The Odds Are Against Me - Episode 6

 

I decided to drive home, though I didn't know where I'd be heading to immediately I left the office. What I needed was to cool off my mind. I stared at my phone at the console centre of my car, where the gear shift was, and removed my head. In less than a minute, my phone started ringing. I decided to stop the car and answer the call. I wasn't in the right frame of mind in answering a call while driving . I stopped by the side of the not so busy road. Before I could pick up the phone, it had hung up. I stared at the screen, it was Funmi. Another call came in before a minute, I answered it.

"Good day, Afamefuna, how are you? I missed you", she said.

"It's not been a day we last saw. You miss me?", I asked.

"Not really. I'm off from work. Been at home. And my best friend Lola has also been occupied with works lately", she said.

"Yess! You are free", I screamed.

"I'm free?", she queried. I replied her that it was nothing, and hung up the call. In some minutes, I arrived at her house, the gateman opened the gate for me and I drove in with my car. I came down, got to her door, knocked thrice before she opened. She hugged me and I pecked her

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. I was expecting her to ask why I came so early from work or didn't go at all, but she didn't ask. She dragged me to a sofa lying in the  sitting room and I sat down while she rested on my legs and I played with her hair.

"You know I was at work and had to take a break to be here", I muttered. She raised her head and wanted to say something. I shushed her with my hand. I continued, "I'm into you and I'd love it, if we become an item. You know last time......".

"Is that what you came to tell me" she interrupted and stood up immediately, with her hands folded frontward.

"Yes, I'm a man of few words and would love if you reciprocate immediately", I said.

"Really, just like that. You haven't blown me away or knocked me off my feet and we are just friends", she said and waved her hands. I got infuriated immediately, stood up and left her house.
When I got home, I noticed she sent me a message on my whatsapp. I ignored. She must have noticed the blue tick, though I kept checking out our chats and her display picture. Few minutes after, I noticed her profile picture was blank. I guessed she blocked me. I picked up my phone and called her number. It was after a several push by my feeling. She didn't pick the first, second and before the third, my ego had given up but something told me to try for the last time. I did. She picked.

"Why did you block me on whatsapp?", I asked.

"What a question", she replied and hung the call. I hissed and went back to our chat. Her profile was back. She had unblocked me. I decided to reply.

"Dear Funmi,

On most of our conversations I told you I don't pester ladies around. I take "No" as a "No" and "Yes" as a "Yes" . I don't go around the circles BUT my feelings had been caught in the web of love. Can I say the Odds are against me? Not really, but be truthful with my feeling. Tell me what you feel. I wanted to walk away from you to cool off my mind and what you represent from my mind, hence why I did that. Forgive me, but I don't ball around. We can still be cool after all. It's been long I fell in love."

I finished typing, and wanted to send but an ego in me, said I should wipe it off. My hand started shaking and it sent by mistake when my phone wanted to fall off from my hand, and it delivered immediately.

Not so long, she read it. It took time before I saw "Funmi is typing". While waiting, I slept off. And when I woke up and looked at my wall clock, it was 8:00PM. I yawned and closed my mouth with hand. I checked my phone curiously, and her message notification got me excited.

"Dear Afamefuna,

I'm in tears as I read your message. I haven't healed from the scar Raymond left in my heart. I still think of him everyday.

Read " Outcast " by the same author ( Obinna Tony )

. He hurt me badly, but I still crave for him daily. I'm trying to get him off me. The feeling is mutual. I love you too, but I'm in the state of double feeling. I hope I can use this word, BISEXUALLY in love; that's what explains this all. But his outweighs yours. I don't want him physically, but my heart still yearns for him. Give me time to get a grip of myself while being that friend. The odds are truly against you, but the storm will be over".

After I finished reading it, tears rolled down my cheeks endlessly. I couldn't cry out, but I'd cried like a man that lost his endeared loved one. Just then, I heard knocks on the door.