“Yes Kay, I know her, we were best friends in high school. I am so sorry that I didn’t tell you.” Cynthia answered in a very humble tone, her eyes were staring at the floor, and she couldn’t look at Kaima’s face because there were flames of fury burning brightly in her eyes.
“There is no need for that, I trusted you with my feelings for Dre, and then I find out that you know Lola, and you never thought to mention it?!” Kaima replied with anger and disgust while storming out.
“I was only protecting you.” Cynthia added sadly.
“Protecting me Cynthia Okafor?! Really? You are such a psycho, you know that right!” Kaima Replied.
Cynthia gasped as Kaima’s words sank in. It wasn’t that Kaima just called her a psycho because they playfully used such words on themselves, but the fact that Kaima took time out to yell out her full name.
Kaima reached the door of the living room, opened it, stormed out and banged the door very hard; the noise it made caused some nosy neighbour to creep out of their apartment, watching for the next big thing to excite their evening. Scandals were a norm in this particular building.
Kaima stepped out of the elevator and walked briskly towards the exit, she fought the tears that were welling in her eyes, as a zillion thoughts raced through her mind with the dominant thought being betrayal. In quick strides she was out of the luxury estate. It was 11pm and she debated what to do for a second, there were two options to ponder; option one would be to go back home or two she could stay at a hotel and get to the office from there. She chose the latter and hailed a cab.
20 minutes later she lodged in a 4-star hotel called ‘Premise’. A porter helped her with her light luggage; as she stepped into the room she was assigned. She relieved the porter of her luggage, gave him a quick tip and closed the door when he left. The room was painted white and was well illuminated which didn’t please Kaima. Getting up from the bed, she walked towards one of the walls and found the light switch, pressed it and the room was engulfed in darkness, “more like it” she said.
A thought suddenly occurred to her, she moved in the direction of her luggage, she opened her bag and retrieved her I-pod. She paused for some seconds then started to fiddle with the gadget, turning it on then clicking on the playlist titled ‘sad songs’. A list of songs appeared, and continued to scroll till she found the song she was looking for; ‘Set fire to the rain’ by Adele.
She suddenly felt the need for some alcohol and reached for the bedside phone assigned to her room, finding the hotel directory, she dialed the room service number and placed an order for a bottle of Baileys and chicken salad. Some minutes later, her order arrived.
“Room service” a soft female voice responded. Kaima marched towards the door, opened it and made way for the delivery of her order. The female hotel personnel gave her a curt nod and escaped silently. Kaima closed the door and made herself more at home by pouring the Baileys into a glass cup and adding some ice. She carefully arranged the chicken salad, the Baileys, the bucket of ice and the glass cup half filled with baileys and ice on the tray and strolled lazily back to the bed, where she ate like a hungry lion and downed the liquor slowly. After eating, she moved the tray and the empty plate of food to the other side of the bed, dropping it on the floor, she put the bottle of Baileys on the floor beside the tray, but retained the glass cup in her hand, the bottle of baileys was now half full. She looked at her I-pod again, scrolling down then stopped at ‘Clown’ by Emele Sande, Kaima sighed as a half smile spread on her face, clicked on that and put it on repeat.
She gulped some more Baileys, emptying the cup in the process. The lyrics of the song she was listening to caused her to recollect the events that had taken place in Cynthia’s apartment some hours ago,she tried to hold the tears back, but when the chorus of the song drummed in her eyes, the tears fell freely like rain from the sky. A couple of minutes later she fell asleep with her I-pod still playing the same song.
Cynthia wasn’t happy either. She was mostly shocked at how Kaima over reacted, or had she? Just then her phone rang; she took the call.
“Hi Lolo.” Cynthia answered
“Hey ‘Cyndy Lauper’, what’s wrong?, I called you earlier but you did not pick up. Are u okay?” Lola questioned.
“Yea, I am but Kaima just found out that I knew you today. Wasn’t a pretty sight.” Cynthia replied.
“So? How does that change anything?”Lola asked sounding very confused.
“Kaima knows that we are friends and she is not happy that I kept that piece of information from her; she says she never wants to see me again.” Cynthia added, fighting a great urge to smoke for some reason which was weird because she had never smoked a day in her life.
“Did you tell her about our plan?” Lola asked
“She was quite emotional while leaving, couldn’t muster up the courage to tell her then.” Cynthia replied.
“Cheer up ‘Cyndy Lauper’, there is something I need to show you.” Lola said.
“Good or Bad?” Cynthia asked.
“You would have to make that judgement call yourself.” Lola replied.
Cynthia didn’t like the feeling. Uncertainty was never her forte.
…….to be continued
Genre: Nigerian Romance/ Fiction
Do you think Kaima overreacted after finding out that Cynthia knew Lola?