MARRIED BUT SNGLE II

I love Sundays. There is something peaceful about that day. I am not so Spiritual, but I try to keep the Sabbath day holy. I habitually check on my friends after morning Mass on Sundays. I call it ;my Home call day. However, that Sunday I decided to do something different.

I had bought fresh fruits from the market the previous day, so I blended them together and made a jug of fresh fruit juice. Being in the mood, I cooked a delectable pot of fried rice and chicken with egg sauce and salad. I m sure I would have won a competition with my little feast.

Eagerly, I dished out my mouth watering meal, turned on the Air conditioner, picked a movie and pressed the play button of my DVD. Sitting comfortably on the carpet covered floor of my living room, I said a short prayer and was reaching for my spoon when my phone rang. I must point out that there is nothing as annoying as being distracted when you are about to enjoy a delicious meal. Sighing deeply, I retrieved my phone from the side table and reluctantly answered the unknown caller. 

“Hello?”

It turned out to be Timi! The last time I saw Timi was when we were called to the Nigerian Bar. He was based in Port Harcourt and was in Abuja for the weekend. Enthusiastically, I sent him directions to my home. Our reunion was undiluted.

He enjoyed my little feast with me and our gist was endless. We changed our venue when Gloria joined us. Her fiance, my neighbour, was out of town so we decided to have a picnic.

Gloria drove us to the Lake side in her new BMW, a birthday gift from her fiance, my neighbour. We enjoyed boat rides, popped a bottle of champagne and since Timi was trying to make a lasting impression, he got us laughing so hard. It was a wonderful Sunday, the best in a long time.

Gloria’s new BMW was unarguably an excellent ride with a powerful and efficient engine. I fell in love with the car and did not want our drive to the house to end. We eventually got home in high spirits; by the way, the sound system was wicked. 

I was still singing along with the music when Gloria squealed. I looked up and noticed that my neighbour’s imposing truck was parked in front of his home. Not caring to park properly, she turned off the engine and raced off towards his house. Timi and I climbed out of the car and continued our unabashed admiration of the beauty on wheels.

“Timi meet my man!” Gloria’s animated voice made us look up and I once again marvelled at this man’s perfect physique. He should be in the movies, I concluded.

“Brendan!” Timi screamed with excitement.

Gloria grimaced and I took a step away from the three. My neighbour’s face was expressionless.

“Timothy!” He managed after awhile. Timi rushed forward and embraced him. May be it was the alcohol in my system or that Timi’s excitement was very infectious, either way I noticed that i was smiling broadly. Gloria moved over and stood beside me.

“Nikky," Timi continued, focusing on me; "Brendan is the childhood friend I told you I needed to meet up with before leaving Abj. I was the best man at his wedding in PH!”

I heard a loud scream and turned in time to grab hold of Gloria’s unconscious body.