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Blaze Series

Episode 5

'Don't you dare talk to someone else when I'm talking to you...don't you just dare...I'm in charge here Toun and you are subject to whatever I say...I have been waiting here for the past three hours Toun, where were you?...how could you keep me waiting?!...did you even tell me you were going somewhere?...answer me Toun, did you?....Toun, can you hear me?
  I inhaled deeply. It was a dream. Thank Jesus it was a dream.
  'Can you hear me? Toun...'came the feminine voice. I opened my eyes hazily. A thousand monsters were preparing pounded yam in my head, my feet felt like logs of wood, my lips were dry so was my throat, I was thirsty; all at the same time. It took me a while to figure out where I was, my own bedroom. It looker quite different or maybe its the aftereffect of the slap I received from Fola...
  It was Tiara who got me inside the house. I cast a glance at my wall clock, it was 2:30am. I was amazed.
'Tiara, what happened?', I managed to ask trying to sit up. 'What are you doing in my house this late?' I continued.
  'Hian!' She exclaimed; whatever she was going to say afterwards wouldn't sound good. I know her too well. 'I should be the one asking you what happened. I've been calling you all evening to inform you of the meeting tomorrow but you didn't answer my calls. Only for me to come here and find you sleeping outside like a dog. You don vex me sef, I dey go my house'.
  'At 3am? Tiara, chill. Just chill abeg. Na fola. The guy come estate come slap me'.
  Tiara was too surprised to utter a statement. How did Tiara know Fola? Well, you remember the party I organised for my team mates and colleagues at the office which Fola attended? Yeah, that's it. Connect the dots.
  'But how? Why?'
'Well, I had a date with Segun earlier and it was when hI got home that I saw him. He said he had been waiting for almost three hours. He actually called me like a million times but I just ignores. I didn't know he was here. One thing led to another and her slapped me. I had to call the security to get him out of the estate'.
  'See me see Jesus I! This guy is really sick. Why would he slap you? He should at least ask for an explanation or something not slap you. Such manners!'
  'Do I blame him? Is it not the stupid dummies called security men at the estate gate that let him in in the first place? Why would they even let him enter? Did they call to ask if I was at home? How did her even know my house?' I was raising my voice
  'You know you are stupid ba?'
  'How now? What did I do?'
  'The idiot slapped you, you did not do anything o. He left you on the patio like a dead being and you are here screaming your head off! Can't you see you are stupid?' Tiara said, rolling her eyes
 I rolled my eyes back, I could not even argue. She cleared the stool beside me after I had taken water for my dry throat.
  'Where's my phone?' I said after about five minutes of silence.
  'Which phone sorry? The new one Fola gave you or the one he smashed on the patio? Which one biko?'
  'You are just so ridiculous. Just answer, you won't die.' I had had just enough
  'Well, its not coming on. The screen is broken, like in several places. Better start thinking of how to get a new phone'.
  'Can I just poison this guy already?'
  'Like you'll even sneeze when he shows up now'
  'Oh please Tiara. Be of little help. Stop your antagonism abeg.'
 I hissed and rolled over. The headache just disappeared like smoke in the wind.
  'I'll have to call in sick. How will you get to work sef?'.
  'Your clothes don finish? Abeg shift make I sleep. Your psychotic boyfriend slapped you and you want to call on sick. If he now beats you nko? You will call in dead?'.
  'Tiara please, I'm trying to sleep'.
 'You need it. You really need it'.

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8:10am
 I didn't call in sick. I went to work. Tiara had to drive, I just couldn't. The swelling and bulge on my face had gone down, all thanks to Tiara's prompt arrival and medical skill. Just a little disfigure here and there but not to worry, make up took care of it already. I was feeling a bit happy which Tiara found unusual and totalled uncalled for. I just couldn't afford to be moody and have all my colleagues swarm around me with the 'what happened' melody. I just had to be happy, for myself.
 12:40pm
  'Aren't you going for lunch?' Tiara tapped me, I jerked.
'Are you not going for lunch?' She repeated slowly ignoring my reaction.
'No, I'm not hungry' I replied, pressing my neck.
 'Okay o! Don't eat. Sit down and be thinking. Don't eat!'
 'Tiara, please just let me be be', my headache was coming back. 'Please help me get pain relieving tablets on your way back. Please'
She just looked at me like I was some weird creature to be carefully examined, shook her head and went away.
 About 10 minutes later, my intercom rang.
 'Hi Miss Miller, theres a visitor here for you' Hauwa's tiny voice came through.
'Oh, what's the name please?'
  'He said Segun Babalola. Nothing more'
Segun! He came!
  'Okay, om coming. Im on my way' I hung up before Hauwa could say anything further. I walked as fast as my legs could carry me to the reception. I saw Segun afar off and he looked pretty worried.
  'Toun, what happened? I've been calling your phone all day' he said from afar.
  'Shhh...' I gestured for him to be quiet. I ran over, held him by the wrist and dragged him outside.

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