Donigspain - S01 E44

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Donigspain - S01 E44

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 44

I won’t say I was fully interested

in getting Nasa to be part of my

intimate system. My initial intent

was to give her foundational

advise which would serve as a

guide to her future relations with

guys; a reason why it took me

over a week before I finally put a

call across to her. I had just

finished speaking with Ifeoma

over the phone during one of

our ‘night-call’ meetings on a

thursday night. Ifeoma is not

much of the ‘MTN Xtracool’

personality. She only tolerates my

night disturbance because it

came from me and as a result

our talk usually don’t last more

than ten minutes. She preferred

she called during the daytime

than staying awake all through

the night chatting over

insignificant issues. On that

fateful night, after the first three

minutes of inquiring about each

other and the activities we,

individually, had carried out the

previous day it then seemed that

both of us had ran out of worthy

topics to discuss and that was

when Ifeoma, in her usual

manner, suggested we adjourn

the discussion with these words

”Daddy, biko I wan sleep now. I

will call you in the afternoon so

we can talk better. Ooo biko…”

I reluctantly agreed and so we

ended the call with some ‘lovey-

dovey’ talks.

.

I tried getting myself back to

sleep but my effort yielded

futility. I picked up my phone and

scrolled through my contacts to

see if I could find someone to

have a long chat with. It was in

the process of doing this that I

came across a contact which

instantly caught my interest. It

was ‘Nasa Joseph’. I dialled the

number and waited for it to

connect. Unfortunately, it rang

but with a message ‘call waiting’

displayed on my phone screen

which suggested the person I

was calling was on a call. I cut-off

the call as is customary for me to

angrily disconnect a call without

allowing it to ring to an end

whenever I find myself in such

situation. I dropped my phone

beside my pillow and then lay

down once more. Over one hour

had passed and I was yet to get

myself to sleep. Just as I drifted

into a trance I heard my phone

rang and this made me to curse

within. With a burning heart, I

sluggishly picked up my phone

from where I had dropped it and

without looking at the screen I

pressed the green button.

.

”Hello, who am I speaking with

please?” I asked as soon as the

phone got to my ear.

”Ah ah, please this number called

me a while ago and I don’t know

the owner,” a female voice

responded.

”It must be a wrong number

because I did not call anybo…

Wait, is this Chinasa?” I enquired

when I recollected my senses.

”Yes, it’s Chinasa. So may I know

you?” she asked with

considerable curiousity.

”Ok, it’s me Spain. I called before

but it seemed you were making

call. Longest time. Anyway, I just

wanted to know how you have

been coping since that day,” I

finally opened up.

”Heeeeeyi, Spain Spain… Longest

time o… I really missed you. So

you later got my number? I even

think say you no go call me after

the way you and your friends

treated me that day,” Nasa

whined.

.

*what does she mean by ‘the

way you and your friends treated

me’? Or did she also count it an

offense for me to had refused

giving her my number?*

.

”Arrh, how you go talk like this

na? Shebi I explain to you that

day,” I tried to pacify her.

.

We really did talked at length but

I was careful not to spend much

time deliberating on the events

of the past. We talked more

about her family, examination

and future ambitions. I avoided

discussions that would catalyze

certain emotions. After about

fifteen minutes I told her that I

would like to go back to sleep.

She thanked me once again for

being a good friend to her and

then reiterated her earlier

promise of paying me a visit

sometime in the nearest future. I

ended the call with a ‘sweet

dreams’ wish from me to her.

I felt a sense of achievement

overwhelmed me as soon as I

dropped the call. I knew that I

was already occupying a good

spot in her heart as can be

deduced from the tone of her

voice during the conversation. It

was only a matter of time before

things take new twist. This has

been my fears and I knew it’s

bound to happen.

.

Friday and saturday went by

uneventfuly. I was on my reading

table on a sunday morning,

preparing notes as against the

academic weekdays ahead when

my phone rang. I checked it and

saw it was my dad calling. After

we exchanged pleasantries and

he had inquired of my well-being

and academics, he now opened

up to the crux of the call. He told

me to return home the next day

because he needed me to sign

some vital documents. As the

only son I was gradually been

indoctrinated in my dad’s

business ventures while I already

was a signatory to most of his

landed assets; a precautionary

measure against the unwanted

inevitable. I was happy not just

because I would be seeing my

family but also because I would

be spending some quality time

with my girl, Ifeoma.