Broken pieces - Episode 1

 

Michael was singing along while taking a quick shower. From the bathroom, he glanced at the Digital clock on the table which showed 9.59pm. He dabbed his body with towel, then quickly put on his pajamas and mounted the bed after he had tuned his digital kchibo radio Receiver to Konjo fm.
It is two months long he’d engaged Yvonne, he feels every bit of love showering on their relationship that was about a year long. That night, he came home late with his high school friend JohnPaul who also share a three bed room apartment with him at Jordan estate . Johnpaul had called him earlier after the work closing for them to have some bottles of beer, this they usual do to while away time while the traffic of the evening peak hour lessen before they can find their way to Jordan’s cul de sac. They were at the pub, sipping from their green bottles until the night caught them unaware. Micheal lightly felt the intoxication of the lager beer; he never wanted his friend to taunt him of his light brain that couldn’t hold three bottles of five percent alcoholic volume of his lager beer brand. At last he have found good reason to get going home haven remembered that it is Thursday. Johnpaul could not resist less, he knew that his friend would not be anywhere by that time on week days, except with his radio, he wouldn’t opt tuning from his car set, he’d enjoyed listening to his fiancée from his bed; he had once confessed to Yvonne that listening to her lovers crib radio show at that time of the night reminds him of his early years when his mother used to tell him bedtime stories. 
‘It is most similar, that I hardly stay awake till the end of your programme, just as I’d slept off while my mother was still telling her stories’ he confessed amusedly. 

Michael Bolton's song (lean on me) singing moderately till fade, then Yvonne’s voice began echoing from radio set

‘Hello people, how was the day...A very good evening to you my good listeners out there... Welcoming you to today’s programme on your radio, lovers crib

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. I hope you are still awake, yes you... I mean you that are hearing my voice right now. This is your lovely radio queen, your radio Love physician, the princess of the wave empire.. They call me Miss konjo, Yes this is Yvy on the M.I.C, welcoming you to today lover's crib. Still on this station, 103.5 konjo FM, never you touch that dial. Hope you're there Micheal, or should I pour you cold water’
 
Mike smiles and turned to other side of the bed, he was so happy that she often mentions his name since he gave her an engagement ring. His smile increased when Johnpaul begged to help Yvonne with the pouring of cold water. Johnpaul had tuned his own radio set, he begged Yvonne, knowing she can’t hear him, but he spoke to Michael’s hearing.  
‘I know johnpaul must have gone far. Help me and whip him three strokes’ she continued.
‘He no fit, except you want him dead before dawn’ Johnpaul threatens  from his room.

Michael couldn’t help but laughed, he had called his buddy ‘Killiwi Nwachukwu’ from his bed, so loud that he could hear him too. Both were happy that Yvonne was mentioning their names on air, with Kaima, Johnaul’s fiancée; aside these two lovers, the world at which the radio wave covers never know who is Michael and JohnPaul that she’ mentioned.

‘Yes, the phone line is open, call me and tell me how your day went. Yes someone is on the line, hello’. Yvonne voice continues to thrills through the radio’.
A voice phoned in, ‘Hello my beautiful queen’
‘Yes hello, your name and location’
‘The princess of the will empire’
‘Boo boo boo, you know how belated I can be when you call me that. Your name please’
‘Yvy this is Peter, from G.R.A here.
‘I know, I know this must be you my boo,
Michael reached for the radio power button, and put the radio off but he could still hear Yvonne voice croaking from Johnpaul’s room.  He switched the light off and buried himself in the bracket.

Early morning next day, Johnpaul was first to wake up. He dragged himself to the basin in the shower room and brushed his teeth. He looked at the mirror after brushing and ran his finger smoothly through his mustache. 
At Michael’s rooms, Johnpaul met him covered in bracket
‘Dude what are you still doing on that bed at this time’ he said as he yanked the bracket off Mike. 
Mike stretches his legs and hands bones, and then peered closer to the clock on the table.
‘Is it day break?’ he asked. 
‘No, it's night fall. I know you had stayed till 3a.m with her’ Johnpaul said sarcastically, .
‘I did not, I even slept early’ mike replied.
‘I heard you, when she'd suggested that you should whip me. She wants you dead, isn’t it?’
‘I also heard your ranting, so I hailed you, Kiliwii Nwachukwu’.
Both laughed
‘Dude, it has passed seven now, won't you go to office today? You see what listening to Lovers crib can do?’
‘I don't even follow that show, there was this idiotic guy that came talking trash’ mike grumbly replied.
‘Which guy be that’
‘That first caller, mike harshly replied as he stood and headed his way to the toilet.
‘See Mike, the earlier you understand that that is her job, the better for you. C'mon, you know guys, they will be like. Mehn this Chick with this golden voice on radio, they have not seen her, yet they will be acting that kind of drama. She gets to do so, that’s her job ethics, making people to love the station
‘Boo boo boo’ mike mimicked.
Johnpaul teased and smiled at Mike, he never expected him to be jealous and furious about the way Yvonne is smiling with men that call on radio. Mike had frankly told his friend that it turns him off each time he tunes in for the programme and hear this unknown Peter talking . He had expected her to learn a better way to handle that program after he’d engaged her.  
His phone ranged, he beam a smile, and reach for the phone while Johnpaul stood staring at him.
‘Hi, sweetheart’ Mike responded to Yvonne on phone.
‘One day, Jealousy will kill you’ Johnpaul sighed and walked to his room.
On phone conversation, Mike was telling her how splendid his night was, a lie he needn’t tell. Yvonne heard Johnpaul’s voice on phone, so she sends regard to him.
‘You need to hear him ranting last night when you said I should whip him, he said he will kill me and fly to slovokia.
‘Why that country?’ she asked.
‘I guess he don't want to leave a trace’ Mike replied.
Mike was smiling all through the conversation, he have forgotten all the worries and discomfort of the previous night, now tuned to the joy that comes in the morning. The one obvious thing is that their love like wine is cork; it will blossom to a perfect union sooner.
She had asked Mike if Johnpaul with Kaiama would be coming for the class tomorrow, they have loved to be doing things together, and there was never a dull moment.