"Ogechi. Ogechi, don't think of it oh. Are you alright?". Stephanie sat on the thick comfy mattress of her friend's king sized bed, crossing her legs. She stared at Ogechi sitting on the bedroom floor knees touching and feet apart, with her face in her palms. She was used to seeing her friend disturbed, but never like this before. This was serious, though she was being light hearted about it.

The room was large and glowing from the uplift painting done before they moved in. There was the master's bed Oge and Chuks shared, with a large orthopedic mattress for his back ache. Then there was the wooden wardrobe  Oge was resting on adjacent to the bed and beside the entrance door. The giant mirror rested on the wall opposite the wardrobe and next to the window. Dirty clothes were overflowing  a blue laundry basket at the corner of the room, proof of Oge's distraction. On a normal day, she couldn't bear the stench of overnight sweat.

As she sat on the floor, she recalled the bliss she felt when she fell for Chuks, a year ago. They met at a friend's one year anniversary, each of them invited by the couple separately. It was a small gathering, a low key celebration, just for the fun of it and the guest list was no more than five. She noticed him on the sofa, seated quietly. It could have been the bright white collared shirt he wore, or the creamy trousers that went so perfectly with them. Or maybe it was the suit that seemed  like overkill, or the combination of the three. He didn't need to speak to get her interested, though as a lady, she tried to hide her interest as much as possible. She didn't know he noticed her until later that evening.

She was drop dead gorgeous, though she didn't really believe it, her confidence had always been average. She had a trim figure, with a light chocolate coloured skin that glowed from the skin product pampering that had gone on for years. Her head was oval, with her forehead protruding slightly, shadowing two squinted Asian looking eyes. That day, she wore a firm green gown that ended just above her knees and knitted black easy wear shoes to go with them. Her make up was light but ravishing, enough to get a 9:00 pm phone call from a smitten gentleman.

"Hello. This is Oge right?", he asked with a baritone voice far beyond his age. She paused and delayed her reply, wondering if she was dreaming. She composed herself before replying, not wanting to let out her elation. "Yes. This is Oge. Please, who is this?", she replied, feigning ignorance. He then introduced himself and told her how he got the number. He had stayed back after the party and pressured his friend's wife for her number, "the girl in green" as he put it specifically. He apologized on her behalf for the breach of privacy, insisting she had no choice, as he would not take no for an answer. It was the stuff of dreams and she couldn't imagine that she could get his attention, let alone his interest. But he was the same guy she met at the party, now on the other end of the call.
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To be continued next week.