It was Friday, and I must tell you, I was one person who was a huge advocate of the ” Thank God its Friday” slogan. No one could be happier than I when Fridays arrived. To me, it meant freedom from my hellish job, an opportunity to spend time with my friends and a time to be lazy. Funny, huh? Believe me, from Monday to Thursday I never got a chance to just laze around,I always had to be responsible while working to please unpleasant customers at work. So, Friday was here again and Femi was to pick me up from work, my car was at the mechanic, besides we were all hanging out at his place that day. I hummed to myself as I cleared up my desk and got ready to leave for the day.
“You seem unusually happy today, Jake” Jennifer, my office mate said.
I smiled at her, “Why not? it’s Friday, remember?
“Oh…you’ve got plans?” she asked
No, not really. Just happy its the end of another week.”
She sighed as she buried her head behind her small mirror. at that moment, my phone rang. I picked on the second ring. It was Femi:
“Guy, watsup?” I asked
He told me he was outside waiting for me. I hung up and slid my laptop into into its bag. I said goodbye to Jennifer and exited the office.
Sure enough, he was outside waiting in his latest Lexus jeep.
I opened the car door and entered the back seat, Florence sat in the front beside Femi.
“Hey guys.” I greeted
“How far? You closed late today?” Florence asked.
“No. I think you closed too early,” I replied. Florence was a teacher in a primary school, it was something she loved doing and was good at it.
“Abeg, who’s that chick?” It was Femi and he was staring out of his window
I looked in the direction he was pointing, it was Jennifer my co-worker.
“Forget it, man,” I said.
“Why? She’s hot” he replied.
“She’s married” I retorted.
“Can’t you stay one moment without drooling over a woman?” Florence asked, slapping the back of his head
“Drive, joor” I said “She’s off limits.”
With a sigh, he started the car and drove off. We were not new to Femi’s addiction to women, well, maybe addiction was too strong a word, but he certainly liked the ladies, and funny thing was, they liked him too. He always knew the right thing to say that got them blushing or smiling sheepishly. And maybe the fact that he was quite wealthy added to the lure. Everything about him was flashy; cars, clothes, house even his haircut. He was also an airhead and he knew it, he had barely managed to scale through university with poor grades.
“When does Oscar finish from the hospital today?” Florence asked
“He’s got night shift ooh” I replied.
“How does that guy do it?” Femi asked “Seriously, he works so much and he still managed to bag a very beautiful woman and he’s marrying her.”
“Maybe when you decide to settle down, you’ll find a pretty woman too,” Florence replied. “Besides Oscar is handsome”
Femi threw her a sharp look. “And I’m what? Wowo?”
“Abeg, Florence no vex Femi before he pack us under trailer.” I said with a laugh.
We got to Femi’s house where we were to hangout, he lived in a duplex that had at least seven rooms and still counting. I couldn’t imagine living the extravagant life Femi lived. Seven rooms? For what now? when I’m not raising a football team. Seriously, some people have grace for some kind of things, I wondered what I would do if I had the kind of money Femi had. I guess I would find someone to share it with, not all those cheap girls that Femi always found…someone special, a decent girl like Oscar had found.
I guess in life, we are always looking for that special someone to share our dreams and laughter with, until we do, we never actually find fulfillment. Lately, I had been thinking of my special someone. When would I meet her? What would she look like?
We were in Femi’s second parlour, watching a movie and drinking juice when she walked in…
There are different kinds of beauty, there are some that you could do without taking a second look, there were those that their faces remained imprinted in your memory, and there were those that could be called blinding beauty, the type that both the ladies and guys stare at.
This woman fell under the third category, because I found even Florence staring at her. At that moment I lost my voice.