JASMINE CHAPTER 2
“Thank you again for bringing me to your home and rescuing me from that unfair bike rider.” She spoke.
“Why do you keep thanking me?” I asked. “There is no big deal. I am just helping a lady in distress. What happened to you could happen to anyone. It could even be my sister.”
“Yes, that is true, but some people are really very skeptical about bringing a total stranger into their home. I have to admit that you are courageous. I mean, you don’t even know me.”
“Something must keel a man.” I replied and we both laughed.
I took her bag into the guest room and asked her if she would like to freshen up, and she answered in the affirmative. After she had bathed, she joined me in the sitting room. We had a long discussion during supper, and I got to know a lot about her. Knowing a lot about her made me feel more comfortable around her.
“So, have you tried to call the person you were going to meet at the hotel?” I asked.
“Yes, it is still not going through.” She replied.
“That is unfortunate. I know it is really not my business. But what business do you have with him?”
“He is a house agent. He said he was going to help me get an apartment.”
“And you think the proper place to meet him was in a hotel?”
“He was the one who proposed the hotel.”
“Now, I understand why his number is not going through. He must have waited until late evening and you didn’t show up. He is surely a married man and might have already retired back to his home.”
“There is a distinct possibility that you might be saying the truth.” She smiled.
“So, what do you want a house for? Are you just moving into town?” I asked.
“No, I need it just for two months.”
“Two months? What for?”
She explained to me that she was a student nurse. She was here for placement at the general hospital. So, she needed somewhere to hole up for two months doing her internship. She had contacted that agent through another friend of hers who was going to be sharing the apartment with her. However, after they started chatting on WhatsApp, and the agent saw that she was beautiful, he started asking her out. That was how she got invited to the hotel.
“So, were you going to date him?” I asked.
“No, I just wanted to hear what he had to say.” She replied.
“Alright, I am going to make a proposal to you. You can live in my house while you do your internship.” I spoke.
“What?!” She was dumbfounded.
“Yes.”
“But why? I am not saying that I am not happy or grateful. I am just wondering why you are being so kind to me.”
“Well, for a start, my mother was a nurse too, and my younger sister is called Blessing. So, helping someone who has my mother’s profession and my younger sister’s name seems kind of a big deal to me.” I explained.
“Oh, thank you, Mr. Emeka. God will bless you always.” Then, her face suddenly became sad.
“What is the matter?” I asked, walking close to her.
“It is about my friend, Nelia. I now have a place to live, but what about her? We were planning to pool our resources together so that we could be able to afford a place to live. Now, that you have taken me in. What becomes of her?” She was sad.
“That friend of yours, can she be trusted?” I asked.
“Yes, of course. We have been friends like forever. I have known her since kindergarten.” She replied enthusiastically.
“Alright, she can move in with us.”
“Really?! Oh, Mr. Emeka. You are such a nice man. You are a Godsent. Let me call her immediately.”
That night, we slept in two different rooms. She slept in the guest room while I slept in, of course, my own bedroom. The next morning, like a true Igbo man that I was, I woke up at 4:30 AM because I had to start preparing to go to my shop. I walked to her room and knocked. She seemed to be already awake because she answered immediately.
“Permission to come in.” I spoke.
“Permission granted.” She laughed.
I opened the door and walked in. She was still in bed but that was not what caught my attention. What caught my attention was the way she was dressed. She was wearing a see-through nightgown and nothing under. However, immediately I walked in, she covered herself with a bedsheet, but I had already seen enough. I sat on the bed beside her.
“Good morning, Blessing.” I greeted.
“Good morning, Emeka. You are up this early?”
“Yes, I told you that I am a business man, right. I have to go to my shop and target the early morning customers.”
“Alright, that is true. So, when are you leaving?” She asked.
“In thirty minutes. Please, take care of the home. I am trusting you, which is something I rarely do. The house is fully stocked. You can prepare whatever you want for yourself and please, make yourself at home. I will see you in the evening.”
“Okay, Emeka. Thank you very much. Have a safe and fruitful day.”
“Thank you. I almost forgot. When did you say your friend, Nelia was coming?”
“Today.”
“Alright, let me know as soon as she comes, alright?”
“Alright, bye.”
I went to my shop and just like Blessing had said, my day was very fruitful. Market was good and I was in a joyous mood when I drove back home that night. I had been too busy with business that I had completely forgotten that there was someone in my house. When I got to the door, I started searching for my house keys, then I remembered that I hadn’t taken them because Blessing was home.
I smiled as I rang the doorbell and waited. Then, I heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and I froze. The person who opened the door was not Blessing. It was her friend, Nelia.
“Good evening, sir.” She greeted.
But I couldn’t answer. Nelia's face seemed too familiar to me, and it seemed I had met her before.
TO BE CONITNUED.
“Thank you again for bringing me to your home and rescuing me from that unfair bike rider.” She spoke.
“Why do you keep thanking me?” I asked. “There is no big deal. I am just helping a lady in distress. What happened to you could happen to anyone. It could even be my sister.”
“Yes, that is true, but some people are really very skeptical about bringing a total stranger into their home. I have to admit that you are courageous. I mean, you don’t even know me.”
“Something must keel a man.” I replied and we both laughed.
I took her bag into the guest room and asked her if she would like to freshen up, and she answered in the affirmative. After she had bathed, she joined me in the sitting room. We had a long discussion during supper, and I got to know a lot about her. Knowing a lot about her made me feel more comfortable around her.
“So, have you tried to call the person you were going to meet at the hotel?” I asked.
“Yes, it is still not going through.” She replied.
“That is unfortunate. I know it is really not my business. But what business do you have with him?”
“He is a house agent. He said he was going to help me get an apartment.”
“And you think the proper place to meet him was in a hotel?”
“He was the one who proposed the hotel.”
“Now, I understand why his number is not going through. He must have waited until late evening and you didn’t show up. He is surely a married man and might have already retired back to his home.”
“There is a distinct possibility that you might be saying the truth.” She smiled.
“So, what do you want a house for? Are you just moving into town?” I asked.
“No, I need it just for two months.”
“Two months? What for?”
She explained to me that she was a student nurse. She was here for placement at the general hospital. So, she needed somewhere to hole up for two months doing her internship. She had contacted that agent through another friend of hers who was going to be sharing the apartment with her. However, after they started chatting on WhatsApp, and the agent saw that she was beautiful, he started asking her out. That was how she got invited to the hotel.
“So, were you going to date him?” I asked.
“No, I just wanted to hear what he had to say.” She replied.
“Alright, I am going to make a proposal to you. You can live in my house while you do your internship.” I spoke.
“What?!” She was dumbfounded.
“Yes.”
“But why? I am not saying that I am not happy or grateful. I am just wondering why you are being so kind to me.”
“Well, for a start, my mother was a nurse too, and my younger sister is called Blessing. So, helping someone who has my mother’s profession and my younger sister’s name seems kind of a big deal to me.” I explained.
“Oh, thank you, Mr. Emeka. God will bless you always.” Then, her face suddenly became sad.
“What is the matter?” I asked, walking close to her.
“It is about my friend, Nelia. I now have a place to live, but what about her? We were planning to pool our resources together so that we could be able to afford a place to live. Now, that you have taken me in. What becomes of her?” She was sad.
“That friend of yours, can she be trusted?” I asked.
“Yes, of course. We have been friends like forever. I have known her since kindergarten.” She replied enthusiastically.
“Alright, she can move in with us.”
“Really?! Oh, Mr. Emeka. You are such a nice man. You are a Godsent. Let me call her immediately.”
That night, we slept in two different rooms. She slept in the guest room while I slept in, of course, my own bedroom. The next morning, like a true Igbo man that I was, I woke up at 4:30 AM because I had to start preparing to go to my shop. I walked to her room and knocked. She seemed to be already awake because she answered immediately.
“Permission to come in.” I spoke.
“Permission granted.” She laughed.
I opened the door and walked in. She was still in bed but that was not what caught my attention. What caught my attention was the way she was dressed. She was wearing a see-through nightgown and nothing under. However, immediately I walked in, she covered herself with a bedsheet, but I had already seen enough. I sat on the bed beside her.
“Good morning, Blessing.” I greeted.
“Good morning, Emeka. You are up this early?”
“Yes, I told you that I am a business man, right. I have to go to my shop and target the early morning customers.”
“Alright, that is true. So, when are you leaving?” She asked.
“In thirty minutes. Please, take care of the home. I am trusting you, which is something I rarely do. The house is fully stocked. You can prepare whatever you want for yourself and please, make yourself at home. I will see you in the evening.”
“Okay, Emeka. Thank you very much. Have a safe and fruitful day.”
“Thank you. I almost forgot. When did you say your friend, Nelia was coming?”
“Today.”
“Alright, let me know as soon as she comes, alright?”
“Alright, bye.”
I went to my shop and just like Blessing had said, my day was very fruitful. Market was good and I was in a joyous mood when I drove back home that night. I had been too busy with business that I had completely forgotten that there was someone in my house. When I got to the door, I started searching for my house keys, then I remembered that I hadn’t taken them because Blessing was home.
I smiled as I rang the doorbell and waited. Then, I heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and I froze. The person who opened the door was not Blessing. It was her friend, Nelia.
“Good evening, sir.” She greeted.
But I couldn’t answer. Nelia's face seemed too familiar to me, and it seemed I had met her before.
TO BE CONITNUED.
JASMINE CHAPTER 2
“Thank you again for bringing me to your home and rescuing me from that unfair bike rider.” She spoke.
“Why do you keep thanking me?” I asked. “There is no big deal. I am just helping a lady in distress. What happened to you could happen to anyone. It could even be my sister.”
“Yes, that is true, but some people are really very skeptical about bringing a total stranger into their home. I have to admit that you are courageous. I mean, you don’t even know me.”
“Something must keel a man.” I replied and we both laughed.
I took her bag into the guest room and asked her if she would like to freshen up, and she answered in the affirmative. After she had bathed, she joined me in the sitting room. We had a long discussion during supper, and I got to know a lot about her. Knowing a lot about her made me feel more comfortable around her.
“So, have you tried to call the person you were going to meet at the hotel?” I asked.
“Yes, it is still not going through.” She replied.
“That is unfortunate. I know it is really not my business. But what business do you have with him?”
“He is a house agent. He said he was going to help me get an apartment.”
“And you think the proper place to meet him was in a hotel?”
“He was the one who proposed the hotel.”
“Now, I understand why his number is not going through. He must have waited until late evening and you didn’t show up. He is surely a married man and might have already retired back to his home.”
“There is a distinct possibility that you might be saying the truth.” She smiled.
“So, what do you want a house for? Are you just moving into town?” I asked.
“No, I need it just for two months.”
“Two months? What for?”
She explained to me that she was a student nurse. She was here for placement at the general hospital. So, she needed somewhere to hole up for two months doing her internship. She had contacted that agent through another friend of hers who was going to be sharing the apartment with her. However, after they started chatting on WhatsApp, and the agent saw that she was beautiful, he started asking her out. That was how she got invited to the hotel.
“So, were you going to date him?” I asked.
“No, I just wanted to hear what he had to say.” She replied.
“Alright, I am going to make a proposal to you. You can live in my house while you do your internship.” I spoke.
“What?!” She was dumbfounded.
“Yes.”
“But why? I am not saying that I am not happy or grateful. I am just wondering why you are being so kind to me.”
“Well, for a start, my mother was a nurse too, and my younger sister is called Blessing. So, helping someone who has my mother’s profession and my younger sister’s name seems kind of a big deal to me.” I explained.
“Oh, thank you, Mr. Emeka. God will bless you always.” Then, her face suddenly became sad.
“What is the matter?” I asked, walking close to her.
“It is about my friend, Nelia. I now have a place to live, but what about her? We were planning to pool our resources together so that we could be able to afford a place to live. Now, that you have taken me in. What becomes of her?” She was sad.
“That friend of yours, can she be trusted?” I asked.
“Yes, of course. We have been friends like forever. I have known her since kindergarten.” She replied enthusiastically.
“Alright, she can move in with us.”
“Really?! Oh, Mr. Emeka. You are such a nice man. You are a Godsent. Let me call her immediately.”
That night, we slept in two different rooms. She slept in the guest room while I slept in, of course, my own bedroom. The next morning, like a true Igbo man that I was, I woke up at 4:30 AM because I had to start preparing to go to my shop. I walked to her room and knocked. She seemed to be already awake because she answered immediately.
“Permission to come in.” I spoke.
“Permission granted.” She laughed.
I opened the door and walked in. She was still in bed but that was not what caught my attention. What caught my attention was the way she was dressed. She was wearing a see-through nightgown and nothing under. However, immediately I walked in, she covered herself with a bedsheet, but I had already seen enough. I sat on the bed beside her.
“Good morning, Blessing.” I greeted.
“Good morning, Emeka. You are up this early?”
“Yes, I told you that I am a business man, right. I have to go to my shop and target the early morning customers.”
“Alright, that is true. So, when are you leaving?” She asked.
“In thirty minutes. Please, take care of the home. I am trusting you, which is something I rarely do. The house is fully stocked. You can prepare whatever you want for yourself and please, make yourself at home. I will see you in the evening.”
“Okay, Emeka. Thank you very much. Have a safe and fruitful day.”
“Thank you. I almost forgot. When did you say your friend, Nelia was coming?”
“Today.”
“Alright, let me know as soon as she comes, alright?”
“Alright, bye.”
I went to my shop and just like Blessing had said, my day was very fruitful. Market was good and I was in a joyous mood when I drove back home that night. I had been too busy with business that I had completely forgotten that there was someone in my house. When I got to the door, I started searching for my house keys, then I remembered that I hadn’t taken them because Blessing was home.
I smiled as I rang the doorbell and waited. Then, I heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and I froze. The person who opened the door was not Blessing. It was her friend, Nelia.
“Good evening, sir.” She greeted.
But I couldn’t answer. Nelia's face seemed too familiar to me, and it seemed I had met her before.
TO BE CONITNUED.
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