CHEF 26 by Ojeiwa Ojeabu Omo-Episode 18


“Lola this wasn’t such a bad idea after all, I feel lighter sort of, I guess it’s the food; the magic menu restaurant does have the best chef in town.” Cynthia said.

Lola smiled.

The time was 4pm and it became obvious to both Cynthia and Lola that they had spent the major part of their afternoon at the Magic Menu Restaurant. Suddenly, for some reason, Cynthia was too eager to leave the restaurant.

“Lola I think we should leave now, I can’t believe we lingered here for this long.” She said.

“That’s what good food and great company can do for you love.” Lola replied.

“Well I guess we’ve had too much of both, now let’s get up and go.” Cynthia insisted starting to look a bit worried.

Lola stared at her with new found interest before replying, “Just a second, let me tell Dre we are leaving.”

Lola grabbed her cell-phone from the table and dialled Damilare’s number. Some minutes later, he appeared.

“Hi ladies, what else would you love from our menu?” Damilare asked with smirk.

“Nothing else. We will be on our way shortly.” Lola replied making flirtatious eye contact that won her a disapproving look from Cynthia.

“Damilare thanks a lot, guess we’ll see you some other time.” Cynthia interrupted before the flirtation could go any further and she stood up to take her leave, prompting Lola to do the same.

“You are welcome Cynthia. I am glad you enjoyed the food and enjoyed your stay, please stop by again soon.” Damilare replied as he nodded curtly.

“Will give that a thought, but it seems I’ll be stopping by sooner rather than later. I should be hosting a little dinner with some friends very soon and this is the perfect place.” Cynthia replied with a smile.

Damilare took both ladies hands in a very formal fashion, Lola on the left, and Cynthia on the right as they and walked them out of the restaurant like the gentleman he was.

They stepped out of the restaurant, taking in the sweet smell of fresh air as it swept through fiddling with Cynthia and Lola’s hair.

Damilare was the first to break the silence, “I’m heading back inside, and it was nice seeing you two.” He said.

“Same here, thank you for everything” Lola drawled as she pawed Damilare and quickly leaned in to give him an unexpected peck.

“You’re welcome again, I was just doing my job.” Damilare said huskily, his brain still reeling from the unexpected peck.

“Oh my God” Cynthia shrieked.

“What is it?” Lola asked her, hands wrapped around Damilare’s neck, as she turned to see what was making Cynthia tremble like a fish out of water.

“Oh my God” Lola borrowed the phrase from Cynthia.

Kaima was standing, watching them, arms folded, blood in the eyes, hate meter on the rise, head shaking, demeanour looking very icy.

“Hi Kaima, it’s so nice to see you.”
Damilare said, looking ecstatic. He tried to break free from Lola’s grip so he could go over and talk to her, but realized that he couldn’t move because Lola wasn’t letting go of his hand.

“You don’t want to do that.” Lola warned.

“Why?” Damilare asked looking confused.

“Hey Kay.” Cynthia said timidly as she approached Kaima.

Kaima didn’t reply.

“It’s not what you think Kay. We just came over for lunch and were just about…….” Cynthia felt a sharp sting on her face in one swift, fluid and well calculated movement; Kaima threw a slap across Cynthia’s face.

“Fool me once, shame on you but fool me twice, then shame on me. I was even considering forgiving you, letting go, but now we are done forever” Kaima screamed as she spun and headed in the direction of her car, she reached it, got in, turned on the ignition and in the blink of an eye, she was out of the Magic Menu Restaurant, leaving Cynthia standing there, clutching her face in embarrassment.

Cynthia stood there frozen and stunned. Out of nowhere, a car appeared from the corner of her eyes, racing towards her, the driver honking furiously driving like a maniac. She sprang out of the way just in time to avoid getting hit as the car sped off past her, the driver zoomed off without concern.

At that moment, Damilare and Lola appeared at her side, helping her to her feet, compassion flooding Lola’s face, while questions dangled on Damilare’s dimpled face.

“Are you alright honey? Don’t answer that, that’s a stupid question.”Lola rebuked herself.

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Damilare asked looking puzzled; arms folded trying to comprehend what just happened.


Kaima was hurt beyond words and emotions, angry tears tore away from her beautiful face, as she slipped into traffic.


Cynthia and Lola had gone back into the restaurant, their drama had gotten a lot of attention as people stared at them with looks of amusement and interest; wondering, judging, asking questions in their minds. Minutes later, Damilare arrived with a make-shift ice pack and handed it to Cynthia who placed it on the side of her face that had received Kaima’s hard, angry and painful slap.

“Now can you explain what is going on?” Damilare asked folding his arms, looking puzzled having questions but choosing to wait instead for answers from Cynthia or Lola. Lola spoke up;

“Well something bad happened….” Lola said

“Lola don’t, I’ll explain everything myself.” Cynthia cut in.

“Okay.” Lola replied.

Cynthia put the make-shift ice pack on the table, she rubbed her neck a couple of times not knowing where to start.

Mustering courage from the pain and hurt she was cloaked in, she broke the story to him bit by bit. Each episode of the story was met with nods, a few sighs and a continuous bobbing of the head from Damilare. 10 minutes later, Cynthia had narrated how things had gotten to this stage, but also explained to him that Kaima had feelings for him that she had been trying to mask and all Cynthia was trying to do was find out if Damilare felt the same way, which she had succeeded in doing, albeit through Lola, which is the reason why Lola was dragged into the matter in the first place.

Damilare didn’t know what to make of the situation. But there was a slight mysterious feeling tugging at his heart. “Kay is in love with me?” He asked himself, not wanting to believe that the story was true. He was delighted, but there was doubt lurking at the corner of his mind.

“How can you be so sure?” Damilare asked.

“Sure about what?” Lola replied

“That you know…..?” Damilare’s voice trailed off as he tried not to say what they knew he wanted to say, but felt awkward saying.

“That Kaima loves you?” Cynthia helped him say.

.………to be continued

Genre: Nigerian Romance/ Fiction



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