The Vow.

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The Vow.
(Part 2)
We returned to Nigeria after the two weeks of total bliss. Everyone told me I was glowing, said marriage was good to me. It was indeed good to me. I had married my best friend, a skilled lover,and partner in crime. No, don't quirk your eyebrows -we weren't criminals. Hahaha. We were naughty sometimes,had the tendency to do some small bad things.. with and to each other. Fun lived with us and we so loved it.
 I recall my divine meeting with Okey exactly a year and two months ago in an eatery in the Ikeja axis of Lagos. There he was,standing right beside me on the queue. When our eyes locked I felt a tremor run down my spine and I quickly looked away. It wasn't exactly an unfamiliar feeling. I instinctively knew his type -young,handsome, classy and dangerous to the heart. At 29 I had had my fair share of men. Dated 3 and nearly married one. Story for another day.
 I found myself gazing at him that I did not hear the cashier holla,"Aunty,next!"
Embarrassment brought heat to my cheeks as I hurriedly reeled what I wanted.
"Please indulge me the pleasure.." I heard from behind. It was Mr handsome already dipping his hand into his pocket. I watched wordlessly as he paid for my food. My tongue glued to the roof of my mouth.
 He smiled and turned to place his own order. I watched on as the cashier giggled at something he must have said. Get a grip on your self woman, I chided myself and slowly turned on my heels.
 I was about getting in the car when I heard that deep voice again.
"Not so fast,lady. I didn't get a thank you."
"Cause I didn't give one!" I found my voice. At last. Thankfully.
He threw his head back and gave a hearty laugh. I found myself joining him.
"Thank you so much." I said with meaning,once we quietened. "Please forgive my manners. I just got..carried away."
"Same here. You are sooo beautiful."
I looked up and saw sincerity in those clear eyes. My heart missed a beat. I was falling for this one.
"My name is Okechukwu Mordi." he streched out his hand for a shake.
"I'm Gloria." I said,placing the small of my hands in his.
"Nice meeting you Gloria. I trust we shall see again?"
"Er..yes.".
"Have a glorious day Gloria." he said and walked away. I stared at his retreating back, somewhat angry now. Why would he walk away just like that?Didn't he feel what I was feeling? Didn't he know how he affected me so?
And then I directed the anger to me. What was wrong with me even? 29 and still behaving like a love struck adolescent?Why did I even care that he didn't further his advances? I got home that day with his thoughts on my mind. They just wouldn't go. They assailed me all through the night.
 I came to the conclusion he was married. With that thought of finality I shifted my thoughts to my job. I was a make up artist who enjoyed her job thoroughly and in no time I forgot about the encounter with him.
Or so I thought. I woke up thinking about him sometime during the week. Determinedly I shoved him off my mind. I was one strong woman deep inside. I mustered that deep seated strength and trudged on.
 Nothing prepared me for my second encounter with the assailant of my thoughts! I met Okey again. This time I was in control of my mushy feelings. He was picking some groceries off the shelf in a supermarket..
To be continued.
Written by Osarhieme Owen eze.

*yawn* sleep ooooo..Will surely continue tomorrow,okay?