Another Weird, Horny And Sad Valentine's Day 2

This is the second part of my short story series. To read the first one, check out the previous post.

Deji had been kind enough to stop by Desire’s apartment so that she could change out of her work clothes. I tried to give her a million reasons why I shouldn’t come with her and Deji, but it went in one ear and out the other. Instead, she kept insulting Jamal, calling him words like “Useless, the devil’s advocate, mami water prostitute….” Those things may be true but Jamal was still the love of my life. I stepped out of Desire’s restroom and a scream escaped her mouth. I glanced at her, puzzled. She smiled widely”. Ah-ha!”. Her cat-eyes went up and down at me. That was Desire’s dramatic way of telling me that I looked good. It was a short leather leather-playsuit. Desire and ashewo-prostitute clothes go hand in hand. “I’m surprised it can even fit you”. She stood in front of me”. You know God blessed me with big breasts and yansh”.Shade detected.

I stared at the mirror, admiring the chic clothing on me. God, she was right. I did look gorgeous. Did I want anyone enjoying that? This body was Jamal’s for God’s sake. He knew every bit of my body, where all my birthmarks were, and possessed the knowledge of how to make my body respond to his. How could we be so close and suddenly become strangers? He didn’t try to make it work. Anger suddenly came upon me. Desire was right. He was a stupid useless Yoruba demon. He did not deserve me. Desire informed me that we would leave in three minutes. She needed to warm something for her younger sister in the kitchen. I sat on the bed and my mind traveled far to one of the best times of my life. Once I noticed his gaze on me, I averted mine. Why couldn’t he stop looking at me? It made me both uncomfortable and flustered. He let out a short breath and said”. Why is it that you hardly look at me when we talk?”

That was March last year. Desire was having a house party and he had shown up. That happened to be one of the greatest days of my life. It was the day we had ended our “friendship” phase.

I shook my head, trying to erase him from my mind. I had to put in the effort to forget him. Thinking about his husky tone and smile would not cut it. Today was Valentine’s day, for God’s sake. As much as I wanted to have good vibes about this day, I knew something bad was going to happen to me. This day would probably be like others. It already started badly. The plumbing in my apartment didn’t work. NEPA decided to do tinko-tinko with the light and my charger spoilt, and so did the fan in my room. On my way to work, my heels broke and my car had a flat tire. Bad luck. I must have angered the gods of Valentine.

I remember Valentine’s day back in university. I was locked out of the room and my roommate had taken the key. I attempted to enter the room, using the window and I was caught. That night, I filled out an offense form, and the next day, I faced SDC. Fortunately, I got off with community service for three days but I would never forget that day, most especially the long hours of cleaning the enormous chapel. Worse, my roommate and her boyfriend broke up, so I had to deal with her whining and crying all night. I briefly prayed, asking God that I am lucky tonight and just have fun. When we arrived at the “get-together”, I say that in quotes because this was soon turning into a party. There were about 30-plus people present. The great news was that it was a large space so it wasn’t that bad. I could avoid people if I wanted. 

Desire quickly went to socialize. If I was as outspoken as my friend, maybe I would have. But I knew my place. Every introvert stays by the bar, looking at their phones, pretending to be busy, or in my case, I was reading an e-book. So much for me trying to move on. Although some men had been ogling at me- some were the cute kind of ogling, some just weird. One had even bought me a drink. Maybe this Valentine’s Day might be better than the previous years. I began to look around for the tall muscular gentleman that got me a drink and that’s when I saw a familiar face. We locked eyes. Just like in those cheesy movies, no one moved or said anything yet. “Liayah?”

“So, it’s over. Just like that?” he asked me and I exhaled,” What do you want me to do, Jamal? What?”. “I want you to have faith in me,” He was very vocal about it. I wished that he put in more effort. I shook my head,” No, because every time I want to trust you, you prove to me that you don’t want this and I can’t force you”. “Did I say that I didn’t want it?”. “You’re dealing with a chronic over-thinker here; you don’t have to say that you don’t want to be with me before I know that you don’t want to be with me. Your lack of commitment, your awful communication skills, and the fact that you do not take me seriously.” “You don’t want me”. It hurt to say.” So, it’s over.” 

I finished narrating my story and found the courage to look him in the eyes. Samuel was smiling from ear to ear. What was so funny? Earlier, he had asked me”. Why are you here alone?” and then I went into storytelling mode and explained my relationship predicament. Samuel let out a mocking laugh and I smacked him on the arm”. Excuse me; you’re not supposed to laugh. It’s painful.” I wouldn’t deny I was glad that he was here too. Hanging out with Samuel was fun. He had completely different life views than I had and he was extremely hilarious. I liked his opinionated, gorgeous self. It turned out both of us had a similar hatred for Valentine’s Day. In my case, I was unlucky. In his case, he didn’t like the vibe the day got. It was too overrated. He said “.Why do you pick one day to shower your lover with roses, gifts, flowers, shouldn’t it be done regularly? It’s a scam.”

“You guys and relationships though,” He said with a smile”. Did you think you guys were going to get married?” “Yes,” I answered in an obvious tone”. I had even made plans for this Valentine’s day”. “What plans?”. He asked and I shrugged”. You know…. Love, Love, Love”. He wasn’t following. “Bought a sexy lingerie”. I then revealed. “It’s just sitting down in my closet, doing nothing”. I pouted. “You need to move on”. He was probably the tenth person to tell me that”. The man has probably moved on. Don’t wait on anyone, worse a Yoruba man. I’m saying that because I am one too”. He exhaled,” I didn’t even know you were single. That night, I just thought you needed to be adventurous”. He spoke about the company party incident. I let out a chuckle and avoided eye contact. Why would he bring it up?

‘’Of course, I was. I wouldn’t kiss you if I was in a relationship. That would be cheating.” “Lagos girls cheat”. He said and I laughed”. That’s not true. Guys from Lagos cheat.” “Not as much as Lagos girls. Lagos fine successful girls as yourself.” I blushed when he complimented me. “If we, Lagos men cheat, it’s because of payback for everything you men have done to us.” “Oh wow,” I whispered”. Have you ever cheated on anyone before?” He said as an answer.” I wouldn’t cheat on you.” I smiled,” Smooth”. While laughing, I caught a glimpse of someone. That tall build, the dark skin, those lean but strong arms. Jamal. “Hold on,” I froze and Samuel’s brows knotted”. What?” I said in a hushed tone,” Oh my God, he’s coming here.” “Who is?” confusion spread across his face. He looked around, puzzled”. Who?” “Do I look good?” I quickly asked him. His eyes then gazed at me,” I mean, yes, but who is coming here?” I didn’t have time to reply because the devil was already present. Besides Jamal was a woman I knew well, Hafsat. I remember her clearly. It was like everything that I saw or encountered today reminded me of my bad streak of Valentine’s days. Hafsat was my bunkmate in NYSC camp. Three years ago while I was in Abuja camp, I skipped out of marching and eventually got caught.

Stop right there!” I halted in my steps and turned around to see the owner of the gruff voice. The soldier had a scowl on his face”. Eh he…” That day, I knelt outside for over three hours. Afterward, I didn’t get food to eat and to top it all off, someone stole my charger. I must have wronged the gods of Valentine one time in my life. “How are you?” she smiled and proceeded to hug me. “Good. How is everything?” I smiled back at her and tried hard to keep my gaze from Jamal. She shrugged,” My dear, I’m just surviving.” God, she looked so perfect. Her thick body structure went perfectly well with the sequined short dress, showing off her thick thighs. “Same.” I hated that I was awkward in conversations. “Here alone?” she asked me and I nodded.” Yes, but not exactly. I’m here with my friend and my boss. Long story. How has work been?” I believed that she was answering my question, but I got distracted, sighting Jamal. He kept on looking at me as though I did something wrong. Did he think I was here with Samuel? Was he jealous?

“And what are you doing here?” It blurted out of my mouth. She let out a chuckle before saying”. Dinner”. She flashed a quick smile at Jamal. My heart broke into a million pieces, staring at them go all lovey-dovey. “Well, take care”. I said dismissively. She gave a parting smile”. You too.” “Jamal”. I called him off before he could leave with her. He looked at me and I gave a small smile”. Can we talk?” He whispered something in Hafsat’s ear and she gave a departing smile. Samuel turned away as though he wasn’t paying attention but I knew he was. “How are you?”’ I managed to say to Jamal without my voice trembling”. It’s been long.” He simply nodded, without answering anything I said. Embarrassed, I chuckled humorlessly.” No hello?” He simply shrugged,” What’s the point?” I should have stopped, but instead I continued to try”. I was thinking about you. I wanted us to talk, you know, to catch up.” I was willing to forgive him for not reaching out. I just wanted to be friends again. I just wanted to be close to him. “You promised we would be friends even after the breakup,” I added a small smile.

He replied wearily.” It’s been a long day, Daliayah. I have to go. Take care of yourself”. He didn’t even call me Dalia like he used to. Tears blurred my vision as he walked away. I couldn’t even call him back. Shame and sadness clouded me. I turned back to Samuel. He didn’t say a word, just handed me his handkerchief to clear my tears. In gratitude, I smiled at him. “Do you want to go back to my place?” he asked out of the blues”. I have a list of movies to watch tonight and no annoying person to watch it with. Are you in?” I recognized his efforts to make me feel better. I didn’t want to stay here anymore and be reminded of how Jamal made me feel. I sniffled and nodded”. Provided we watch fifty shades. It’s a Valentine day’s classic for me.”

♥Back in Samuel’s sleek and beautiful apartment, we had finally settled with watching Titanic first. I didn’t cry, frankly, I wasn’t paying attention to the movie. I kept wondering what Jamal was doing.

And with Hafsat. I could bet my entire life savings that they were doing the deed. I scrolled on my contacts and finally reached Jamal. He needed to hear me out. I was about to type before I noticed that he was typing. Maybe he was trying to apologize. My hopes for an apology shattered when I say the words “Hafsat and I are together. I just wanted you to know so that you wouldn’t keep your hopes up”. “How can a good ship fall apart like this abeg?” Samuel was still focused on the movie”. How life works.” Jamal had moved on so quickly. How would I start over with someone Then I have to go through the first date, the first kiss, meeting my parents, the first sex. I didn’t want to share my body with someone else. How long would it take for me to be comfortable with him?

In fact, where was the assurance I would get this kind of love again? Tears blurred my vision and eventually began to fall. Samuel heard my sniffle and shifted his attention to me. “Liayah?” He called out. I moved my face to the other side. I didn’t need him to see me crying for the second time tonight. His hand grazed my thighs and then adjusted himself on the couch. Seeing my tear-stained face, he let out a breath”. Liayah, what’s wrong?” “Things could not work out,” I answered tearfully.” That’s what is wrong.” “How am I going to find this again?” I wasn’t afraid of being vulnerable and letting everyone know that Jamal was one of the best things that happened to me. “I’m going to be alone forever.” “You won’t be.” Samuel told me softly and I snapped at him.” You don’t know that. I’m going to be 40 years old and have dogs and cats as partners”.

He sighed and held my hand”. Liayah, you’re one of the most beautiful, caring, amazing women I have ever met.” I watched him, hoping for him to give out a nuance of expression that he was joking. “Any sane guy would not miss this opportunity to be with you”. He said,” I mean, look at you. Your father is from Africa, you carry such a sexy name. You’re light-skinned, you don’t carry breasts and yansh like that, but overall, you’re still sexy. Plus you’re a good girl, meaning you’re probably good in bed.” I narrowed my brows at his last statement.” How does that work?” “Good girls are usually freaked in bed.” He answered with a shrug. He managed to make me laugh, despite feeling sad. “Don’t cry because of a stupid Yoruba demon. Honestly, he’s going to get what he deserves.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in Karma.” I recalled and he smiled,” Right now, I do. So, stop crying.”

He pulled me closer to him and offered nothing, but comforting back rubs. He had stopped playing titanic and put on a raunchy comedy to lighten up the mood. ‘Mike and Dave need wedding dates. I completely forgot the reason why I was sad as soon as I saw Zac Efron and Adam Devine’s characters act irresponsibly in the movie. Samuel looked back at me”. Feel better?” “Something like that,” I answered”. By far the best valentine’s evening that I have ever had. Still didn’t get my Valentine’s day kiss and sex, but it’s okay.” It’s overrated”. He rolled his eyes”. Half of the world is having sex right now, all positions.” “Wouldn’t it be nice to join them?” I asked him and He rolled his eyes”. It’s overrated.” “Because you’ve got one. That’s on my bucket list”. I said to him”. Maybe next year would be better for us”.

“I’m hopeless but I’m hoping for a miracle for you”. He raised his champagne flute to me”. Toast”.

I smiled at him and accepted his toast. After binge-watching, till past 12 am, I decided to go home. It was a good thing my house was just one-keke away. Five minutes and I would be home. I needed to sleep this horrible day off. “Thank you for a nice evening”. I stood by the door and he exhaled”. You’re welcome. Don’t cry yourself to sleep.” He pulled me in for a hug. The sexual magic of this day began to unfold itself. Weirdly, I did not want to let go of him. He released a little and gazed at me. It’s like he had me hypnotized. I couldn’t move nor do anything, but I know what I wanted. My horny side was finally exhibiting. 

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