FROM
OUR SERIES “LITTLE THINGS THAT MATTER”
By
Nnabugwu Chizoba (Charismatic Chizy)
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| Pix is for illustrative purpose. Has nothing to do with the story. |
A
Man on a journey, my story begins; met a very beautiful, charming and
attractive young lady. Just like her, the young Man was handsome, trendy, soft
spoken and cool.
Not long
into the journey, the young Man, in an amazing, intelligent and very courteous
manner; but of course in a controlled voice, initiated a conversation with the
lady.
At different
intervals in their discussion, the girl played the lead. She had control of some
topics even when the discussion went erotic. The young Man, like, all the sharp
shooters would, sensed at a point in their conversation, an overflow of current
between them. Beyond suspicion, he accused and admitted instantly to himself that
the girl was involved and guilty as him. On the basis of this, he decided to strike.
He made her a proposal of a N100, 000 (One hundred thousand naira), for
a night.
She
looked at the Man with a mixture of contempt and admiration, but however, did
not say anything. As the journey continues, she looks bewildered, dislocated, weak
and unsettled. Noticing her disposition, the young Man from that moment opted to
keep mute, never to engage her in any form of conversation, henceforth.
They
appear to be enjoying the silence that enveloped them or so they pretend, when the
young Man's phone suddenly rang. The discussion that ensued offered an insight that
the guy would be going down pretty soon.
From
this moment, things were not the same again. Uncoordinated and inconsistent
body movements became apparent, particularly on the part of the Lady. Sensation
pervaded the air. There was glaring and visible signs of restlessness. Her body
rhythm, countenance and tone when she decided to put a call to someone, said it
all: back and front movements, like a pendulum. Her appearance switched from
looking troubled to feeling excited; from looking confused and askance to
feeling stable; from “I don’t care” to looking worried, as well. Yet the young
Man did nothing to help.
Another
call that came revealed the station the young man would alight. Immediately the
call dropped, there came a killer smile, effectively supported with an enticing
and very ravaging eye contact that ran havoc all over the young Man. They were focused;
target oriented, clearly directed, purpose motivated, and time bound. The goal was simple: revive the young Man and
bring back his interest.
When
the subtle game did not work, she quickly reached out and tapped the guys
shoulder, saying:
What
was it you said? I didn't hear you well. Hope I did not offend you by my long
silence? I waited this long, thinking you would repeat yourself. The delivery,
tone and packaging are better imagined.
After
few exchange of words, characterized by mind games, ego trip, and what have
you, the young Man, in an appetizingly, refreshing manner, re-presented his
earlier proposal “N100, 000 for a night”.
Without
the shenanigan that greeted the request earlier, the girl systemically gave that
"I agree/accept" look, which the elect decoded.
Leading
the way to the porch car waiting for them, but before opening the door, the
young Man drew her closer and in what looks like a rendition whispered “I will
not be able to part with the sum of one hundred thousand naira I proposed. I will
offer twenty thousand Naira for the same project.
The
girl in her rage and with a very high pitch reacted: What do you take me for; I mean who do you think I am?
Responding
to her question, the young Man answered: We
have settled about who you are. If any disagreement exists between us, it is
about your price.
Dear
esteemed reader:
- What's your take on the guys answer?
- Do you think he is right?
- Is it little? Does it matter?
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