GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL "THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL" (EPISODE 13)

GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL "THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL" (EPISODE 13)

She turned to Tega so quickly, she was so shocked to hear the 'taxi driver' from her mouth. It sounded like the worse thing her sister had ever said in her life.
"You sey wetin?" Omote asked with a disgustful countenance.
"He is a taxi driver. He does airport shuttle."
"I heard you right Tega. you mean of all the well to do men in this world, it is a cab guy that you love? you have not considered Mama even? A cab guy will finish paying his house rent, buy food, take care of your needs and send money home to mama?"
She lowered her head for a moment, while she composed herself.
"We are just starting life."
"We? who and who are we Tega? you and the cab guy?"
Tega caught the gruffness in her tone, and raised her head.
"See, I am not as lucky as you are with rich guys. Chetachukwu and I will get married soon. We will work hard together and make a family."
"so" Omote said crossing her legs, "He is Igbo. And he is really a taxi driver for real?"
"Airport shuttle." Tega repeated.
"Airport shuttle or no airport shuttle, he is a taxi driver! And you are a first class graduate of history and international relations! or is he a graduate?" Omote yelled.
"He is not a graduate, does that mean he is not going to make it in life?
He loves me!"
"And you love him too?"
Tega stared down at her, her jaw muscle tightened, she refused to answer the question, and then angrily walked away.
A frown ceased Omote's brow. She took the remote control of the air condition and pressed a button. She began to close the windows so as to let the air condition go round the sitting room.
She sat down and admired the beautiful color of her brick wallpaper, the brown lamp that was kept by the large TV and the texture of her new lemon color couch Chief had ordered for her from America.
She walked slowly towards a large wall photo of her and Tega. Hugging themselves so tight and smiling wide. She wiped her eyes with her palm, although there was no tears. She ran her hands through a small portable frame that had their mother's Photo; she was wearing catholic women's organization uniform.
She admired the blue pearl necklace on her mother's neck. It was the gift she had bought for her on mothering Sunday some years back, with the money her former boss gave to her.
"I made banga soup and starch." Tega said. She had walked in without Omote's awareness.
Omote turned and looked at her sister in an irritating manner.
She shook her head and said nothing for a while.
"Leave me alone." she said in a soft tone and walked into her bedroom.
The thoughts of Roland ran through her mind, and she remembered that he had not called her to inform that he had gotten home.
Since the time she switch off of her phone, she had not touched it again.
She hurriedly went through her handbag, and searched through the wallets. She turned the handbag Upsidedown, but couldn't find it.
She felt a sudden chill as she remembered that she didn't pick it from Roland's car.
She became weak instantly

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GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL "THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL" (EPISODE 14)

GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL "THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL" (EPISODE 14)

Omote was having more trouble than usual falling asleep all through the night. Her thoughts were jumbled with the fear that pressed in on her like a swirling tide of darkness.
Taking an exasperated breath, she opened her eyes and sat up, clasping her arms around her folded legs.
She was still thinking about her sister's engagement to the taxi guy. And then the thoughts of her phone popped up.
The only time in Omote's life she had to panic and feel disappointed in her own self came.
Morning came, and she had thought of how she was going to get her phone from Roland.
She was in the bathtub for a long time, with the water running on her face as she thought of her phone. She had imagined how Roland went through it and got sad at the tremendous sight of the conversations she had with other men.
Her tears mingled with the hot water, she told herself how foolish she was to forget her phone in a man's car. Not just a man, her lover.
She was exhausted when she finally turned the shower off, half an hour later. Roland was probably going through all the messages she had with her side male friends, and he was now going to know that Omote was not the woman he thought she was.
She thought of calling Roland with her sister's phone, but she was afraid, the tone of his voice might literally kill her.
She went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. After she mixed the milk and the chocolate together, she stirred it for a while, almost forgetting herself.
She strolled to the sitting room stirring the tea gently. She sat on the sofa, falling on it. Something fell to the ground, it sounded like a steel. Omote bent down to check what it was, and then saw a silver coated steel ring under the sofa.
"Tega, who has this ring?" She asked aloud. She held the ring boldly in her palms.
Tega came out of the room, holding a big bible in her hands.
Her countenance changed when she saw the ring.
"He gave it to me. That is the real ring he gave to me. I changed it to my original sterling steel because I didn't want you to feel that he couldn't afford a good ring." Tega said softly.
"But now I know. You should never have said the truth anyways. So you know better thing abi? you know that sterling steels are better than cheap steels? but you steel want to marry something equal to a cheap steel." Her tone was sharp, her manner indignant, and her eyes sparked like a hammer on an anvil as she threw the ring on the center table.
Tega took the ring, stared at it for a while and went inside the room sluggishly.
Omote shook her head in disgust.
"I don't feel that it is my duty to enlighten a matured woman like you. At 30, you still think like a teenager." she muttered to herself.
The door bell rang, and Omote sluggishly walked towards the door. She opened it gently, and her heart trembled at the sight of Roland.
"Good morning" He said in a husky voice.
She closed her eyes, and opened it, looking startled when she saw her phone right on Roland's hand.
She realized that Roland said just good Morning, he didn't add sweetheart.
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GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL "THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL" (EPISODE 15)

GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL "THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL" (EPISODE 15)

"Can we talk outside?" Roland asked softly, handing the phone to Omote.
His question almost tore out Omote's hearts, and the look of anguish in his eyes was even worse. Omote walked glumly behind him as he led the walk to where he packed his car.
"Are you alright?" Omote asked looking devastated. They were both looking devastated.
"Mom is sick. The maid said she has been rushed to the hospital. I was on my way to the hospital this morning when I saw your phone on the car seat. I had to bring it here as soon as possible." Roland said, putting his hands on Omote's face firmly.
"Pray for my mom baby." Roland said with a sigh.
Omote's heart melted. She stared at Roland straight in the eye, and held his hands tight.
"She will be fine." She said softly against his ears. He drew in a shuddering breath.
"I should be leaving now to avoid traffic."
He said, and kissed Omote on the lip. He got into his car immediately and drove off.
Omote stood there for a while, watching the car until she couldn't view it anymore.
She rushed into the house, and after she switched on her cell phone, she dialed Chief's number.
"Hello my Baby love. I am so disappointed. you know I am not happy with you at all?" Chief said, his voice was deep, and his accent more pronounced.
"oh chief. my phone is bad. I can't pick calls anymore with it, I am the only person who can call. I am sorry sir." She said girlishly.
"Can you see me this morning?"
"Yes." She responded excitedly.
"Meet me at Lagos Oriental Hotel. I will be there in an hour."
Omote hung up the call and immediately vanished into her bedroom. She applied a light make up on her face, and topped up a Mac ruby woo lipstick on her lips generously.
She heard the horn of a car from inside her bedroom, and ran out to see if it was a taxi. She knew that calling a Uber cab guy was going to keep her at home for extra twenty minutes, and she didn't want to disappoint chief in anyway.
As she pulled the curtain, she saw a Blue old Peugeot 504 packed at frontage. Her sister Tega rushed out from her room and ran towards the car. A young man dressed in a faded jean and black tee-shirt and was also wearing a baseball cap hurriedly came out and hugged Tega.
He was the owner of the Peugeot, and Obviously the famous Chetachukwu the cab guy who wants to marry her sister.
"My younger sister is inside, let's greet her ." Tega said aloud and excitedly.
Omote stared at Chetachukwu in a disgustful manner, until they got to the stair case. Tega laughed, falling on his neck as he cracked a witty dry joke.
As they stepped into the house, Omote sat gently on the sofa, she crossed her legs and waited for her sister to make the introduction.
"Omor, meet Cheta my fiancé."Tega said excitedly.
"Welcome bros." Omote greeted him sternly.
"Ah sister I have hear a lot concerning you, iwetago?
I am a humble somebody. I use to sell tire for ariaria. I jus say mek I come Lakos come hustle like a man, since the tire business no work. I be born aken Klistian. sometimes I dey enter lod plich of Kod mercies and kudness. you are welcome, iwetago?" Cheta said in a clear, anglicized local accent.
Omote fell silent, she was amazed. She wanted to clamp her mouth shut, but she knew it would do no good.
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