It had been heaven since then. He called her every weekend, Friday at nine, like clockwork.  Their conversations were long, increasing as they went on, first for five minutes, then fifteen and sometimes thirty. They hardly chatted on WhatsApp, except the occasional compliment he threw her way anytime she changed her profile picture. He didn't add her on Facebook, though she knew she was within his sights. He kept her guessing and played a coy flirting game, making himself all the more interesting. Without even trying very hard, he had won her heart. In just a month, after ten random conversations with this "Chuks", she could swear that she was already in love.

Then came the waiting game. She was sure he was interested in her, but didn't know how interested he was, or if she was the only one receiving these calls. She would tell herself how Chuks would dial the next girl's number after cutting the call and then call the next one after that. She doused her tension with the imagination that he was a player, the tales about being a serious Christian were all pick up lines and that if any man was too good to be true, he was better left alone; a heartbreak waiting to happen was all that he was. Whatever was necessary to keep herself from waiting for his call with teenage butterfly glee.

Still, like a magnetic pull that combined with the hour hand of her sitting room clock, she found herself going to the bathroom at 8:30 pm, every Friday, to get ready for bed. By 8:55, her pulse would start racing and her heart would beat with fever pitch. There was the day he didn't call till 9:03 pm and those were the longest three minutes of her life, in her dramatic opinion. He called,every Friday, getting her deeper into the pool of infatuation with each call. By the second month, she stop fighting her feelings and gave herself up to the possibility of her first heart break since David.

There was one particular day that was etched in her memory, the start of their road to the altar. They had spoken for over thirty minutes and had gotten to that point in the conversation when they had nothing else to say to each other and just hung on to the phone to hear each other purr. She held on to his gentle breath over the phone and asked herself how she would get out of this if she had to. She was broken and unraveled, handing over the pieces to Chuks to hold. He was in charge of where they went from here and she hoped it was for forever.

"Oge...", she picked the stammer in his voice and her heart knotted up in anxiety, wondering if she would get her wishes granted that day," Oge, I just got to say something. I've been denying it for a while now because I didn't want to say something and get you interested and then have to break your heart". Through his rhetoric, Oge kept silent, with her emotions building up and her head calculating and computing the events in real time. " You know I care about you and I don't want to hurt you...you know right?", he danced around, over and over again and she stayed patiently mouthing mumbled replies, gently nudging him to spill the beans. "So, bottom line, I'm ready to take the risk. Oge dear, be my girlfriend. Oh...sorry...Oge, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

Those were the words she had wanted to hear for a long while now and now that they had finally been delivered, she was speechless. A million emotions ran through her head and when she tried to say something, it turned out to be gibberish. She kept the call going, to the fortieth minute now and she wondered where he got the money from. No matter, because he had handed emotional control over to her and she was in charge for as long as she liked. The only option now was to play it cool; she had rehearsed this day many times ahead.

"Chuks", she started after regaining her calm." Thanks, I'm honored at the offer". Her politeness always skyrocketed when she was in awkward situations and she asked herself if that didn't sound too formal, before reminding herself she was in control." Chuks, this is so sudden. I'd need sometime to think about it. Is that okay?", she asked with a dead coolness that hid every bit of ecstasy she felt at the moment. "No problem, Oge. Take all the time you need. I hope you'd say yes. You know we would make a lovely couple. I think I'm already too far gone. If you say no, I'd probably die. But no pressure. Good night Oge. Dream of me".

As he hung up,Oge rushed to her call log to view the call length. 51:43, it read. She stared at the phone with a blissful disbelief twinkling in her eyes wondering if that call really happened. It was well into the night,but sleep had never been further away from her eyes. It was as if her imagination was merging with reality, as the possibility of being a Mrs. Ebiye was as alluring as ever. She knew she had no choice but to say yes to Chuks, but she wanted to own the power for just a little while. She thought of him as she stared at her reflection in the wall mirror and she couldn't help but give away an evil half smile.