Saturday afternoon. Sheila had been around for the past several hours. She had arrived around ten that morning and had made his room orderly again. Several times he would surprise her by grabbing her waist, tickling her, squeeze her breasts from behind. It was all fun and games for them. Sometimes after lunch Sheila was stooped at one corner of the room going through a box of books he had kept there.
"You might need to get rid of some of these books. They look like those my grandpa read in his time," she called out to him.
"Leave my books if you don't want me to descend on you," he threatened, hovering over her. He smacked her round butt where she squatted, and she squealed. Laughing, he returned to the TV and switched it on.
Sheila continued to arrange the books and her eyes fell on an envelope tucked away under one side of the box. She looked inside and saw it was a bunch of pictures. She went through them. Most were of him during his school days.
"You have some funny pictures here," she laughed.
"What pictures?"
She waved them at him. "Seems like some you took in the university."
"Oh, I thought I had misplaced them."
She continued going through the pictures. She saw some of his time in NYSC. One particular face caught her eye. She put on her glasses to have a closer look. The face was very familiar. She thought back to where she had seen her, and when she remembered, she jumped, almost toppling flat on her face.
"You okay baby?" Kunle asked, remote in hand.
She showed him the picture. "D-do you know this person?" she asked, her heart racing in her chest.
He looked at the face she was pointing at. "Yes, I do. Why do you ask?"
"That's her."
"Who?"
"The lady at the restaurant. The one that told me all that trash."
Kunle jumped to his feet. "Are you sure?"
She peered closer. "I'm hundred percent positive."
"Seriously?"
"Yes Kunle. It's her. I'll never forget that face."
Kunle began to seethe. Everything was beginning to become clearer now. Sheila saw the anger in his face, and she backed away in fright.
"Kunle, what's wrong?!! Did I do something..."
"I now understand why you acted that way that day," he replied, his hand growing into an angry fist.
"Who is she? How do you know her?"
Kunle didn't respond. He got up and grabbed his shirt.
"Sheila, get dressed. We need to go somewhere together."
"Where are we going?"
"Don't worry. You will know when we get there."
"But..."
"Just get dressed, Sheila. You'll soon understand."
Sheila heard the edge in his voice obeyed without another word.
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"Kunle biko, you are scaring me. Please talk to me," Sheila begged.
Kunle didn't respond. He was thinking really hard. He had bundled Sheila into her clothes and dragged her out quite roughly by the arm. They were now headed to God knows where. The look of rage in his eyes scared her.
"Kunle what's wrong? Why are you so angry? Tell me what's going on," she pleaded.
Kunle stared at her without a word. He wanted to tell her. She wouldn't understand. How dare she? Who the hell did she think she was? Did she think she owned him?
She had sent him a message on Friday stating she had returned from her trip the morning before. She told him to come see her that Saturday. His plan was to visit her once Sheila had left and end it all with her. He thought it was going to be hard, but this recent discovery was going to make it much easier for him. He had allowed her to treat him as her puppet for too long. He had given her his heart and she had smashed it to the ground and dashed it to a million pieces. Well not anymore. He wasn't going to allow her to treat him like a mindless puppet anymore. He reached out and caressed Sheila's scared face.
"Sheila, baby, please, you will certainly know soon. It's just a matter of time now."
"But why the sudden anger?"
"Be patient baby," he leaned over and gave her a small kiss on her lips, "you'll soon know why."
He pulled out his phone to send her a text.
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