Another Weird, Horny And Sad Valentine's Day (1)

This short story is about a young woman who suffers a breakup and talks about her dilemma with the love day "Valentine's day" This is the first part out of three parts.

"Stay still," He whispered huskily. I sucked in a breath as soon as he gripped my small behind. So firm, so intense. He grabbed it like it was his. I found the courage to look into his dark, heavy-lidded eyes. It was so obvious that he was turned on. He was staring at me like I was pure gold. 

He pulled me closer to him, and I encircled my arms around his neck. His face inched closer to mine. My heart began to beat hard against my ribcage as I anticipated the arousing contact. "Daliayah." I snapped out of my reverie after hearing my name. Numerous eyes were glowering at me. "Is there something you would like to share with us?" my boss, Mrs. Adebisi, asked snarkily, and the staff awaited my answer. I gave a toothless smile and replied:". Nothing, ma'am."

She placed a hand on her wide hips and exhaled. This was the first time I was caught not paying attention, and it had to be in a general meeting filled with 50 of our staff. Worse, all these interns would start thinking I'm not focused enough. "I know, it's time for you to be with your bobo," Mrs. Adebisi joked and received a couple of chuckles from the rest of the staff." I'll be done soon." She assured me with a smile before turning back to the multiple files in her hands. Me? With the bobo? Excuse me; I'm single to a stupor. Not even a DM can save my love life, and I am the cause of my problems. My case was very different, and it caused me to be alone on this very important love-known day, Valentine's Day.

Yes, the Valentine's Day. It is not a day to show love to your friends. In Nigeria, it's a day for you and le boo. In fact, it's known universally. The day is about romantic love, Nothing more. The question "what did he get for you? What did you get for him?" is asked if you have a partner or a situationship partner. And if everyone knows you, you're done for. Those who study your relationship and talk about it every chance they get to wait for the next day and ask excessively," What did he get you? What did you guys do? Can you just mind your business? "Okay then, it's past 6 pm," Mrs. Adebisi briefly glanced at the wall clock. I guess she was rounding up," You all can go and please return on Monday very sober and please, watch your drinking" She sent me a quick glint. In response, I looked to my left and right, hoping there was someone else she was referring to.

Excuse me, but I'm not the drunkard in this office. I only had one bad incident. It didn't make me a known toper. The incident was at the New Year party a month ago, and my overly emotional self had just gotten out of a relationship. Sue me. Like everyone else hasn't drunkenly yelled "Men are scum" in the company parking lot before. "Noted," I gave a small smile to her. After all, she's my boss, and I must suck up to her. "Dismissed," She announced, and people began to disperse out of the conference room. I could hear "Oh, Thank you, Jesus" and "Finally." My God, people were just eager to have a good valentine's day. I frowned, thinking, "Hoes, everywhere." "Oh my God," someone said in a singsong tone. And here is the master hoe.

My vivacious close friend and co-worker, Desire, looked at me with a knowingly smile. I narrowed my brows in suspicion." What's the problem?" "Nothing," Desire answered, but I knew her. That smirk didn't just come from Nothing. "Oya, what is it?" I asked her and crossed my arms. "Who are you going to see today?" she asked with a smirk. What part of "I'm single" did the employees of Dreco Media not get? If you're good-looking, everyone just assumes that you have someone, and that's my case. Everyone in Dreco Media assumed that my good looks had gotten me a man. Well, guess what, people? I don't have a man. I had one last year, and now, I'm chronically single. Here is the magic about relationships. One day, you're thinking about your entire life with them; the next day, you're crying after being served a hot breakfast. "How?" confusion spread across my face when I answered Desire. "Like, who are you going to see?". She whispered. Then I realized what her question indirectly meant. "Who are you going to sleep with on this day of love?". Typical Desire. "No one." "No one?" she repeated with her face scrunched up in confusion." Really?" "Why would you think I was going to see someone?". Desire replied in an obvious tone," Because it's Valentine's day."

A serious expression spread across my face. Look at her mouth like 'it's valentine's day. I hated this day more than any other day, including Independence Day, which I had to work throughout. This was the one day that luck was not on my side. I watched as Desire's mouth moved, raving about Valentine's Day. Pretty Igbo girl had never had a bad experience. Right from the moment she knew about the love day; it has always been good. Unlike me, it has been a four-letter word. S-H-I-T. "What were you thinking about during the meeting?" Desire didn't drop the topic, and I wondered why. I froze. Could I tell her that I was thinking about my ex-boyfriend? On top of this day being one of the worst days of my life, it was also a day I was extremely aroused, horny, and uncontrollably angry. I have no idea why.

Last year, I was completely alone and craving a man's touch. My horny state had caused me to be bitter toward everyone else. I have a feeling that tonight will not be different. "What will you do tonight?" Desire asked me. "Go home, watch TV." "You did that last year," She recalled, and I nodded, saying." New year, same me." She put a hand on her slim waist," Your mates are receiving flowers, chocolates... rolling in bed, and you're getting series? Wetin be series?"' "Series is what I want," I answered with a shrug." Please, are you not my mate? What will you be doing?" She opened her mouth to talk but was distracted when Mr. Deji walked into our midst. Mr. spontaneous-sexy-classy-Deji is one of the hottest newscasters in Dreco Media. "Desire, I'm ready when you are."

A wide smile spread across her red-painted lips, and she replied." Give me ten minutes, Deji." "Deji?" I muttered. Such effrontery this babe had, what happened to "Mr. Deji?" "Sure," He answered with a smile and looked at me," Daliayah, how are you?" "I'm good, sir," I answered with a smile. "What's the plan?" He further asked," Going out with the man?" The corners of my lips fell, and I resisted the urge to lash out at him". I'm going home". "Oh." Mr. Deji said. Desire mockingly mimicked me". Going home". 'Please, excuse me." Deji said with a smile." I need to take this." He held up his ringing phone.

How can someone this courteous go out with this hormonal crazy friend of mine? "Eh-he," I said immediately after he left,." Going out with Mr. Deji?" "Whaaaatttttt?" she stretched out the word and pouted," It's not serious." "Your boss. You're going out with your boss?" I reminded her of our company contract." You cannot date fellow staff." "I know." She pursed her lips and then clarified. "We're not dating. We are going out. There's this event in club 55, and it's going to be nice. A couple of my friends are going too". "And what happened to your super-duper boyfriend?" I reminded her of the loving Hausa man that she had been crazy about for years. Haruna was all Desire used to talk about. Everything "Haruna did this, Haruna did that." See the magic of relationships. Now, he's gone. She took a glance at her manicured nails and replied sassily," Super-duper boyfriend refused to call me or answer my calls, so I left him." "As in, broke up with him?"

"No." She answered." He should choose what to do with the silence he will be getting from now on. Fish go, fish come." She was so sure that she would get with someone soon, and I didn't blame her. It was Desire. She did not waste time moving on after a bad relationship. Unlike me, it's been two months, and all I have been doing is having flashbacks of the moron. I had not made plans to try to move on. In fact, I have been avoiding situations that could make me move on. That included not attending parties, not answering DMs, and acting really clueless about the boys who liked me. I was hopeless. "Have fun, sha," I told her and then clarified," but not too much fun." "Is there anything like that?" she grabbed her bag and smirked. Deji emerged and clapped his hands twice. "Ready?" Desire did her little weird happy shaku-shaku dance," Party mode activated." Deji locked eyes with me and offered politely," Daliayah, you can come with us, though, or do you have plans with the boyfriend?" I released a chuckle and clarified,". I'm single." His eyes went wide". Oh, I thought you were with Samuel". Hearing Samuel, Desire tittered loudly,". She and Samuel?" Samuel was a freelance investigative reporter that worked in Dreco. This media guru was not only talented but drop-dead gorgeous. His light-skinned, tall and luscious self was highly desired. "What does that mean?" I asked Desire. Could I not get a man like that? "You two would never go for each other now." Desire explained." You don't like popular boys, and he doesn't do good serious girls now. You're into low-key people, and he is into outgoing girls." 

Little did Miss-analyzer know that Samuel and I had history. A very short drunken history in the company parking lot. I would rather not defend myself; if not, Desire would not shut up about it. A smirk pulled up on my lips," Okay then." "I'll stay." I told Deji," Thank you for the offer." He nodded slowly and was about to turn away before Desire stopped him," She'll come with us." I immediately zoned out after that. The thought of talking to other people terrified me. Who would love an awkward dramatic crybaby like me? "You and who?" I spoke up to the devil named Desire. "Guy, it's been so long since you went out, "She exhaled and flipped her bone-straight weave to her back, "Aunty, it's an opportunity to meet new people. You're 24 now. Do you want to be alone by 25?" Uh, I'll be alone if I feel like, bitch. Woah. See what this day does to me. I'm just so expressive. Soon, I'll start shedding tears or worse, reminiscing over sex as I did earlier. "Which new person? It is Valentine's day. I'm the only person alone."

Her eyes went up and down at me" D, out of the ten billion people in the world, it is only you that is alone? Why are you so dramatic?". "Yes." I didn't see what she was talking about. I was so sure that I was the only person alone on this day. Everyone had someone to call or to go out with. My company for the night was my ice cream, fox cookies, and a bottle of white wine. She released a long breath and said to me," There are plenty of people like you. Worse people. Daliayah, you cannot keep fussing over him. Let him go." Him meant Jamal Williams, the love of my life, frankly the only one that I have ever loved. Thank God she didn't say his name. Whenever I heard his name, my heart skipped a beat, and I would suddenly lose balance on my feet. "Jamal is gone." Oh, too late. I held the chair beside me for support. "I don't want to talk about it," I cooed. She held my face and said assertively." Daliayah, you don't need him, and you don't need him to make you feel like this. You have been through enough. "That's his business if he doesn't want to call. You don't need an unstable cheating dog anyway. All these stupid rich Yoruba demons… Abegi." She let out a long hiss.

I wished I could be like that, neglecting him, forgetting about his existence. But, you know what they say about the first love. You can never forget them. "You're cute," She began to extol me." Excuse me, not cute. You are beautiful. See your fresh fair skin and your amazing cute shape." She gestured to my body." Complete package. You're now half-caste on top. Mtchew." She hissed". He doesn't know that he missed a free visa to Africa. Ode boy." If there is anything that Desire knows how to do, it's to insult any man that broke her friend's heart. She doesn't joke with her girlfriends. "He's a mumu if he thinks you won't find a replacement. Tonight, we are getting you a rebound. I am going to make sure that you have a wonderful valentine's day. Whether you sleep with someone or not." She ended with a wink". This is Lagos, baby." Maybe that's what I needed. To get laid. You know what they say". To get over someone, you have to get under another person".

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