painful pleasure ,a story by kahab

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The Painful Pleasure
.
EPISODE 3
Since they all came before me, i just had to
wait till they are
done with theirs.
I sat down with the other four people on a
long bench. “How
much is the registration?” I asked the young
girl sitting next
to me (who looked quite pretty), “good
afternoon” she
answered. “Please pardon my manners, that
should have
been my line.” I said to her. She answered
and said, “No
problem anyway, i didn’t mean it that way, i
just greeted you
because i felt i had to, there is no big deal.
Anyway, the guy
said the registration is 1000 naira with
printing.”
The price seemed quite much, but i didn’t
want to create a
seen or be a nuisance since that’s what all
others paid. So
while we were waiting, i just enjoyed a
conversation with
that pretty young girl beside me.
Me: So you are here to do your registration
too?
Girl: Obviously, what else would i be doing
in a cafe?
Me: You could be trying to browse the
internet or
something.
Girl: So if that’s what I’m here for, will i be
waiting for those
guys to be through with their registration?
Me: That’s true (nodding my head in
agreement ), since we
started talking, you’ve only asked questions.
So, should i call
you miss question?
Girl: You don’t have to call me that, because
i have a name
(smiling).
Me: So with this your beauty, your name
must be princess.
Girl: (Blushing) Don’t wine me joor.(now
smiling like
sobosobo) I’m not princess o, I’m Sandra.
So what’s your
name, Prince?
Me: Prince ke, my name is Dapo o. Its nice
meeting you
(stretching my hands to shake her)
Sandra: The pleasure is mine (shaking hands
with me). .
We talked on and on, and she told me that
she was admitted
to study philosophy. I waited until it was my
turn, then I did
my registration. Sandra left and waved me,
“see you in
school” she said. i waved her back, and she
smiled from
afar. It was when i saw that smile that it
occurred to me that
i should have asked for her number. But it
was too late, she
had gone already. “I may never see her
again.” I said to
myself. I just forgot about her since we have
more than
25,000 people in OAU.
I finished my registration and went back
home, preparing
for school.
What happened next? Find out in Episode 4.

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