romoke,a story by swankmee

Romoke ,episode 5,by swankmee


"Romoke.... Wake up" opening my eyes, I felt
that the bed am sleeping on is far more
comfortable than the one in the village, slowly
trying to adapt to the features of the modern
room, I sat up to look at my dear friend. She was
already dressed for work,
"Romoke, we need to talk ". She sat on the bed
and faced me. " look.... This is the 4th month
since we left the village to the city and there is
no how you can work with a secondary school
certificate here"..... I looked through the window
as so many thoughts raced through my mind,
was she going to send me back to the
village...... Ohh my God! I quickly knelt down to
beg her "Bola.. Please don't send me back to the
village" I clung to her legs with hot tears
brimming down my eyes. "haba... Romoke I can't
send you back, my dad said I should ask you if
you went to secretariat school" I opened my
eyes, "yes... I went to secretariat school" she
smiled at me and stood up to take her office bag
"my dad told me he would talk to a friend of his
who needs a secretary in his company"
"ahhh Bola, God bless you.... Thank you very
much"... I said and hugged her she smiled at me
again "it's okay Romoke see you when I get
back, and I left some money in the drawer you
should try to go to the boutique at the end of the
street and get some nice clothes for yourself"
with that she walked out of the room, I was
happy I couldn't even contain my joy, God has
really been faithful to me since I got to the city I
needed to take my bath so as to rush to the
boutique, I took off my clothes and wrapped
myself in a towel and grabbed a bucket to fetch
water outside but I bumped into someone.
"oops! Gud morning "..... It was Bola's fiance
Emma, I stared at him again he was looking good
this morning, he is fair, tall and has a nice
physique and devilishly handsome am sure he
deceives lots of ladies with his looks of course I
never liked Emma since I met him because he
flirts with everything in skirt and Bola doesn't
seem to bother about that as she practically
worships him. He stared at me and smiled
curving his broad mouth, I was already feeling
uncomfortable as this was already his attitude of
barging into the room.
"gud morning, well Bola just left for work "
" ohkay... So what about her dad? " he was still
staring at me and constantly smacking his lips "
he has gone to work too".... He dipped his hand
into his pocket and brought some few wads of
crisp cash in the denomination of #1000, "take
this" he offered me... "no thank you... Look what
do you want your girlfriend is not around". He
smiled again, I hope this guy is not mad? I
thought again I was angry he was practically
stripping me with his eyes "leave this room this
very minute!" I shouted. He quickly left the door
post saying "alryt... Pretty... I will definitely
come back for you" he winked at me and left. I
sighed again Bola is really trying., I quickly
rushed to fetch my water before Emma will
come back again. *******
The job interview in my new place of work went
on well at the Emmanuel textile industry. The
industry is a very big and popular one know both
in Nigeria and abroad. I heard it was owned by
one Mr Emmanuel Jacobs before he handed over
to his son. Bola's dad is Mr Emmanuel's close
friend since secondary school. I underwent
another month training as a secretary and was
paid well every month as I had already spent 3
months in the office and every thing was moving
well with me the intercom buzzed again bringing
me to reality, I was supposed to type and submit
a document under an hour to the CEO as his
secretary took a month leave and I was to
replace her whenever the CEO needed his work
done, so I left my desk to his secretary's desk to
answer the intercom. "am I on to miss Romoke
Ogunjobi" I was nervous "yes.... Yes sir" I
stammered
"good.... This is Adekunle Jacobs... You should
bring the document straight to my office okay?
"yesss sir ".... He hung up. Wow his voice sounds
beautiful
" Romoke.... bawo ni? " I was brought back from
my imagination by the calabar man that worked
at the accounts department. I focused on what I
was doing before I felt a cold mouth on my
cheeks.
" Edet.... What is it? You can see am busy " I
snapped,
" ahnahn... My love what is it now " I eyed him,
he was always calling me different names like"
sweet potato "my honey pie", just to let me know
that he loves me, and no matter how loud I shout
at him he never gets offended. Look baby am
going for lunch. What should I get you" of course
I never slack when it gets to this moment, he
strolled round my table as I pouted my mouth,
since he doesn't want to leave me, I will use him
then.
"hmm.... Anything" I replied again, this time I
didn't see it coming, he kissed me fully on the
lips.
"wow.... Swit lips.. I will get you anything dear "
he turned and left, I was angry because he had
no respect for me. I quickly rounded up my
assignment and rose up to go to the CEO's
office...
...." look I love you Ade, let's do this here and
now plsss"...
"look.... Please leave Dara this is an office for
crying out loud... Have some decency".
"ohh see who is talking about decency here Ade!!
You keep rejecting me all the time why!"
Romoke heard the voices from within and she
knew she heard that of her boss.... Just then the
door opened a beautiful fair lady on a black
trouser and a crop top with a nude heels stormed
out of the office with a tear streaked face, the
lady had an aura of class as well as beauty
around even though she is smallish she was
quiet packaged....
"ohh... You nitwit!! You've been standing here
the whole time listening to our conversations
right! You common LovePeddler!..." I was lost all
I could say was "I beg your pardon" and the next
thing I saw was a hand that slapped my cheeks.
"what's wrong with you! "Ade said as the
beautiful fair lady walked away with the sound of
her heels" cla-cla-cla" registered in my brain and
made me realize....
That I was just slapped.... What! And I let her off
without a fight... I was disappointed in myself
"look my dear am deeply sorry about this, please
come into the office "
I smiled at least seeing the CEO's face calmed
me down as I went into the office with him.
VI
" look Martha, it's high time you make him fall
into your trap.... Okay so that you start that
business I told you about". Martha's friend who
is also a trader in the Market rounded up her
gist. She is in her late 20s but is already looking
too old as a result of too much toiling and
unnecessary stress. Martha shook her head and
thanked her friend "Blessing you know Edo babes
no dey carry last. No worry yourself hin Mata na
small thing" she smiled at her friend again and
gathered her things to go "ehnn Martha what of
Theophilus ?" Theophilus is a mechanic and he is
also Martha's boyfriend the smile from Martha's
lips suddenly disappeared and she turned sad.
"Martha what is it nw...?"
"can you believe that...... That bastard got me
pregnant and he left me to sort it out ". Tears
trickled down her face.
" it's okay my friend..... Hmm I have an idea "...
" what is it " Martha asked cleaning her eyes.
" come here... You know the walls have ears"
she whispered into Martha's ear and suddenly
she shouted "eeh!" Blessing looked at her with
disgust "what is it?... Why are you shouting in my
shop"
Martha suddenly stood up to leave "Blessing I
can't do that o! Haba" she shook her head and
began To pack bags, blessing eyed her and
watched her leave then she suddenly shouted at
her "Martha.... Don't come to my shop again o!"
Martha hissed and continued walking till she got
out of the market and tried locating her boss
driver that brought her had packed. She later
saw him under the tree in the car, he was talking
to an orange seller. Martha shook her head, "abi
this one has fallen into his trap?" she laughed
"Timo!...... Come open boot abeg! ", he
continued talking for some minutes before he
squeezed something into the orange seller's
hand, then he winked at Martha before opening
the boot and they drove off

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