“Oh my God! Laura! Is this really you?” I asked in disbelief, standing up and enveloping her in an embrace while pulling her soft body against mine. I stroked her back briefly in a tingling caress (just as I felt her melons firmly against my chest), making Fury to begin to make a tent.
She didn’t/couldn’t do anything more than smile. Perhaps she wanted to say something else but I noticed her voice was caught in her throat making me believe she was a little nervous.
Although I was in shock also because the last time I saw Laura, she still had her dreads on (a hairstyle she kept right from our sophomore year), perhaps the reason it never occurred to me she was the one despite having all the features of a familiar personality.
“Miss me?” she finally asked, breaking free from my hug. Her voice sounded nervous but still with the intimidating tone she had always possessed.
“I haven’t seen or heard from you for what? Three years? Sure, I missed you.” I said, motioning for us to sit, I went on, “So, what happened to you? You just sort of fell off the grid and ended communication with everyone a month after graduation. No Facebook, no Twitter, only got to know from Cindy that you travelled out after much plea!”
Just then we heard an announcement that all flights leaving Lagos have been delayed because of bad weather (the rain had just picked up momentum).
I noticed Laura wasn’t herself with the way she kept staring at me without saying much. So I suggested we grab something to eat so we could talk.
After we found ourselves a good spot and some junk food, I went on to tell her what I was doing for job these days. I asked about her, what she was up to and what happened since we left school.
“You always seemed to have a knack for ICT and Techs. Just wondering how you ended up in BCH,” she said. I noticed she was now loosening up gradually as she took off her shades, revealing those sexy eyes whose fake tears had gotten me sent out by the seminar coordinator back in school.
Staring into her brilliant eyes, I felt something stir deep in me when she smiled and said, “I must say I had a funny feeling and butterflies in my stomach when I saw you walk by after all these years.”
“Not half as much as me when you asked Fury where’s my slide? You could have said something else you know!” I said.
“I couldn’t think of a better way to make you remember me when I noticed you failed to recognize me when you first looked in my direction.” Laura explained. She then went on to tell me she had left the country a month after our graduation for her masters program in Canada but lost interest with books completely and chose instead to relocate back to Europe (Italy and France) where she enrolled in a Fashion school (what she obviously had passion for to begin with).
She had only returned to the country in February to begin her own fashion designing outfit. She had an office somewhere in Lekki and was due to feature in the forthcoming Arise Fashion week.
“I guess this explains why all your friends seemed to have lost contacts with you. Not even on Facebook,” I said.
Shrugging her shoulders she said, “I’m not really sure I had friends who would really have given a rat’s fuck about what happened to me you know!” in a more of a statement than questioning tone.
(yup, this is the ALI I know, never failed to use the F-word)
“Well, I did care. Guess that’s why I kept on asking Cindy about you until she spilled the beans.” I said.
She looked at me, searching my eyes to see if I meant what I had just said before changing the topic, “So, what flight are you on?”
“Enugu, but I’m actually heading to Obudu from there,” I replied.
“Awesome, obviously we’re on the same flight but I’m heading to Ogoja. The lady that nursed me as a baby is having her wedding, so I decided to honour her with my presence,” she replied.
(I wanted to add, “Oh! The lady that made a mess of her job?” but I knew better)
Just then, two good looking girls (describing them would take time, but they were seriously hot, at least by my standard) walked past us and she caught me staring at them and said, “That’s rude you know…” in more of a jealous than morality tone.
Now, while I am highly appreciative of feminine forms (slim girls, big breasts, flat stomach, long legs), I tried hard not to openly stare at women. Nonetheless, I couldn’t seem to help giving them a second and more detailed look as they took their seats not too far from us.
This perhaps didn’t go down well with Laura as her next question took me off guard. “You wanna Fuck those two girls?” she asked rather loudly, her tone betraying her facial expression that she was obviously angry. Knowing how to snub her, I picked my phone from the table and dialed Jude’s number, ignoring her question.
Jude: Dude what’s up? You don reach? I just dey leave Abakiliki now. In like 1hour 30mins time I go dey there. Raining heavily here so I can’t really move.
Me: Baba, I never move o. The rain dey here too sef. Was just calling to let you know the flight has been delayed. Thanks to the rainfall and bad weather.
Jude: When are you now expected to depart Lagos?
Me: Can’t say. But from the look of things, one should be expecting anytime from 6-8pm because all local flights are been delayed. And ever since it started raining, only some international flights have landed.
Jude: We’re looking at driving late into the night then. If e too late bro, na for us to lodge o. Don’t really fancy the late night highway driving thing.
Me: No wahala. I guess I’ll have to pay you now for the time wasting.
Jude: Get here safely first. Talk later abeg. I dey approach army check point.
Me: Ok boss. Thanks.
All the while I maintained eye contact with Laura, her eyes had almost become teary (which shocked me greatly).
“That’s the guy that’s meant to transfer me from the airport. You have anyone coming to pick you?” I said and asked, leaving her question hanging.
She looked at me for some seconds before managing to say calmly, “No, I had planned to charter a cab.”
“Not sure you’ll be needing any then. You could just join us,” I said, taking her right hand in mine and stroking it gently (while wondering why all the attitude).
She then calmed down. We went on to talk about my NYSC days, camp experience, my office and work, Dolapo (which made her frown again learning I worked for/under her). But in all, she never really revealed much about what happened to her.
By 6pm (dark already) local flights started landing and departing and by 6:15pm, we boarded our own plane.
To be continued…
***Flashback, my University***
Standing at 5ft5”, chubby, an unbelievable body with huge grape fruit-sized beauties standing out with youthful arrogance that always seemed to be trying to escape her chest due to the tight outfits she usually wore, an amazingly flat tummy despite being chubby, and with large juicy backstage, Laura was by far the hottest/sultriest girl in my class.
Added, Laura was by far one of the richest girls (or student from one of the wealthiest Akwa-Ibom families) in my department and faculty. Her beauty made her desirable and her (family) money made her wanted. She was the fancy of boys who were always willing to do her favours to the envy and displeasure of other girls. Laura also had two dreaded brothers and a cousin in the school. All these made Laura one of the biggest snobs that ever walked the buildings of my department and faculty.
Now Laura was/is also your perfect definition of beauty without brains (BWB). Hardly in class, missed quizzes and assignments but always passed.
Myself, I wasn’t exactly the hottest guy in class (with Nath, Charlie and Chucks fighting for that position), but I wasn’t (I’m still not) bad looking either. Standing at 6ft, dark athletic body which I tried to maintain by using a local gym in the back of my hostel, with (annoying) pink lips and no facial hair, I was by far the most popular guy in my department (after only the course rep) for my interpersonal communication among my departmental colleagues (this landed me an award during our department’s graduation dinner party)
Consciously, knowing who Laura was, I had always ignored her completely. I paid attention to everything/everyone around her but her which put me in her bad books.
Mc: Nathan and Cindy
Projector Operator: Nite Fury
Being one of the organizers of the department’s seminar presentation, I had presented my topic on day 1, was the Mc on day 2, and was in charge of the projector/slides on the final day 3.
Students presenting that day had all submitted their slides (Power Point presentations) to me, which I arranged serially according to Nathan’s list. One person was yet to show up, Laura.
The presentations were underway when I received a flash drive and a note from behind. It read:
“hey, my slide is the only doc inside, I’m next in line. Laura.”
I was like what-tha-fuck! No courtesy whatsoever.
Nath: Please put your hands together as we welcome on stage the next presenter, a true definition of beauty. Her voice pierces the most hardened heart, her smile makes angels cry. Give it up for Miss Abang Laura Idara.
(Meanwhile I quickly inserted her flash drive into my PC, with no time to preview the document, I opened the file just in time as she mounted the podium and grabbed the mic with her fans shouting “Go ALI! Go ALI! Go ALI!” while applauding)
In her usual style, she had chosen to dress differently from other girls who all wore Skirts and suits. She wore an ash coloured plain trouser, white top (which she tucked in neatly revealing her killer curves), an ash coloured frame chrome hearts glasses and a jacket the same colour as her trouser. She looked stunning. The 10 points for dressing was safely hers.
She began, “Good morning the Dean, the HOD, my able lecturers, members of staff, my fellow presenters and students present here.” She went on with her sultry voice and smiles, “My name is Abang Laura Idara, and I’m here to present a seminar on the topic, ‘The effects of Caffeine bla bla bla…’”
Once again, her fans and friends applauded shouting her initials ALI! ALI!
She went on (talking to me this time around), “Next slide please…”
I clicked to open her introduction page but nothing came up. I clicked ‘Next’ again, but still no show.
I was confused just as the coordinator of the seminar began to question me, “Mister Man, what’s going on?” I was just about to say she just sent me the flash drive with her slide a moment ago before she mounted the stage when she screamed at me with teary eyes.
“Fury! Where is my slide…what have you done to my slide? Oh my God! Fury, what’s wrong with you?” she broke down in tears.
I was like, “You just gave me this flash drive now and…”
“Shut up!” she blurted out, making sure she used the mic so everyone could hear her. Then I heard a voice from behind, “Oh boy, na wetin be ur problem sef, say you no like the girl mean say you go delete her slides?”
The hall went wild with arguments here and there. The coordinator now asked for silence and asked Cindy to call the next presenter and Chucks, who was in charge of the slides the previous day to take over from me. I was asked to leave the hall and to see the coordinator with Laura during the break.
Poor me. Who would believe this well dressed girl had actually sent in a slide presentation with only a front page or that with the tears in her eyes she was lying?
That was four years ago.
To be continued…