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“Memories; the brain’s diary entries of your life. Now, imagine those pages being ripped out and tossed into the wind…you get the picture? Well, that’s the story of my life.” Adunni. O.
RECAP: *Adunni begins her new job at Madam Furah’s restaurant. She later discovers an ominous plan against the Governor and his son and tries to sabotage it. But her rescue plan doesn’t go as smoothly as she hoped.*
He thought she was only a figment of his imagination. Something he had dreamed up in desperation combined with his grief.
He looked across the table at his father’s equally shocked expression then glanced towards her but she had disappeared again in all the commotion.
He felt there was something off about her though. Why didn’t she recognise him?
“Is it old age, or did I just see a ghost walking in the flesh?” Governor Adeniji asked as they were ushered out of the restaurant by their bodyguards.
“She’s not a ghost dad.” He said before explaining how he’d run into her earlier.
“Then truly, God is a God of second chances.” His father said quietly.
I never got a chance to speak with him.
A bodyguard immediately appeared and dragged me away, while the others whisked the Governor and his son out of the restaurant.
Madam Furah was apologising profusely, all the while sending me deadly looks. I apologised too, then quietly slipped away to my room, embarrassed beyond belief.
When my boss sent for me through Emeka, I knew it was time to face the consequences.
I stood meekly as she expressed how very disappointed and angry she was at my behaviour.
“What on earth possessed you to do such a thing? Ruin all that hard work!” Madam Furah yelled.
I wondered if she meant the hard work put into preparing the meals or the plan to poison their food.
“I’m very sorry ma, it won’t happen again.” I said.
Thankfully, she let me go with a severe warning, I still had my job but there was a huge deduction from my salary that month. I thought I saw a hint of suspicion in her eyes.
Few nights later, I was returning home from church when I noticed a car trailing me on the quiet road. I tried to get to the safety of the restaurant faster but stumbled in the dark and had to slow down. The driver used this opportunity to block the path.
When the tall, unmistakably masculine figure got out of the black car and started walking quickly towards me, I let out a bloodcurdling scream.
“For Christ’s sake, be quiet.” He whispered as he clamped his hand down on my mouth and held me from behind.
I kept struggling, but his hold was impossibly strong. I stomped the heel of my shoe down on his foot causing his hold to loosen slightly but it was all I needed. I ran as fast as I could but suddenly collapsed to the ground from the impact of a hard, muscled body thrown against my back.
“You’re only making this difficult, I just want to talk to you.” He said, lifting me off the ground.
“What do you possibly want to talk about? I don’t even know who you are.” I said harshly while dusting my clothes.
The man came around to face me.
I felt like crawling back unto the floor and into the ground when I remembered how I made a fool of myself at work.
For a while, he just stared at me like he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.
“What are you saying? Why are you acting this way, Adun?” His face was that of utter confusion. “No word from you for months, everyone believed you were dead after… after what happened…I was worried sick and then I find you…here?” He gestured around for emphasis.
“How do you know my name?” I asked suspiciously. And he had called me by a nickname of all things.
“Are you messing around with me, Adun?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Do you think this is funny?”
“I’m not joking! I honestly don’t know you.” I said in frustration.
I felt that I should know him, my flashback made his features familiar but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember.
He stepped back and ran a hand over his face.
“My God, I can’t believe this. You’re serious.” He finally accepted.
I nodded helplessly.
“Will you come with me? I need to understand what’s going on.” He said, turning to his car.
I stood rooted firmly to the ground.
“Come on, Adun.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I said.
Lord knows, I’ve had enough of strangers. Despite the fact that he claimed to know me, I didn’t trust so easily anymore.
“Okay, how about I meet you at the restaurant tomorrow?”
We couldn’t meet there, my boss would kill me!
He must have read the panic in my eyes because he quickly changed tactics.
“Here, just give me a call, okay? I really need to talk to you.” He said as he handed me his card before we parted ways.
Lying in bed, I held the card in my hands, turning it over and over. Should I trust him? How on earth did I have any business with such a highly influencial man? Could he help me regain my memory?
That night, I dreamed of him. A tall man of athletic build, with chocolate brown skin and piercing light brown eyes that could make one melt.
His name flashed in my memory, clear as a bell. Folarin. Folarin Adeniji.
I knew that my mind wasn’t making things up but I still couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone.
A distance away in Lekki mansion, Folarin stared at the iphone he held in his hands.
She never called.
He had given her time and space but several days later, there was still no word from her.
Was she still angry? Tackling her to the ground hadn’t been what he planned to do after all.
He tossed the phone unto the couch in frustration and got up. His flight to Abuja was in a few days.
Once again, he had messed up where she was concerned. But he wasn’t about to let this second chance with her slip through his fingers.
I was helping out in the kitchen chatting with Emeka and Efe when Ifeanyi, a colleague, came in to place a customer’s order.
“I’ll deliver it.” I offered, taking off my apron.
“Just don’t mess it up this time.” He said, leaving the kitchen.
I hissed playfully as they laughed at me.
Ever since the incident, my coworkers had made it their job to remind me of the spectacle I’d made. They teased me relentlessly about it. Efe’s favourite line is that I must have been swept off my feet by Mr Adeniji.
“Good day Sir, here’s your…” My mouth dropped open and I froze as the customer turned to face me.
This couldn’t be happening.
Just then, my boss came sashaying towards the table.
“Welcome darling!” She greeted, leaning towards him.
Shock had me paralysed as I stared at the two exchange an intimate embrace.
Madam Furah noticed me standing by the table, the serving tray still in my hands.
“Don’t just stand there Adunni, get everything set for my husband.” She snapped.
“Yes ma.” I replied, scrambling to do as she said. I avoided his dark gaze while I went about arranging the meal on the table.
When I was through, she sent me to finish my other duties but my mind was still reeling from the discovery. Mr Basi was Madam Furah’s husband.
There was about a week left until his meeting in Abuja so Folarin took a day off work to visit his parents. He also needed a distraction from Adunni’s constant avoidance which had left him feeling confused and frustrated. He had tried severally to contact her but she was always evasive.
He switched off the engine and got out of his car.
The family house was fit for royalty. The driveway went on and on before you even got to the main house. White marble pillars adorned and held up the building giving it the look of something out of a Greek movie. Lush, neatly trimmed gardens added beauty to the surroundings.
The butler answered the door and he made his way inside.
Hopefully, his mother wouldn’t have yet another young potential bride-to-be waiting for him at home.
Mrs Atinuke Adeniji’s eyes lit up at the sight of her son and she pulled him into a warm embrace. Afterwards, the family settled down to a hearty meal. They discussed his mother’s charity organisation, Folarin’s career and his father’s ongoing campaign for a second term as the Lagos state governor.
“The competition is fierce, but our party is leading in the polls by ten percent.” His father said with a satisfied smile.
Folarin frowned in concern.
“I still think you should increase the size of your security escort, dad. I read in the newspapers that a group of supporters were killed by masked men two days ago.”
Governor Adeniji was never a man to back down. After all, his tenacity was part of the reason he was the Governor. He never gave up until he achieved his goal. And now, he had his eyes set on a second term in office.
“I heard about that too, it’s really unfortunate.” His mother sighed.
“Violence is difficult to avoid in politics but I’ve sent my condolences to the families of the victims along with some financial support.”
They went on eating in silence for a while before his mother spoke.
“Folarin dear, I meant to tell you. Mrs Duberi and her daughter are stopping by later this evening for a visit.”
He just barely refrained from cussing at the dining table and in front of his two-year old sister Dara, who picked up new words almost instantly.
“Actually, I have a very important conference call with clients from Dubai so I won’t be around.” He caught his father’s knowing look.
The Duberi family were quite close with the Adenijis. Both were into politics, Senator Duberi being a long lasting member of his father’s political party.
“Oh, well I’m sure you can meet them next time then.” His mother suggested.
Left to him, he wouldn’t be anywhere nearby. The mother, he could handle, but Cynthia Duberi was a different case. The woman was like a hawk. Ready to sink her claws into him at any opportunity she could get and was often ‘coincidentally’ showing up to half the venues he was at the same time.
She just couldn’t seem to understand that things couldn’t go back to the way they were before. Not after what she had done.
“There’s one more thing dear,” His mother paused as if looking for the best way to say the next words.” Your brother called. He said he’ll be in town in a few days.”
Folarin’s hand froze, his fork suspended mid air. His once healthy appetite had completely vanished.
This time he wasn’t able to restrain himself.
Dara promptly looked up from her meal, grinned at her brother and tried out the new word.
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