Thursday, December 6, 2018

the free holiday to asia

 I will be leaving the fake
and old life and won’t have access to
that room again, I need you to help me
move it before then.” I said and prayed
she sees a meaning to the explanation.
“I’m not on duty at that part of the hotel
tomorrow.” She said.
“You can swap with whoever is on duty
there; is that not allowed here?” I asked.
“It is, I just have to find out who is on
duty.” She said.
“Thank you very much. The carton is
inside the drawer at the bathroom.” I
said.
She stared at me like she was thinking it
through once more.
“Help me burn my old and fake life away,
please.” I pleaded, putting on a
charming and innocent face.
“Of course we will burn it together.” She
said.
“And please, the content is embarrassing
to me; promise me you won’t open it
until we burn it together.” I asked.
“I won’t.” She said innocently.
I bent over and kissed her. This time
around, she responded. We kissed for
some minutes before we broke away from
each other.
“I have to go back to the fake life for
now.” I said as I saw the look of
emotions in her eyes.
“One more day!” I said, with my left hand
on my chest and my right hand raised
up like I was swearing an oath.
She smiled and responded.
“One more day.”
We exchanged numbers and I returned to
the room; only to meet the widely awake
lady in the room, staring at me and her
phone in my hand.
With phone in my hand, ATM card and
cash in my pocket I stood like a
condemned criminal, tied on a stake
awaiting a command for the soldiers in
waiting to riddle his body with bullets.
I stared at her blankly as she stared
back at her phone in my arms. What was
I going to say I was doing with her
phone? Did she notice the missing atm
card also? Was this the end of my end of
year adventure? I took a quick glance at
her handbag lying carelessly open at the
floor. It looked exactly like I left it.
Then her phone rang in my hand. I still
held on to it while it rang.
“Where did you go with my phone?!” She
queried as she sprang up to recover her
phone from me. I handed it to her and
made to explain but it was obvious she
was not interested in my explanation.
She had picked the call already and
started talking on the phone.
“Hey babe!” She continued. “Missing
mama?”
“Don’t worry dear, I will be back
tomorrow…how is aunty Dee?…”
I concluded she was speaking with her
daughter. She was so engrossed with the
call and didn’t notice when I moved and
sat at the other end of the bed close to
the bag. I replaced the atm inside the
side-zip of the bag and headed into the
bathroom.
I moved to the cabinet and brought out
the carton. I opened it and saw rolls of
tissue paper, tubes of cream, light make-
up, soaps and the other usual things
stuffs inside.
My first thought was that she had
offloaded the cash and replaced it with
the toiletries.
Then I remembered I had switched the
cartons and moved the cash carton to
the drawer of the wall mirror. I smiled at
myself, relieved that the cash was still
intact.
I brought out the cash-carton and
opened it. The wards of cash were still
intact. I added the night’s withdrawal
into the carton and closed it; this time
around, I folded the edges in my bid to
seal it. It looked good.
“Where did you go with my phone?” The
lady asked after receiving her call.
I told her my phone’s battery had died
down since I didn’t come with my
charger so I used her phone to check my
mails.
She stared at me for some seconds like
she didn’t believe me.
“Outside?” She asked.
“Yes, I needed a drink so I went to the
reception hall.”
She stared at the phone on the bed and
back to me.
“Was that your daughter?” I had decided
not to ask personal question but right
now, anything to end this heated
interrogation was a welcome
development.
“Yes!” She answered with an excited
look.
“She’s missing her mama and her aunty
Dee doesn’t let her watch the tv.” She
said with another douse of excitement
like she was really thrilled.
“Can I see her pictures?” I asked and she
waved that I come closer.
I lay beside her on the bed as she
scrolled through her media files.
Unending pictures of she and her
beautiful daughter. At first I pretended to
be interested in the pix but it later
caught my attention. They were lovely
pix, exhibition of the undying bond
between mother and daughter.
“Her name is Mimi” she informed me.
“Lovely name.” I added.
“She’s adorable, intelligent, smart and
full of life.” She continued.
“My friend seem to be interested in you.”
She announced to me, referring to her
ph-city lady.
“I have my good charms.” I teased and
she smiled.
“She love adventures too.” She said.
“Are you advertising your friend to me?” I
teased again trying not to make the
conversation serious. I came for
adventure and not to be passed on like a
tool.
“You don’t like her?” She asked.
“She’s married, I don’t do married
ladies.” I answered, hoping it will end the
discussion.
“And me?” She asked.
“What about you? You’re not married are
you?” I asked, making a surprise face.
“Babies don’t fall down from heaven, do
they?” She asked.
I looked at her face and she feigned
seriousness; then burst out in laughter. I
was still confused at what was making
her laugh.
“You need to see the look on your face,
like you just ate poo!” She said and I
smiled.
“You’re not married, are you?” I asked.
“Does that change anything?” She
responded.
I felt she wasn’t ready to answer my
question so I let it be.
We had few more rounds of sex before
retiring for the night.
____________
In the morning, I kept my fingers
crossed, hoping and praying that Eve
succeeded in swapping duties and takes
care of the carton for good. There was
over half a million naira already inside
the carton.
Then she came in. I had to hide the
excitement in my face before I betray our
little plan. She came in with her trolley
as usual and headed straight to the
bathroom. The lady and I were still on
top of the bed; she surfing her phone
while I waited.
Moments later, Eve moved out from the
bathroom with the trolley. She did some
little work in the room, dropped fresh
bedsheets and left.
My half a million naira finally moved to
safety!
Or so I thought!

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