Enroute… Part 2

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Meanwhile inside the café, BOLANLE was being handed a ticket by her boss. Her hands shook as she took the ticket from him, along with the package she was supposed to deliver. He apologized for the short notice but it was urgent and she was the only one who was available to go. She’d go and come back later in the evening. Extra money for lunch transport and tospie for her pocket. No biggie. She stared at him wide eyed! Afraid to say no or do any other thing but nod her head. She really did not have a choice in the matter. She had started shaking before he got back to his office. Fact was, Bolanle was terrified of flying. She could totally handle seeing the big white planes across the windows of the terminal, but to actually be in one! ONE. She had never been able to comprehend how the heavy piece of metal was able to lift off and fly. It just never made sense to her TWO. She had heard of several instances of planes crashing and the likes. THREE. She had witnessed a near runway accident. FOUR. She had sworn, in ignorance but she cared not, that she’d never fly. FIVE. She was going to fly that day. She felt faint and excused herself to use the restroom. ========================================================================= YINKA sat very still, totally dumbfounded… totally embarrassed… totally totaled!  He cut the phone and just stared. The lounge got a bit busier as calls for two flights were made and passengers scrambled to get in line, happy to be relieved of their long wait. In the midst of the scramble, CASSANDRA couldn’t stop gloating at the dude. This showboat of a few seconds ago looks truly miserable, ha! He meekly looked up at her …the delightful grin on her face added to his grief. If he could, he’d slap the lipstick off her lips. Twice!!! And then stuff the phone down her throat for good measure. Okay Yinka, calm down. Ignore the lipstick. He looked at his phone again… back to the issue at hand. WHAT IN THE WORLD??? Beside him, the lady was answering a call… “…babe, you won’t believe the ringback tune I just heard! Freaking awesome! Hahahaha…” =============================================================================== ALHAJI was relieved when he finally got into the lounge. The flight delay had been his saving grace as he could not even imagine the consequences of missing the flight! His stomach rumbled! That’s true, I have to do something about this hunger. He stood up and made his way to the café. ================================================================================== Bolanle washed her face and calmed down enough to come out and continue working, at least till the time of the flight. She came out and saw a short dark skinned pot bellied man dressed in a kaftan and cap walking towards her. She forced a smile. See as this wan dey sweat anyha. “Welcome sir. Please can I take your order?” He dropped a small bag he carried on the counter and then asked. “What do you have?” The smile on her face faded and she looked at him for a full three seconds before pointing at the display above her where all they had and the prices were clearly listed. E com blind ontop the sweat, nawa! He looked up and after a few seconds of looking, began to mumble to himself at how expensive everything was. She pretended like she didn’t hear. “Sir?” “Yes, what is it?” What is it? “Your order sir.” “I’m still making up my mind. Why are these prices so high, ehn? See how much you’re charging for a plate of rice! Ehn! This is day light robbery, there’s no way I’m paying this much!” Ehn, ehn, ehn! So why you still dey stand dia nah? Commot dey go biko, I no get ya time plus I no dey mood join. “So you’re not buying anything sir?” “No I’m not. Not at these prices” “Ok sir, thank you. NESKT!” Alhaji just stared at her without moving. The man behind him reached out and started placing his order. “Hello, please I want chicken and…” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN? Can’t you see I’m still here!  You want to jump the line?” “But I thought you said you weren’t….” “Come on keep quiet there. You young boys of nowadays are so disrespectful. You don’t…. “ He just went on and on. Bolanle stared at the scene with her mouth open, half in amusement, and half in irritation. This bros dey worry sha! “Erm, sir please…” “AND YOU TOO! You lack courtesy. Is this how you treat all your customers? No respect!” Ehn? Bola na u this guy dey follow talk anyha like this too sha! Sherrit, see my life in public o! She took a deep breath. Oya calm down. “Okay sir, sorry for any inconvenience.” Inconvenience? “What would you like to order?” Alhaji was about to launch into another round of verbal abuse when his stomach rumbled. Loudly. “Yeey. Ah, ehn okay. Please a plate of rice and chicken with a cold bottle of malt. Please add plantain too.” Shakara don finish. Mcheeeew! She served his food, collected the money and was happy to see him go. At last! NESKT!