After the ruckus with her friends, she realized their importance in her life. She was already too weak to do anything; she knew that if she had remained there, she would catch some fever. She stood up, walked to the bathroom and had a cold bath. She returned from the bathroom, feeling refreshed, but worried about Silver and Danielle.
Michelle: “What do I do now, eh? ”
Bemused, she sat down yet to arrive at the right decision,
Michelle: “Should I go to his place? What if he refuses to answer me or embarrasses me? Hmmm!” she ate her nails, “I’ll send him a text and then try to call again.”
Quickly, she flipped her phone open then clicked on the message application, she started writing:
‘Sly, I know u’re mad at me, insult me, yell and scream at me-I so much deserve to be mad at. You’re the world’s best friend in all times, gud and bad you’ve always being the shoulder I cry on. I know most times my imperfections get the better of me but instead of shoving me away u give me an embrace full of warmth. I’m sorry for what happened, for yelling at you….u’ve loved me even when u know my heart is with someone else. Please, don’t turn your back on me. I need u more than ever now! My bestie, if u leave how would I cope? Who would look for my trouble eh? Please, I can’t stand the silent treatment-yell at me, curse, insult me but please sweerie, pick my calls’, in whispers she read through her text and decided to edit it,
‘Sly, I know u’re mad at me, insult me, yell and scream at me-I so much deserve to be mad at. u’re the world’s best friend in all times, gud and bad you’ve always being the shoulder I cry on. I know most times my imperfections get the better of me but instead of shoving me away give me an embrace full of warmth. I’m sorry 4 what happened today 4give me,pls…don’t turn your back on me. I need u more than ever now! My bestie, if u leave how would I cope? Who would look for my trouble eh? Please, I can’t stand the silent treatment-yell at me, curse, insult me but please sweerie, pick my calls,” she read through it again.
She had removed, “u’ve loved me even when u know my heart is with someone else,” what she was sending was an apology text not one that would taunt Silver and make him embittered towards her.
Michelle: “Please call, sweerie!” she said as she sent the message.
The delivery message popped up, she saw it then laid with her back waiting for Silver’s call in exhaustion. The beeping of her phone made her jerk out of sleep without knowing, who the caller was, and she thumbed on the green button,
Michelle: “Hello,” her sleepy voice echoed.
“Thank you for subscribing to this service,” Disappointed, she hissed and ended the call; it was a call for the subscription of a particular service by her network providers. They were fond of that forcing service subscription on users extorting hundred or fifty Naira from them, few charges that resulted into millions taking into the cognizance the country’s population. Michelle remembered how Silver called them, sometime ago, after bugging him with countless calls and messages. He told them, he wanted to buy a cheap bag of rice.
Call rep: “Bag of rice?”
The call representative who picked the call was confused. It was confusing for a customer to call them and ask where to buy a cheap of bag of rice. At some point, the call representative was lost for words .
Michelle in an uncontrollable laughter,
Michelle: “Why did you do that?” asked.
Silver: “That will make them stop bugging me.”
Michelle: “Seriously? You dey mad sha!”
Silver: “Who well for dis Buhari govament?” they laughed about it.
That was Silver’s way of frustrating them and it worked.
The phone call conversation went viral; Silver’s weirdness was amusing. She had found a great companion in him but she wondered why she couldn’t love him. She wished Dapo was just like him; He was sweet to a fault.
Michelle: “I miss you, Sly,” she was chopping off her nails with her teeth; doing that meant she was frustrated.
The thought of Silver kept appearing in slides in her mind like pages of a power point presentation. She let out a long lasting laughter, she had remembered a story he told her; It was his secondary school experience. The Agric Teacher had asked what pastoral farming was and Silver, known for noise making was at it again, being a pest in the class,
Teacher: “Silver, stand up and answer my question!”
Silver stood up with a stern look answered,
Silver: “It is when a pastor of a church decides to cultivate a farm of either groundnut or corn at the back of the church!”
The class was thrown into a vociferous laughter, Silver smirked and sat down. The teacher was shocked, she could not laugh or get angry. She stood akimbo looking at the naughty brat. The class enjoyed his wittiness.
She remembered another of a funny Quote by Zimbabwe President, Mugabe where he stated and asked “The distance between Egypt and Israel is about 613km. But it took Moses and the Israelites 40 years to complete their journey. On average each day, they walked only 43 meters, yes, 43 meters, almost half of what Usain Bolt does in 5 seconds. I just wish Moses was around to explain this laziness – Robert Mugabe”. Silver is so good mimicking Mugabe, I also noticed the smile on my face gets bigger each time I see him displaying and acting as Mugabe. Sly is so natural. I wish Dapo is like him.
Michelle: “Oh, Sly!” she smiled.
Her eyes lobbed at the watch and it was getting late, Silver hadn’t call nor replied her text. In an ungracious manner, she drove her feet into her slippers and bolted out of the house. She was going to see Silver even if he wasn’t going to listen to her, her mind was made up. She wanted her friend back.
There was a knock on the door, Silver was busy in the kitchen,
Silver: “Yes, who’s that?” he yelled,
The knock came again; Silver dropped the pot on fire and rushed out,
Silver: “I’m coming,” he ran out of the kitchen.
Michelle closed her eyes as the door creaked open by the time she opened her eyes the expressionless faced Silver towered over her, a word he didn’t say; they stood for seconds staring at each other, and she looking frail. With the folded arms revealing his muscles, he leaned on the door tilted the head in a way that his eyes fell on Michelle, who had completely lost composure.
Michelle: “Ehm, ca..n I come in?” she stammered.
With his hands he directed her to go in, and stood as she passed, he locked the door and headed for the kitchen, his food seemed to be burning; she sat at the edge of the chair like one who was suffering from dysentery, he came out from the kitchen with bubbles of sweat on his fore head as he bent to sit, they ran down his face, some down the cheek and others toward the eyes; the ones headed toward the eyes his hands wiped them off, he broke his knuckles as he stared at Michelle who was sweating too; she felt like where she was, was a hot seat.
Michelle: “Not fine,” she sulked.
He shrugged and didn’t say a word; the silent treatment was more than a torture. She expected him to act rashly when she came around like chase her away or yell at her but instead he chose to torture her with his calm approach.
Michelle: “I’m sorry, Sly! I really don’t know what came over me. I don’t have any excuses whatsoever. I’m so sorry, love!” tears trickled from the left eyes, she went closer, Silver looked away, she held his hands as her plea turned into sobs.
Silver: “It’s okay. Don’t cry again,” he looked at her and stroked her cheeks, “stop crying joor. We are cool.”
Michelle: “Are you sure?” she stared at him with a sullen gaze.
Silver: “Of course!” he giggled, “Why are you making that face,” he referred to her sullen face that bore semblance of a two year old sulking.
He stroked her cheeks again,
Michelle: “Lemme joor!”she turned her back at him in a playful manner.
Silver went closer,
Silver: “Sorry na!”
Michelle: “Why did you refuse picking my calls, see my tummy now,” she took his hands to her belly, he was giggling, “I haven’t eaten since last night oo and it’s ‘cos of you!”
Silver: “Why na?”
She punched him jokingly, they laughed about it; and she was glad that she had gotten her best friend back.
Michelle: “so what’s for lunch?” she left for the kitchen
Silver: “Palm oil rice,” he smiled as he followed behind.
Michelle: “Concoction rice, you mean?” she opened the pot, “Ah, Sly, na roasted rice bi dis oo!” They laughed about it; Silver was a very bad cook even at noodles that doesn’t require any special skill in cooking, he always got his burnt, Danielle always called it “noodles a la burn!”
They were eating together when Silver brought a rather awkward story,
Silver: “lemme tell you a story,” he dug the spoon into the rice and threw handful of grains into the mouth.
Michelle: “eh, eh o!,” she shook her head, “ hope it isn’t one that will make me choke?”
He went on with his narration,
Silver: “go joor! Ehen,” he swallowed the food in his mouth, “it’s a story of a Fulani man,”
Michelle nodded with her usual simpering, “he had an account with this bank, so on a fateful Monday morning he passed by the bank and the Automated Teller Machine was so crowded that one would think the whole town had gathered to withdraw money, he joined the queue and decided to withdraw his money too after withdrawal he went into the bank and told the cashier that he’d come to deposit the money in the bank for he noticed that people were withdrawing money anyhow so he thought it was to wise withdraw his and bring inside before the people finishes the money in the ATM including his.”
Before Silver could finish his narration, Michelle was laughing really hard. Silver was known for his imaginative jokes, Danielle and Michelle had cajoled him into being a stage comedian but he didn’t buy the idea for he hated spotlight. After, eating they decided to watch a movie, the moon was fully out, as the movie was on Michelle unconsciously was stroking the arm of Silver, after a while he started fondling with her hair too; he sat on the chair while she laid her head on his laps; his hands extended to her cheeks, caressing it down to her neck within seconds goose pimple covered her every part, she held his hands, it brought him back to his sense and he apologized,
Silver: “I’m sorry.”
We seem getting a little closer as we talked. It was particularly dark outside and the parking lot was empty. His place was also dim and quiet; perfect for the solemn and powerful event that was about to take place.
He ran his fingers through my hair and rubbed my shoulders. It felt so good and I could feel myself getting tingly. We kissed for quit a long time. I felt the warmth of his tongue on mine, while silent warm explosions escaped my body. I could feel his hand run softly from the back of my neck to the neck line of my shirt. I got a little nervous because I had never felt this way. I could feel the cool air against my chest as I felt the buttons opening on my shirt exposing my pink tank top.
He reached out and placed his hand firmly on my breast and gave it a little squeeze like he was gauging ripeness of an avocado. I pulled away, trying to be smart and regain some self control. He whispered in my ear. It was warm, wet and exciting I slid closer to him.
He softly ran his finger down my neck and slightly down my tank feeling the lace outline of my bra. This contact was, of course, hugely thrilling, but I was already craving more. Needless to say I was breathless. I wanted him to stop but I needed him to keep going. I felt an urge I had never felt before. I felt my breasts lift to meet his touch.
Slowly he encircled the most sensitive part of my breast. I could feel my nipples getting hard. I wanted him more than life. He slid his right hand between my thighs and he ran his hand aggressively against my pants. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Instinctively my body began to move. I wanted him to stop, I grabbed his hand. He moved his hand to my shirt and put his hot tongue on my breast. I couldn’t believe the sensation. I grabbed his hand and moved it toward my pants. He went back to the rhythmic movement he had started earlier. I was uncontrollable. I had lost complete control. I could feel my body pulsing. I could feel the warm liquid between my legs and I didn’t want him to stop. Finally a release like I had never known ran through my body. The tingling sensation had reached full blown fireworks.
Oh my goodness, isn’t that adorable?! Guys like Silver can be so cute!
…Do you think I’m falling in love with Silver? Should I stop as it seems like I still have strong feelings for Dapo
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