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He sat on the carpet and she, on top of him, her legs wrapped around his midriff. It was a quiet evening, the open window let light and breeze into the little room. They spoke almost in a whisper even though they were alone. Occasionally Anu would burst out laughing.
‘I can’t believe you would really do that to him’ Tayo said ‘you’re now a bad girl o’
She giggles ‘I’m not a bad girl, he just needed to have a piece of my mind’
‘and you gave it to him, right there and then. Not bothering that he was a cultist?’
‘So what? He can’t do anything to me’
‘Don’t worry, if he tries anything just come and call me’ they laugh
‘you? Ok. I’d go about finding trouble then. You just wait’ she pokes his chest ‘I’ve not still met any guy that can take care of me the way I want’
‘really? have you checked all the guys?’ she realizes that his hands have found a way under her blouse.
They are both silent for a while; he, looking for a way to get her closer and she staring into his eyes. She remembers she has always seen a glitter in them and some desire in the way he stared at her when they crossed each other on campus and now she could see it in the dim light.
They kiss. His fingers find their way higher into her blouse. She tries to stop the travelling hand but her desire to belong to him won’t let her. She pulls his closer wishing they could collapse into one body. He manages to unhook her bra when they hear a clanging and the gate swinging open and close.
They spring apart as footsteps gather at the front door. She throws herself onto a chair far away from him and he hustles up to the couch behind him. They are both silent as Mayowa opens the door.
‘Surprise!’ Anu blurts out as soon as Mayowa steps in.
‘Why did you put off the light?’ Mayowa raises a hand and flicks the light switch.
‘Oh, we didn’t even know there was light’
‘What’s the surprise?’ She asks before looking around to see Tayo there, grinning.
She screams, jumps on him  before he can get up
‘Oh my… when did you get back? Why didn’t you call me?’
‘I wanted to surprise you’ He says, his smile getting even wider.
She kisses him. Anu looks away, pretending to reply a chat on her phone while watching them from the corner of her eyes. She wondered if Tayo kissed his girlfriend the same way he kissed her. She was glad to see his hands didn’t go under her clothes. The kiss begins to irritate her, she clears her throat and the lovebirds spring apart, sniggering and staring at each other.
‘Wait for me’ she says ‘let me go and change and be right back with you’ she begins to leave
‘Rommie, I hope you gave him something’ Mayowa asks
‘she did’ He says, staring at Anu ‘she did’ he says again referring to the sweaty malt can that sat on the floor.

Kay Ugwuzor


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