“What?” I heaved a deep sigh and she repeated herself: “What is your deepest, darkest secret?”
“I wonder why you’re asking me this; you know I have no skeletons in my cupboard.” I said and she grinned.
“I don’t mean skeletons in your cupboard.” She paused and after some minutes, she added: “We all live in glass houses and those who live in glass houses need not throw stones at each other.”
“So what exactly is your question?”
“I mean what is that that you will rather tell no one, not even yourself?” Immediately she spoke those words, my head pounded and my heart beat an icy tempo. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, eager to know what will come out from the tip of my tongue. She deserved to know what was going on in my life but I couldn’t tell her that my heart’s deepest secret was my stabbing Annabelle to death.
Gritting my teeth and looking for words to make known to her that she was all that mattered to me and there was nothing I kept hidden from her, she suddenly sealed my lips with her middle finger and told me not to say a word. At that point, I shivered as I looked into her eyes, feeling a tiny icicle of dread against my spine.
“All that matter to me is you.” She whispered to me before we went catching fun and having a really sweet night.
Shuddering at the thought of anything that will incite the continuation of yesterday’s tete-a-tete with Mabel, I woke up before her and prepared a surprise breakfast.
‘What is this? Is this how to fry egg?” Angela asked funnily when we were having breakfast together.
“C’mon, taste it first naa.”
“Ooh, this is nice baby, where did you learn how to cook?”
“I did a lot of cooking years back in the university.”
“But I would not watch you do this as far as I’m around.” She said and I shook my head laughing out loud.
“Abegi, let me hear word.”
As we were eating, my phone beeped and when I saw the caller’s name, I didn’t want to pick it up.
“Who is that baby?” Angela quickly asked and I didn’t know what to say. It was Mabel and I didn’t want to spoil my relationship with her, neither did I wanted to lose Angela. It was a dilemma of some sorts, keeping her only as a friend and not allowing anything to put Angela and I asunder.
“It’s my office colleague.” I told her firmly.
“Hello, what is it again?” I answered the call, forming a frown.
“Why are you talking like this Andrew?” Mabel said from the other end of the phone.
“I would be seeing you later this evening. Is it fine by you?” I asked hoarsely.
“See you later then.” She said with a chuckle before ending the call.
“Who is this colleague of yours? I was thinking there’s no work today being Saturday, where will you be meeting her then?” Mabel asked and looking at her straight in the eyes, I felt obliged to tell her the truth.
“It wasn’t a colleague; it was my late girlfriend’s friend.”
“You are playing games with her abi?”
“It’s not like that. She’s just a friend.”
“If you don’t tell me the truth now, I’m leaving and I will never return.”
‘It’s you I love and not her.”
“So why the games? You think I’m a fool abi?”
Angela stood up and headed for the kitchen and from there, she went to the bedroom. I followed her behind, calling her to stop and hear me out but there was something about her – something peculiar that made her mistrust me. She had seen me with other girls and must have wondered if she was the only one that occupied my heart’s loving centre.
“Angie, I’m sorry.” I said, holding her from behind.
“Remove your hands off me.” She shouted and picking up her bag, she headed to the sitting room. I followed her, trying all I could to placate her but she wouldn’t listen.
As soon as she stepped her feet out of my house, she fell down. I immediately held her up.
“I’m sorry dear.” I said and she stared at me.
“Don’t sorry me.” She shouted and blinking her eyes angrily at me, she walked out on me.