Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E60

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Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E60

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I wanted to shout at her or pinch her or slap or something. I was trying to give her eye but she was too busy putting up a show for Rotimi that she didn’t even notice. Before I knew what was happening she was walking side by side with him and they were talking about popcorn and hotdog. He was telling her how cinemas really make their money off the food they sell and she was listening like a student enthralled by a fantastic teacher. I walked behind them watching them and thinking how so different he is; how it’s ok to say pomp corn in front of him, or be a runs girl, or be raped by a policeman, or be introduced to him by an aristo. Nothing seemed to be a big deal to him. He had offered to take me out and even asked me to bring a friend. And when I slept in his house he didn’t try to sleep with me. Or was that because he thought I had aids?

Thankfully Mama really wanted to see the movie, she chose the one we saw, and she was silent through it. Sitting in darkness next to each other, he occasionally looked at me and me at him and he would smile and I would smile back. If you ask me today to tell you what happened in Iron Man 2, I can’t. I was so deep in day dreaming and other thoughts that I didn’t even realise when the movie ended.

Mama wanted to go and get Shawarma, but to be fair to her he did ask if we wanted to get something to eat. I was successful at giving her eye this time and I thanked him but said we had to get back.

He drove us home and Mama from the back seat gave him a hug and a peck before thanking him and getting out. I was just thankful that she left us alone then she returned and tapped on his window. He wound down.

“She’s my sister o,” she told him, “And she’s very dia to me. You must treat her well because she’s golden.”

“Mama, go and sleep!”

He laughed and he let her hug him again through the window. My face was in my palms as she left.

“Do all your friends think you’re golden?” he asked.

“Mama is just a fool.”

“She’s your friend.”

“Yes, but she’s just a fool.”

“Yes, but she’s your friend.”

I didn’t get the point he was making but I sensed that it was one I should be glad he was trying to make.

“Babes, I’ve had a lovely day with you,” he said.

“Me too.”

“And I’d like to do it again. Can we see tomorrow evening? Hope I’m not rushing you?”

“Tomorrow? I’m not doing anything.”

“Cool. Listen…”

Then my phone rang. I wanted him to continue with what he was about to say but he stopped and waited for me to take the call. I was sure it was Mama calling to tell me I should follow him home or something stupid like that. It was John junior. My heart leapt when I saw his name. It had to be about Johnny. Johnny had been released!

“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” I said.

“Please.”

Straight away I knew something was wrong. “What happened?” I asked John junior after the way he said hello.

“Nothing. Where are you?”

“I’m at home. Where is Johnny?”

“He wants to talk to you.”

“Is he out?”

“No. He’s going to call tonight and he has to talk to you.”

“What happened?”

“He’ll explain to you. I’ll send the driver now.”

“No. I’ll come immediately.”

I ended the call and took in a deep breathe. I was acutely aware of Rotimi looking at me.

“What’s the matter?” he asked me.

“I have to go to VI.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Where in VI? I’ll take you.”

I liked the way he never asked too many questions. I told him where and he drove me there.

All through the ride I kept trying to think what might have happened. I kept replaying the phone conversation with John junior, trying to see if it was only me and there had really been nothing in his voice to suggest something was wrong. If something was wrong, what could it be? I just didn’t know.

We drove into Johnny’s compound and John junior was waiting for me outside, and smoking.

I got out of Rotimi’s car so quick that I didn’t get a chance to tell him to wait for me.

“Who is that?” John junior asked.

“He’s my friend, my doctor.”

“Your doctor?”

Before I could explain, Rotimi was by my side extending a handshake to John junior.

“Hi, my name is Rotimi,” he said.

John junior shook his hand.

“Hi.”

Awkward silence dropped between us.

John junior looked worried. “Please excuse us,” he told Rotimi and he took my hand and led me into the house. I only had enough time to turn my head and give Rotimi a pleading look.

“Who is he?” John junior asked again once we were in John’s living room and the door was shut.

“I told you, he’s my doctor.”

“Your doctor how? Never mind. Does he know about my dad?”

“No.”

“Good. I hope you know you can’t talk to anyone about it?”

“Ok.”

“Ok, you know? Or OK you haven’t been talking about it?”

“You didn’t tell me not to talk about it.”

“So you’ve been talking about it.”

“No.”