Last updated on October 22nd, 2025 at 01:09 pm
“I didn’t tell Joe about the leave.”
“It’s better. You know your bobo already. He can start coming here now now.”
“Right?” I ask, stretching on my bed. My leave started today and I’m basking in the sweet feeling of being able to spend extra time in bed on a weekday.
“We all know him.”
“It’s weird to keep it from him though. But it’s for a good cause.”
“Calabar wayyy. Angie, lover girl.”
“Honestly, I’m trying to learn from him. If he hadn’t done it, I might not have considered it even if I missed him terribly.”
“I understand.”
“It’s been a month since we last saw. How did you and Adam cope?”
“We didn’t cope, that’s why he’s now in Abuja.” She says and we both laugh.
“But, do you see yourself moving for him?”
“I’ve never considered it. It’s almost as if our relationship doesn’t unfold that way.”
“What if you moved in with him?”
“Even that hasn’t been discussed yet. That’s a different set of problems. He can be a good lover but not a good housemate, you know?”
“But you’ve seen him in his house and slept over several times. What do you think?”
“I don’t analyse anything. I go there and receive princess treatment as he does whenever he’s here, prince treatment if there is anything like that. I don’t scrutinise his actions because I’m not considering moving in with him… yet.”
“And he hasn’t asked you to?”
“Oh, he asks like every day. Baby, I want to wake up to you every day.” She mimics his deep voice and we both laugh.
“What do you say?”
“Guy, morning breath is not part of love.”
“No way.” I fall into laughter.
“Then he grabs me if I’m with him and forces me to smell his breath.”
“Hilarious. Adam, my guy.”
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“Baby, I’m sort of in Calabar.”
“Sweetcakes, I don’t understand.”
“Ahem, I am in Calabar,” I tell him the name of the hotel. “I lodged here about twenty minutes ago.”
“What?!”
“I came to see one Mr Joe. I don’t know if you know him: tall, brown, handsome, imposing stature-”
“Angela, you’re in Calabar here?”
“Yes!” I hear him shuffling as if preparing to leave his apartment.
“I’m coming, baby.”
“Yaaay.” I say. I look through the room once again, partly because I don’t know what to do while I wait for Joe and because well, security.
After a while, my phone rings.
“What’s your room number?”
“Umm, 203.”
Okay, I don’t know what I thought but Joe is going to be in the same room as me any moment from now. The last time we saw, it was torture to not act on the way I felt. I refrained from visiting him in his room the entire stay because I didn’t trust myself and the temptation was too real. We haven’t spoken about it but I believe that we both struggled. On more than one occasion, I caught him adjusting himself. It was fun to act oblivious while I continued to tease him. I giggle at the memory at the same time that the phone in the room rings.
“Hello, ma’am. One Mr Joe is here to see you. Is that correct?”
“Yes yes, please. Send him up.”
I soon hear a knock on the door. My heart starts pounding.
“Sweetcakes.”
