The Virgin’s Slot Chapter 6

Inspired by the Holy Spirit.

Written by Damilola Babs

“Not mine. It belongs to a friend and I have returned it to him.” He told her and then an awkward silence came up between them. “Are you there?” Andrew asked, shutting the silence between them out.

“Ye…yes. I am here and I will be waiting to talk to you over dinner.” She told him. They talked for a little longer before he finally dropped the call.

Andrew arrived to take her out and she absolutely loved what he wore. It was an Ankara designer. The front had a V shape cut that ran from the front pockets to his knees. The trouser was slim and fine. He wore a cap on it that made him look like a Hausa mallam, yet, he was writhing of absolute finesse and peace to add.

“Mary could not help but exclaim when she saw him.

“Wow! Who made this?” She asked in amusement.

“I did.” He answered.

“You are a fashion designer?”

“Yes. And thanks for not saying a tailor like other people.” He told her and they both laughed.

“That is what they call me too and they don’t just call me that, they are very disrespectful about it.” She replied and they both laughed. As they entered the Uber Andrew had ordered.

They talked abt more things in the clothing line including Nigerian designers like Luminie, Yomi Casual, Lanre Da Silver, Ade Bakare Couture, and the likes. The man seemed to know so much. She was impressed. He talked about their unique styles and rise to fame. He was definitely a fashion king.

“Do you like the meal?” Andrew asked her for the umpteenth time since they started eating.

“I like it.” Mary told him tiredly smiling, almost giggling.

“I just want to be sure. We are in a Chinese restaurant, they may serve you frog legs and lizards.”

Mary laughed heartily and Andrew could not help but notice the features around her neck. She had a sweet chain neck. They folded and lapped each other so perfectly. They were full and her fine caramel colour accentuated every line and there, a dot. A small dark dot. It was just by the side of her neck, it made him smile once he saw it.

“You are beautiful.” He told her completely lost in her eyes.

“Yeah, many people say so,” Mary responded and it made Andrew chuckle.

“What kind of response is that?” He asked her. “Don’t you feel beautiful?” He added another question and Mary went dumb.

Wisdom was the only man she had ever been with and never had he told her that she was beautiful. Although, her mother called her arewa, meaning beauty. Only that the name didn’t matter after spending a few months with her man. He always made her feel like a nonentity. Mary sighed and adjusted quickly on her seat.

“How were you able to afford this place? I hope I am not taking too much from your pocket?” She asked him in an attempt to change the topic.

Andrew laughed gently and Mary went mute.

“No, keep talking.” He told her. “You don’t know how attractive it makes you look trying to change the topic on me like I am some twelve year old.” He laughed again.

“Okay, fine. You see, I avoid the topic because even if a admit it that I am beautiful, my man makes me feel like a piece of plank next to him and my mom…”

“I am listening.” He told her gently. His left hand crossing the table to hold her hand. “It’s okay, feel free to talk to me. We are friends right? And thank God you already brother zoned me.” He added and chuckled.

“Mom feels I should stay with him to prevent us from dying of hunger. I am tired and I need a job.” She added too quickly.

“Hold on, you just said you needed a job.” He reverted.

“Yes, I mean, I am a graduate and I really feel if I can start making money to keep my family together, then I would be free from Wisdom. You won’t believe he came by this morning and…and instead of an apology, he slapped me.”

“What?! That nitwit touched you again?” He asked hitting the table in anger.

“Ah ahn, calm down now. May be I shouldn’t have told you.” She said.

“No, no, please, tell me everything. Always tell me everything. I promise to behave myself.” He told her, his hand flying to his chest.

“Andrew!” A male voice called from behind Mary. She turned quickly to see who it was. The man was huge and dark and he seemed to have changed Andrew’s mood. “Hey man,” he came closer this time.

“Who is that?” Mary asked Andrew…

…to be continued tomorrow by 8 pm.
Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
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