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The Heat Of Virginity – Part 9

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The Heat Of Virginity

The Heat Of Virginity

The company made arrangements for me to travel to the U.S
for a 10 months managerial course. I only wished I could tell
the good news to Tope, but there was no means, she didn’t
have a phone, she wasn’t on social media and not even an
email account, Few days later I traveled to Texas, U.S.
It was a wonderful learning experience and I was well taken
care of. I met people from different parts of the world and I
had a great time. At the end of the exercise, I returned back
to Nigeria and the following day I was assigned to the
position of an assistant manager.
I had my own office and desk, it was too good to be true. My
salary was wow!! My life was beautiful. After 3 months of
working I was able to acquire a brand new car. I could afford
any luxury that I wanted.
My fashion changed, I got lots of cool natives and suits,
expensive wrist watches, perfumes… I didn’t know how to
spend my money, every month it kept on growing in
numbers and since I wasn’t really an out going type with
only few friends I had a huge savings.
A former course mate at the University was having a
wedding. I was invited and I felt it was a very good
opportunity for me to meet up with good old friends. I came
late for the church wedding so I took a back seat and shortly
after the church ceremony ended and we all dispersed to
the reception not too far away.
At the reception I took a secluded seat. I never really liked to
mingle and I decided to just observe from a distance. I saw
lots of old faces that made me smile. It was really good
seeing their happy faces again. But a face I would never
forget was Ella’s.
I had a major crush on Ella for 2 sessions and a semester,
until she and Osas started dating shortly before we all
graduated. Ella never reciprocated the feelings and it was
difficult to open up to her. She’s a beautiful fair skinned lady
and very decent. She was into crafts: She made beads,
shoes, bags and cloths. She carved out a name for herself on
campus.
I was so pleased to see everyone smiling and having a good
time. I was busy with my phone and next thing, I looked up
and I saw Ella coming my way. My heart beat began to
accelerate faster as she approached me. She had a smile on
and I knew I was in trouble. She pulled out a seat on my
table and sat down, she then said. “Look who we have
here… Mr Loner.
You haven’t really changed have you?” I said. “Hi Ella, so
good to see you.” She then said. “oh adeoluwa The guy I
liked so much but never had the balls to walk up to me.” I
said. “Wait…You don’t mean it.” She said. “You never knew I
liked you? Why did you think I was always in your cla*s
hanging with Chioma?” I then said. “Oh my God… But you
ended up dating Osas now?” She then said. “You are pathetic
adeoluwa .
If you knew how long I came around your class hoping you
would act. You know, I knew you have always been serious
minded, focused and very dedicated. You were not just man
enough.” I then said to her. “Are you still with Osas?” She
said. “Osas and I broke up during service year, he wasn’t
serious at all.” I the said. “Is it too late, Ella?”
She laughed and shook her head. Adeoluwa you are still
pathetic. You haven’t changed but it’s still cute though.” I
then asked her. “How about your craft business?” She said.
“It’s doing well, I use my house for now but I really need a
place because sometimes I get large orders and no space to
work.
I am thinking of getting a job so I can save up to get a place
for my business.” I then said. “Okay…. Ella, I know I messed
up in the past. I am sorry about that, I was very shy and
immature. I have really changed, trust me on this. I have
always admired you, always patronize your crafts even
though I never needed them. If There’s nobody you are
seeing, please consider me. I am begging you.”…
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