AN EMOTIONAL AFFAIR – VOLUME TWO
Copyright © Ufuomaee
“The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy” (John 10:10).
Bolu was in his office, thinking about Ifeoma, his Secretary. Something was the matter with her. She had been behaving very oddly since they resumed work this week. She was not her usual professional and efficient self.
She had somehow disorganised his filing cabinet, in the name of trying to organise it, so that he could hardly find anything himself anymore. He had to constantly call her into his office to find documents for him. And even still, she would take forever to retrieve a file. There was even a time she had stumbled and all the files had fallen on the floor, so she had had to bend down to pick them up.
And what was with her clothing…? Her skirts seemed to be getting shorter and shorter. He had to try extra hard not to notice her long, slim legs and gentle curves. He had also noticed that her boobs had gotten bigger. Or was it just that her clothes were tighter or smaller? Maybe she was pregnant, he thought. Oh, that should explain the clumsiness too, Bolu thought to himself.
He thought that she was also more emotional today. She had presented his tea and biscuits, as was her morning custom, and had managed to spill some of the tea on his desk. He’d responded sharply with, “Hey, be careful!” He was really getting tired of her clumsiness. But then she’d started crying and apologising. She had gone away to bring a napkin to clean up the spill.
As she cleaned up the spilt tea, she’d leaned over, so he could see her cleavage, which was fair and without blemish. Bolu stood up, and moved out of the way, so she could finish cleaning up the mess. “I’m sorry for shouting at you,” he apologised.
“I’m sorry for spilling the tea, Sir. I’m not myself today,” she replied, when she had finished cleaning it up.
“Are you okay?” Bolu asked, feeling genuinely concerned. Maybe her boyfriend didn’t want the baby.
Ifeoma started sobbing. As the gentleman that he was, Bolu decided to shut his office door to give her some privacy. He felt an urge to go up to her and hug her and tell it would be okay, but he restrained himself, and kept his distance.
“I did notice you have been quite unfocused lately. Is there someone you can talk to?” he asked, as he went back to his office chair.
Ifeoma tried to pull herself together. “No, but it’s okay. I’m sorry for being unprofessional. Let me get you another cup of tea.”
“No, please, don’t bother,” Bolu said, not wanting another awkward situation. “Thank you.”
Ifeoma left Bolu’s office and returned to her desk. Bolu watched her leave, feeling a little bad for not offering to be an ear. He didn’t want to cross any professional lines, and she clearly needed a woman to talk to.
As it was Friday, he figured he could at least give her the rest of the day off. So he went to the door, and popped his head out. “I should be okay today, if you want to go home or something.”
“Oh, that is so sweet of you, Sir. But I’m fine. Thank you. You are so kind,” Ifeoma replied sweetly.
“Alright. Just let me know if you change your mind,” Bolu said, as he returned to his office.
He got back to work, and managed what was left of the tea and the biscuits. He hoped to be done early today. He wanted to take Lola out dancing tonight. Thirty minutes into his work, there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”
It was Ifeoma again. She stood awkwardly at the entrance.
“Have you decided to go?” Bolu asked.
“No, Sir. I was wondering if I could talk to you.”
“I think we are going through something similar…and I guess you’re coping much better than I am.”
Bolu wrinkled his forehead, wondering what she was talking about. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Ifeoma came to sit on the visitor’s chair by Bolu’s desk. “I know what your wife did to you…with that Mr Akunne.” When Bolu dropped his mouth in unbelief, she added. “Don’t worry, Precious told me. Nobody else knows.”
“Ok. So, how’s your situation similar?”
“Well, my boyfriend cheated on me too. I just found out last week.”
“I’m sorry. Is that why you’ve been so disoriented?”
“Yes, I guess. I really love him… But I don’t know if I could ever trust him again. But you’re so forgiving and trusting of your wife… How were you able to get over it so fast?” Ifeoma asked, batting her eyelids at Bolu, as she fought back fake tears.
“My situation is quite different from yours. I am married. I promised to love her for better or for worse. You’re not married. I think if he’s cheating on you now, you’re better off not continuing the relationship and finding someone who will be faithful to you,” Bolu replied.
“But it’s so hard to find a good guy these days. Guys like you are one in a million. I don’t know what Mrs Adetayo was thinking… If you were mine, I would never look at another man as I long as I live!” Ifeoma looked with admiration at Bolu, and leaned in slightly, so that her cleavage was visible again through her v-neck dress.
Bolu was flattered, but felt uncomfortable about the direction of the conversation. She was getting into his personal life, and he didn’t need her to question his decision to forgive and trust his wife. “Don’t worry. You will find the right person, if you don’t settle for the wrong one.”
“Thank you. I hope so,” Ifeoma said.
Bolu looked at her uncomfortably. Wasn’t she done? What was she waiting for? “Well, I better get back to work.”
“Ooh, sorry,” Ifeoma gasped flirtatiously. She stood up, leaned in closer and gave him a brilliant smile, as she said, “Thank you so much for giving me a chance to talk. I hope it wasn’t too unprofessional of me.”
Bolu was sure now that Ifeoma was flirting with him. He watched her as she left his office, and smiled to himself. So he still had it… But he would have to be careful to keep her in her place, he thought. He wasn’t about to mess up the good thing he had with Lola.
Bolu picked Lola up at 6pm from her office to take her to dinner, and then dancing at a Karaoke Bar and Lounge in Victoria Island. They hadn’t been out dancing together since the first year of their marriage, and even then, it was only to attend Birthday parties of a few of their friends.
The Lounge wasn’t too busy when they arrived at 9pm. They found somewhere cosy to sit, and Bolu left Lola to go to the bar and order drinks for them.
Lola had told Temi that they would be going out, but Temi said she wouldn’t be able to join them because of her babies. She had told Lola to enjoy her evening for both of them.
Bolu came back with a fanta for Lola and chapman for himself. Bolu, who loved to dance, was already grooving to the music, tempting his wife to join him on the dance floor. When she was still fronting, he pulled her to her feet, and into his arms, and she chuckled.
They enjoyed their time out together, and a few of Bolu’s old friends had shown up. He proudly let them all know that he was an expectant father.
At 10:30pm, Lola was ready to go home and sleep. They excused themselves, and headed for the door.
“Mr Adetayo,” someone called, and the couple turned around. It was Ifeoma, Bolu’s Secretary. She looked quite sexy in an even shorter dress than the one she had had on for work.
Lola looked at Bolu wondering who she was. Bolu pulled his wife to him and introduced his Secretary. “Ifeoma’s my Secretary. She’s been with us for about five months now.”
“Good evening, Mrs Adetayo,” Ifeoma greeted, not so pleasantly.
Lola felt there was something conniving about her, and instantly disliked her. “Good evening.”
“Thanks for today, Sir. See you on Monday,” Ifeoma said, with a parting wave. She swayed her hips to the music as she sauntered away.
Lola looked at her husband. “What happened today?”
Bolu turned her around to the door. “Nothing. I just let her go home early. She was a bit emotional.” He kissed his wife, to calm her anxiety.
Lola wasn’t sure, but she thought she just saw Bolu smile to himself. Was there something going on between them? She didn’t want to be the jealous one, and tell him to get rid of his Secretary. She would just have to be more attentive. Maybe she’d pay him a visit at work on Monday.
It was the last Sunday of April, and to commemorate her late mother, Lola and Bolu had a tradition of attending her mother’s Baptist Church in Ikoyi. She was beloved to the Church, and was always remembered each year. Plus, they were always pleased to see Lola and her husband, even if it was only once a year.
Pastor Emmanuel Okeke was the overseer of the Church, and preached about God’s amazing love. He used the parables of the lost sheep, the lost coin and the prodigal son to teach a compelling lesson about how unrelenting God’s love is. He appealed to the lost that no matter how bad they have been, no matter what they have done that they believe is unforgivable, God is ever ready to wash them white as snow. He closed his sermon with an alter call, and three people stepped forward to give their lives to Christ.
Bolu looked around the Church and noticed they had made some changes to it since the last time he was there. Then he spotted a familiar frame. It looked like Danny Akunne. He kept turning his gaze to it. What was Danny doing in Church? Could this be Danny’s Church? How weird that they would keep bumping into themselves.
After the Service, Lola went up to greet the Pastor. She told him that she’d conceived, and he thanked God. He prayed over her womb, her life and her family. Bolu was distracted by trying to locate Danny. He felt a burden to speak with him, but he didn’t know what he would say. Maybe he would just say “I forgive you.”
He spotted Danny by an exit, and excused himself, while Lola greeted the Deacons and Deaconesses. He scurried through the crowd to get to Danny before he left.
Danny saw Bolu coming and his heart leaped in his chest. Was he going to punch him in the face? In the middle of Church? He stood his ground feeling that he could take whatever Bolu had to dish out.
As Bolu got closer, he felt the Holy Spirit’s leading on what he should say and do. He didn’t want to do it. That would be embarrassing. Tell him I love him. The Spirit was insistent.
Danny was shocked beyond measure when Bolu threw his arms around him and embraced him in a big hug! Danny was tall, and quite a big guy. But Bolu was bigger. He resisted Bolu’s embrace, but Bolu held on and said in his ears, “God loves you. He loves you so much!”
Danny eventually pushed Bolu away, unable to believe what just happened. Had he gone mad? He looked at his enemy, and felt his hatred dissipating. How could Bolu hug him after what he had done to him?
“The Pastor’s message was for you. Jesus loves you,” Bolu said, getting teary-eyed.
“Yeah, I bet He does,” Danny said sarcastically.
Danny saw Lola coming, and his heart skipped a beat. He looked Bolu up and down, and he thought he would give him a chance to prove him wrong. “Lily loves you, and I’ll be damned if I know why. But let me tell you this…I’m watching you. Just know that when you mess up, I’ll be right here waiting for her.”
Lola arrived by Bolu’s side wondering what had happened. She took Bolu’s hand and drew him away from Danny. Bolu looked back at Danny wondering what he had meant by “when you mess up?” Was that a warning or a promise? He breathed in deeply… The thought of him hurting Lola was unthinkable.
To be continued…
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