Double Dating: My Story
I got home by at 9.40pm that windy night. I did not even drop the food bags I was holding when I called her again. Her line was still switched off. I had a strong urge to call her mother and tell her that her daughter, my girlfriend, had gone missing, but a thought just occurred to me "what if she's gone to cheat again?"
Guess what I used that white wipe in my hand for?
A month before this particular night, I gathered from reliable sources complete with photo and video evidences that my girlfriend's fiance flew all the way from Lagos to Sokoto to come and see her. When I asked her, she convinced me that it was nothing to worry about. Before you crucify me because I said "my girlfriend's fiance," let me quickly say that at the time, I had no idea I was the third wheel. She had been with the other man since her university days, but I didn't know.
I confronted her with the allegations, and she denied at first, then she said that she did date the guy but they had been over a long time ago, and that the reason they met up when he came around was because he was owing her money from back when they were together, so she needed to act nice in order to get he money back. I believed her.
"Kai! This life..."
Back to that night, I ate my food, had a warm bath and resumed my most strenuous task of the day: trying to reach my girlfriend. I had begun to feel a mixture of both anger and fear. Anger because my suspicion may be right, an fear because 'what if something had happened to her?' It then occurred to me to call her friend. I didn't find the number on my phone. I searched hard, and with all of her government names, but nothing turned up. I remembered that I'd exchanged texts with this friend of hers so I headed to SMS app. There I found the texts under an unsaved number. Someone obviously deleted the number from my phone.
It was almost 11pm, but I called this friend. She picked and the first thing she said was "Shey you said you're a Christian? Why is my friend sleeping over at your place?" I was shocked, but I said something without planning or thinking.
"How did you even know?" I asked impulsively.
"She texted some hours ago," she replied. I could help but notice that she was beginning to sound agitated. Then she continued. "Where is she? Did she ask you to call me? Nobody looked for her o!"
"X is not here actually. I've been trying to reach her the whole day and that is why I called..." Her friend ended the call before I finished my statement.
I love to laugh.
A few weeks after that, I ran into X's friend (Ex's friend, if you may) at Chicken Republic. I was behind her at the counter making her order. I paid for her food and mine and we sat on the same table. We were talking about life in general when she suddenly apologised for what her friend did.
"That's what women do," I said, without conviction. She began to explain that she was against X's antics. She told me that that night, X told her that she going to my place so if the out-of-town fiance called, she (the friend) should say that X's phone developed a fault.
Then I asked: "Where then did she go?" Was there a third guy?
