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Blaze Series

Episode 6

'What happened? I told you to call me when you get home. Your number wasn't going through. You got me really wo...'
 Hardly had I dragged him out than Segun had started to talk. He really looked worried when I saw him, now he's sounding disturbed too.
 'Sheessh! Can you keep your voice down please?' I cut in, raising my hands in protest.
 'Okay, fine. What happened to you?', he said quietly and slowly.
 'It was...I...errrm...I had an accident' I managed to finally say after about a minute silence.
'What? Accident? How? What happened? Are you okay?', he asked examining my hands and facre. The bulge on my forehead had reappeared when I checked it in the elevator mirror, I casually covered it with my hair. I didn't want him to see it, couldn't let him find out. He was about flipping my hair to the back when I yanked his hands off.
 'Stop it Segun. I'm okay. It was not really an accident'
 'So what was it? What happened?', he inquired further.
'I..errrm...Segun..', I was stammering
 'Toun...', he said slowly, giving me the inquisitive look 'What's going on? Talk to me. What happened to you?', he asked but I couldn't say anything. I just couldn't talk. I opened my mouth to explain myself but the words refused to just come out. The scene from last night played in my head. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Before I knew it, I was crying, again.
Seeing this, he hugged me really tight. At that moment I just wanted to be wrapped in his warm embrace forever, nothing more; nothing else mattered right now. We got into his car and I just had to start talking; how I met Cola, what really happened last night blah blah blah
  'Did he ask you out?', Segun asked after a moment of brief silence.
'Yes', I replied
 'Are you going out with him?'lol
'No, I told him I was seeing someone and I couldn't give him a chance'
'Did you ever sleep with him?', he asked now facing me.
'What?! Segun, weren't you listening? Were you not listening to my story all this while?' I blurted out. How will he ask if I slept with someone I am not even going out with? I was really angry. How could he ask such questions? Didn't I just spend  ten minutes of my life, which I'm never getting back, explaining to him what really went down? I just summarized two years in ten minutes and in all honestly, its not an easy task. Yet, he is still asking me questions as if I just spoke to him in Hindu. This guy is ridiculously unbelievable.
 'Toun, did you sleep with him?', he asked again. That was it! I couldn't take it anymore. He was adding salt to my injury. I got out of the car angrily and wanted to walk really really fast but my heels won't let me. I couldn't remove them either, work wasn't over. I found myself in my office about a minute later. My makeup was smudged, the cry baby and all.
 'Better take things at your own pace. Here's your panadol'. It was Tiara; lunch was over for her. I looked at her and muttered a 'thank you'
 I needed a new phone and most likely, a new Sim card. I didn't want either Fola or Segun to call me. Segun? Yes, Segun. Jumia came to my rescue. I ordered a phone immediately on my laptop. I could have as well fixed my Xperia screen but, the amount and stress is a story for another day. I just pray this Jumia guys bring my phone on time. I didn't want to start hearing stories. Work was soon over and Tiara drove me home because we both went to work in her car. After ensuring that I was fine and the alarm systems were in place, she left. I was hungry, really hungry. Like, the kind of hunger you feel after a hangover. Then I remembered I did not eat in the office at all, I didn't even use the panadol. How would I? When I did not even eat anything. I just prepared noodles, the typical lazy mans food. I did not even garnish it, hunger wouldn't let me. I downed two full cups of orange juice after the sumptuous meal. I then remembered I had jollof rice in the freezer. Too late, noodles to the rescue! I took two panadol tablets and before I knew it, I was asleep on my couch.

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 The doorbell woke me up. The sun was up and her rays came in between the curtains and fell on my eyes. I immediately shut them. I had left my television on from the previous night. The air cooling system was in, I just wonder how I was not cold all through the night. I had slept in my work clothes. I got up lazily and answered the door, it was the delivery guy. Yes, express delivery. I had ordered another Xperia. I just loved the phone. I plugged the phone to charge, went upstairs to freshen up and get more sleep.
 The time was 8am and it was a Saturday.

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