MY BESTIE & I.
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©️✍️Sha Ron ✍️✔️
I have up to a week to wait for my flight and that’s enough time to do what I have decided.
I have over six million naira resting in my UBA account and many more in my other accounts, I have to do something responsible with it.
Two days later, it was hard to ask my parents to go out so I decided to use my nanny. I went to her in the garden and told her to help me go out.
“Aunty grace, good afternoon” I greeted her in the kindest manner ever, maybe my manner of approach will melt her heart.
“Ah! Yvonne, how are you doing?” She replied cheerfully. I shined my teeth at her as I forced a smile to my face.
“Am fine, you?”
“Am okay”
“Aunty eeeh, I want to go out and I don’t want my parents to know because they won’t allow me and if they know am out, they’ll be angry with me” I said with a holy face.
“That’s absurd and I don’t know if I will help you, your parents are not going to take it lightly with me if I let you leave”
“It’s not like I want to put you in trouble oh, I just…you know, I just…” My voice trailed off, I didn’t know a better way to explain it to her.
“Okay, I’ll help you out with a better idea so they wouldn’t know you even left at all” she said.
“Okay, tell me”
“Come let’s go to your room” I followed her and she suggested I use one of my trouser’s to pack up some clothes.
When I finished, she used it to design a human form and she told me to throw the sheets over it so it would look as if am the one that’s sleeping.
When I was done, she told me to close the door properly and I did that. Then, I noticed that if they look inside, they’ll think am actually the one inside and am sleeping of course!
“Perfect! Thank you Auntie! I don’t know what I would have done without you!” I exclaimed happily appreciating her looking out for me as always.
“Don’t mention, just come back early and call me before you do so I would make sure they are not around to avoid exposing us” she laughed.
I thanked her and went out. I went to my friend’s house and asked her for a favour. Her name is Rebecca, she’s an ibo girl and a very good friend.
“I want to rent a new house and help them out” I told her after explaining all the events that had been taking place between my family and Henry’s.
“Wow! It’s really been an excruciating one for you, girlfriend, if I where in your shoes, I might not have survived!” Rebecca said.
But I didn’t need her sympathy, I needed her help and I hoped she wouldn’t dissappoint me as I have confided in her.
“I want to rent a new house and pay off Henry’s hospital bills without any of our families knowing about it, please help me, babe” I said again.
“That would be good, but how do you plan to do it?” She asked the question I have been expecting.
“That’s why am here, please help me, I want you to stand in as the one paying it, Henry’s parents knows you as our friend, they might not ask too many questions” I said.
“How in God’s name would that be possible?! I’m not that close to them and they know I don’t have money to eat talk more of footing people’s bills” she looked at me intently.
“See, Bobby is your crush, he has money and I know you don’t like him but, we…you could use him, I’m the one paying the bills so it won’t look as if it’s his money” I said.
“You are something else! How news flies, I don’t remember telling you about him” she said surprised that I know about him.
“Please, babe, you are the only one I can trust with this, come on” I pushed on ignoring her look.
“Fine, let’s try and if the guy refuses, am afraid you will check someone else”
“Are you even praying that he would refuse? Nawa for you bae!”
“Okay, let’s go to his house, he will be over the moon if he sees me and I pray he doesn’t start crushing on you as well” she joked.
“Abeg! Let’s go jhoor. Some men aren’t always like that”
I was speaking from my experience with Henry whom loves just one person at a time but I was wrong about the guy sef.
He drools over me and that was a good start, in two days, he got a beautiful house which I paid for and he took Henry’s bill to the hospital.
He said it’s part of his charity works to the hospital and there wasn’t much about it, my neighbors were happy as he went on and told them that he has a house that he wants to give out.
He told me everything in details and I felt happy and achieved. When I was sure I don’t need him anymore, I blocked him and that’s all!
The following week, I was flown out of the country where I got enrolled into a new and expensive university.
It’s fine to be rich, but not wise to spend extravagantly on things that doesn’t make sense.
My education might have made a lot sense to me and my family, but I still felt bad because it’s really discouraging to leave one’s country to another in pursuit of something that’s in your own country.
My parents wouldn’t see from my point of view, they thought I was making up excuses just to come back to Nigeria and be with Henry.
Honestly, that was a slight part of it, but mostly that comes from the experience I got as a Nigerian in a foreign land and some of the difficulties I had adjusting to other people’s lifestyle.
I would’ve loved to tell you everything in details, but I have got to focus on telling you about me and my bestie than me and Paris. ?
After eight years…
My father’s burial brought me back to my homeland, I was sad to loose my father at twenty eight years.
He was an icon. A great philanthropist and though I was sad of the misunderstanding between him and Henry’s father eight years ago, I noticed that such is life.
I missed my old self so much because I have changed purposely to get Henry off my mind.
I really missed him and everyday I prayed for him, I didn’t know I would ever come back to Nigeria because I was afraid he must’ve gotten married.
But there’s no way I would miss my own father’s burial, he has been the best daddy ever and I’m gonna miss him too.
My mother was in a bad shape because of it, so I had to be strong to keep her moving on and living for me.??
Anyways, don’t worry about the past eight years though it has been hell without Henry in it but I, as I told you before, I grew stronger overnight.
At my father’s burial ceremony, he came. At first, I didn’t recognize him, but he called my name and all my strongly built walls collapsed again.
I was sad that I came back to Nigeria because of bad news but I can’t tell you how glad I am to meet him again, who would have thought it possible.
It has been hard to smile the past few years but when he teased me about how dirty my clothes are, I found myself laughing in his arms again.
“What the heck is going on here, Yvonne?!” My mother’s voice broke into our conversation…….
I have even forgotten that we aren’t supposed to be friends anymore! And to think that I was found laughing during my father’s burial ? trouble!
Why does my heart still beat for him after many years?