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YINKA was still confused, well more like lost.
ANITA! The same Anita he took to his mother just last weekend! And they all knew how long that took.
His pain and confusion had gradually led to anger. In that anger, he let out a couple of unrighteous adjectives to describe her and the whole mess. Arghhh!!!
The noise in the airport seemed to mellow down a bit. Even the brat beside him had gotten off the phone, and had settled to just staring at him in some queer silence.
He felt exposed.
All these emotions… he didn’t need.
He looked at the phone again, gathering his resolve.
“You should call”
His head snapped to the direction of the voice. If looks could kill, the brat would definitely be singing ‘kumbaya’ in the afterlife.
She out her hands up like in surrender. “I’m sorry. That was very… I dunno. I’m sorry. But you know you just have to call. Let her know you know.”
Yinka looked at her squarely and with a loud and angry sigh, got up and walked towards the direction of the café. Stupid brat! Now she’s supposed to be feeling sorry for me?
Without a backwards glance, he made it to the café in quick strides and settled at a corner. He had barely adjusted in his seat when the brat dived in beside him… blocking his means of exit.
“What the hell is the meaning of this?”
“I’m just trying to help. Just calm down and…”
‘Help? HELP??? Who the hell do you think you are? Get lost before I lose it on you!”
He had uncontrollably, screamed that last part out. You have to trust Nigerians: they all turned to look at them quietly for a few seconds and then…
Haba! Leave him alone now, abi issit by force?
Leave him ke? Hold him o! He don give you belle abi?
All these men of nowadays. Don’t let him travel o. Once he goes, it’s bye-bye to baby daddy
Won’t you people mind your business? Westin be ya own for the matter
Ehn… Na who you dey follow talk?
Sharrap dial, foolish man. See the way you’re cracking your bone, animal!
Ehnnnnnn, meeeee????…… Kpasssssssss.
What? You slapped me!
Yinka had by this time, buried his head in his hands. Add embarrassed to the cocktail of emotions.
He looked up and saw the brat, laughing at the exchange of insults and slaps.
“Oh dear Lord.”
Bolanle watched the drama from behind the counter, half amused… happy for anything to amuse her and calm her dread, and half irritated.
Wetin dey worry this geh sef? Now she dey chase the men full time, no shame. What a weist!
She hissed. Out loud
“EXCUSE ME, BUT ARE YOU HISSING AT ME?”
An angry looking woman was staring at her. She had gotten momentarily distracted by the drama and didn’t realize the woman talking to her.
“No ma. Not you, sorry.”
“So who else? Is there anybody else here? You people are sooo rude in this place. Can you imagine this rubbish? How can a….
Bolanle blanked out. Which kyn wahala be dis today? Shet, dis alhaji is coming back!
Truly, a well fed trouble-smelling Alhaji was making his way towards the woman.
She looked at him. He looked at her. Their eyes met.
He was coming for blood!
She looked at the time. Choi…this flight go make too much sense finally finally.
After some minutes of laughing and generally ‘orchestrating’ the barrage of insults around the café, Cassandra looked sideways at the guy. The poor dude had his face buried in his hands, probably hoping she would just fall down and die.
Ok, time to bust this joint.
She grabbed his arms and pulled him up, making a beeline for the door. Surprisingly, he offered little resistance as he trudged along…clearly willing to get the café behind him.
A minute ago, Yinka had his face in his hands, silently hoping the brat would just fall down and die!
That didn’t happen. Instead, he found himself following her out of the noisy café and into a bookstore not far off. He was just tired.
He slapped her hands off his.
“What IS your problem?”
She turned to face him. She wasn’t laughing anymore.
“I’m sorry I… Okay for starters, I AM abit drunk right now so forgive me for going slightly overboard with the whole thing.”
He raised an eyebrow, “thing…slightly?”
“But seriously, aren’t you going to call her back before they call your flight?”
“But seriously, I’ve been wondering how it’s your business?”
She smiled. A sad smile.
“I’ve been there. Hurts like crap. More than crap.”
“Oh reeeeeally. I thought…. Hey, why are you…?”
Cassandra had broken down into tears.
Oh boy. Now I can’t wait to hear this story!