been moved.

Elyme had warmed up to him after few months
of their close knitted friendship. Piri had played
his cards well, he made sure he had had the
perfect way into her life before doing his worst,
it was a tragedic experience she had with Piri,
she had cursed the day she met him when he
had shattered her heart into pieces. It had taken Elyme months before she could pick up the broken remains of her heart. She just had to do so in order for her to focus on her terminal examinations. Her mind flashed back to that unforgettable day of her life.

She was jolted back from her thoughts when
Jimi tapped her and spoke “we’ve gotten to school, Elyme” he sighed, only God knew what the young gir had been thinking since he’d been calling her but had tapped her when he sensed he could use the whole day calling her on and on without getting her attention.

Puriche watched hands akimbo as Elyme and
Jimi alighted from the huge Lexus X504 black
jeep together like love peddlers and bit her lips
in anger and hatred

“trouble she wants, trouble she would get” she muttered to herself and joined the groups of students walking to the hall where the assembly was about about holding.

*****

To Be Continued…