Stolen Sweetheart Chapter 2
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👫💞 Stolen Sweetheart Chapter TWO:
“Hi”, she said. “Are you lost?
“I am not, do I look lost?” I asked?
“You looked like your soul was somewhere else while your body was here. What are you thinking about?” She asked.
“Never mind. Do you want to make a call?”
“Yeah, please dial this number for me.” She said, giving me a piece of paper on which a number had been inscribed.
I dialed the number and when it started ringing, I gave the phone to her. She moved a few steps away to make the call. About twenty-five seconds later, she came back, handing the phone back to me and said she could not talk to the person she was trying to call. I checked the call and realized that she had used airtime, though the call didn’t go through.
“I am sorry, I understand you didn’t make your call successfully. However, you have to pay for the airtime used.” I told her.
“What? Why would I pay for a service I didn’t use?”
“That’s the way the thing works, please, may I have my money?”
She refused to pay, and I told her that she was going nowhere until she paid. A small quarrel erupted, and a few passersby stood around to watch. Luckily, my elder brother showed up, asked me to let her go and paid for the call. When calm had returned and I was all alone again? I started reflecting. I wondered if that was how the business would be. I wondered if I would be quarreling with customers every day. On my first day of hustling, I had quarreled with a customer. I hoped that was not a sign of things to come.
It had been a month now and I had begun to get used to city life. My dressing was much improved, and I had made a few friends in the neighbourhood. One day, I was at my telephone booth when a young man of about twenty walked up to me. He was tall, fair skinned and lanky. He also looked hungry and worried.
“Good afternoon, Bro.” He greeted.
“Good afternoon”
“Please, I need your help. I haven’t eaten all day and I am very, very hungry.” He revealed.
“That’s a bad thing to happen to someone. But how come you are in this situation, Bro?” I asked, concerned.
“I came here for a recruitment that was supposed to last for a week. It’s been a month now and it’s still going on. I have run out of money, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Have you called your parents?”
“They are poor farmers in the village. They don’t have money to send to me now. I have been starving for a few days now.”
I felt pity for him and gave him some money to go and get something to eat. The next day, he showed up again, and it became a routine. After about two weeks, he came one day and told me that the recruitment was finally over, and he had been selected as a new recruit. He said he would be leaving town and said he was very grateful to me for the help I gave to him. He said he knew no other way to reward me. However, as a young guy, he was going to give me the number of a girl. He said he and the girl were former classmates and good friends. He encouraged me to chat her up and try my luck. Haven handed the number to me, he said goodbye and left. I have never seen him again.
I put the paper containing the number in a small bag I always carried and forgot completely about it for almost a month. Then, one day, I was cleaning the bag when the paper fell on the floor. I picked it up, checked and then recalled. In order not to lose the number, I saved it in my phone. When I was done cleaning, I texted the number. By then, there was no Whatsapp. Facebook too wasn’t too widespread. I texted the number using normal SMS.
“Hi”
“Hey”
“I am sorry to text you like this. Are you Rita?” I asked.
“Yes, I am. One guy called Collins gave me your number. He said you and him were friends.”
“Yes, and what is the big deal about that? What do you want? I wonder why Collins would just give my number to anyone. I will deal with him when I see him.”
“Please, calm down. I mean no harm. I am just a new guy in the city and figured we could be friends.” I spoke.
“My friends don’t choose me, I choose them, So, what makes you think that I will want to be your friend?”
We chatted for a while, and she was sounding very negatively. However, at long last, she agreed that we should meet on the next Sunday. When Sunday came, I dressed properly like a city guy would, sprayed a nice, scented perfume and went to meet her at our meeting place. I got there an hour earlier so as to acclimatize myself to the surroundings before she showed up. We had agreed to meet at City Fast Food. It was a beautiful place for dates. When I got there, I bought a can of Van Pur Malt, sipped it slowly while I waited for her. After what seemed like eternity, my phone rang. I picked and it was her. She said she was outside City Fast Food, just across the road.
I went outside to meet her. However, I had never met her before, so I had to ask her to tell me how she was dressed.
“I can’t seem to find you. There are too many people. Please, tell me how you are dressed.” I spoke.
“I am wearing a pair of blue fitting jeans and a white top. I am wearing black sneakers.” She described.
I still couldn’t seem to recognize her among the hundreds of people who were around the place. It was Sunday evening, and everyone was out and about hoping to have a good time before work resumes on Monday.
“You know what you will do?” I asked her on the phone. “Just come to the main entrance of the place; I mean the main door. I am standing right there waiting for you.” I proposed.
I was in for the greatest surprise. I finally saw her crossing the road and coming towards me. From the way she walked, it seemed I had seen her somewhere. I seemed to recognize her, and I hoped it was not the person I was thinking. When she got the door of the place where I was standing, my suspicions were confirmed. Rita was the same girl I had quarreled with on my first day at work as a telephone booth operator.
TO BE CONTINUED
