PS; To those complaining that the story isnt well arranged,well this story has already been made into a book,so I have to edit and merge pages together which isnt so easy for me...just doing it because I have promised...so please dont compile the srress for me...just read and ignore the faults...thanks... ********* Dear Future Husband _ Tomi Adesina Episode 4 Tola hurried off to her office. “Kemi, please I would be out for lunch, if I have any messages, kindly take them down.” Kemi nodded. “Ma’am, you had a call when you went to see Mr. Asolo. It came from Mr. Scott.” Tola sighed. “I have told him never to call the office again.” She murmured and pushed her door open. She grabbed her phone and immediately dialed Tolu Scott. “Tolu, why did you call the office?” “You weren’t answering your calls, Tola. I had no choice.” She took a deep breath. “What is it? I told you I would see you later after work.” “Tola, I need money.” She snarled. “Of course, Money! Is that all I am good for? You always need Money!” Tolu raised his voice. “Is it my fault that I am unemployed? If it weren’t for my current state, would I call you to ask for money?” Tola was really a softie. “Okay, how much?” “Erm…#50,000 would do, it’s a bit urgent. So, maybe you should just wire it quickly.” Tola clenched her fist. “I am very busy. I would have someone do it later in the afternoon.” “I want it today.” He said, and hung up. Tola held her head. “He always wants money! Like I am his moneybag or something? Oh…God.” Tola and Tolu Scott had been dating for years. He is handsome, tall, fair-skinned and wellbuilt. A very attractive man, but Tolu had a snag, he saw Tola as his personal purse. Her last boyfriend was a lot like him, he loved money to a fault and Tola was as ‘generous’ as ever. She had six zeroes every month behind a solid number which increased gradually. He always had the need for money and Tola dished it out until she complained and he ran away. But she really did love Tolu and even when she felt like giving up, she just couldn’t quit. She really was unlucky. Tola pulled up at Soul Lounge and stepped in. She spoke to the attendant and he pointed to where Wole Briggs was seated. “Good afternoon, Mr. Briggs He smiled. “Always on time, I like that.” He said, and helped her to a seat. “Thank you for having lunch with me.” The waiter came over and took their order. Tola ordered only a drink. “Don’t make me feel bad, Tola. I just want to do business with you.” She nodded. “Business? Then why don’t we stick to business, and you deal with appropriate persons, if you had anything to do, you could have seen the other guys in the Firm, why me? And why do you always have to involve Mr. Asolo?” “He is my father’s friend. I figured he could easily help me.” She shrugged. “You have never had to work for anything, have you?” “Yes. I have always worked to make sure that my life goes on just the way I want it.” He replied, with a sly grin. She hissed. “You are so full of yourself. I may not have all the money in the world but I can’t be bought. If it is business you want, then let’s deal. I don’t like wasting time.” “I admire your guts, Tola.” He said and sipped his drink. “You are always throwing my love back in my face; most ladies would kill to have your opportunity.” Tola laughed mockingly. “Really? I had no idea that you knew so much about love. You are proud, stupid and rich, no one can love you. They only want your money, honey.” She replied. He blinked and turned his face away. “Am I stupid?” She nodded with a smile. “You are, my dear.” “Thanks. We would talk later.” He said, dropped some money and walked out. Tola watched him walk out and smiled. *** I stopped at the grocery store. “Old Rodger!” I called as I walked in. Old Rodger ran the store. He had a smile for everyone and he had read some of my articles, he said he loved my work. I didn’t see him at the stand so I walked inside the store. “Old Rodger.” I called. “Eh…where are you going?” I turned round to see a young man staring at me. “Yeah…where are you going?” “I want to see Old Rodger.” I said, dumbly He smiled. “Here’s young Rodger.” I squeezed my eyeballs. “Dad is not around, he is a bit sick.” “Really?” I stared at him. He was wearing an Apron. “Come over here.” He said, and walked away. I followed him. “Are you Old Rodger’s son?” He turned at me with a grimace. “Of course…I am sorry, you said, ‘Dad’.” “Ms., what can I help you with?” he asked. He stood in front of the fruit stand. “They are fresh and I bet you would love them.” I nodded. “I would have some of these and some of those….” I said, pointing at the stand. “Is that all?” he asked, packing them up. I shook my head. “No, maybe some potatoes and vegetables too” “I don’t have all day, please try to be brisk.” He said, with a frown. I shot at him. “Hey, I am your customer, you asked a question and I responded. If you are not happy working, you should quit.” “What do you know?” he replied, and walked away to get some potatoes. “Anything else?” bill?” I shook my head. “You are rude! Pack them up.” I said. He murmured as he put them into bags. “Stop murmuring, will you?” I shouted, angrily. He stamped his foot. “I am not in the mood, okay?” “Try not to rub your moods on others.” I said, as I grabbed the bag. “How much is my He ran his eyes through my body and I had to look at it myself. “#3,500” he said, hastily. I scoffed. “So you assess people before you bill them? You really have a horrid habit.” I said, fumbling with my purse. I handed him four clean #1,000 notes. I would have given Old Rodger the rest as a tip, but for his son, I would gladly collect the balance.He dashed into the tiny office and returned with the balance. “Here” He said, stretching out a Five Hundred Naira note at me. I collected the change and bumped into Old Rodger as I attempted to leave. “Old Rodger!” I said, with some joy. “I thought you were sick.” He nodded and moved aside. He puffed his pipe carefully. “I couldn’t stay at home anymore, my customers are not pleased with this kid, he’s a pain.” He said, pointing towards the direction where his son was standing, but he had now disappeared into the tiny office. Old Rodger smiled. “Henry is really something else.” He said, and helped himselfto his seat. He stretched his cane out and sighed. “Did he treat you right?” I wasn’t about to answer that and add to Henry’s troubles. I smiled in response. Rodger scoffed. “Kim, I know he has an effect on ladies with his cute face and masculine body and all, but you should report him when he errs.” I stared at Rodger. Now that he mentioned it, I had ignored Henry’s gorgeous looks due to his attitude. A bad attitude really takes you nowhere! “I would be off now, Old Rodger. Do take care of yourself, you should probably get some more rest and stop smoking that thing.” I said, pointing at his pipe. “I can’t stop.” He called back laughing. I smiled and pushed the door open. “See you later.” *** Old Rodger coughed. His cough had worsened and the Pipe wasn’t going to help, yet he wouldn’t budge. “Henry.” He called. Henry came out of the office. “Dad, she provoked me. She won’t make up her mind at once.” Old Rodger picked his cane and stroked Henry’s arm. “And the same with every other customer?” Henry shrugged. “No lectures today, right? You are in your finals. Try to take things more serious and maturely.” Henry nodded. “Aye Aye, Captain!” he saluted. His father hissed. “Dad, I think you should go home, I am really capable of running this show you know What show? My shop isn’t a club. I make money from here to take care of you.” Henry rolled his eyes. “Technically, I didn’t mean it is a show, it is a short way of saying things, Dad. You really are out-dated, you won’t understand.” Rodger nodded and stroked him harder with the cane. Henry jumped back, rubbing his arm. “Good for me. At least, my generation taught me to have manners. I respect everyone even Ms. Kim, not like you, who can’t respect anyone.” Henry scoffed. “Come on, Dad!” he replied, fetching himselfa seat. “That lady isn’t the reason for this attack, is she?” he asked. His father sighed. “Are you through with your special project work?” “No, Dad. I am taking aids from those Kim Banks articles. I wish I could meet the lady someday. I need her to assist me on a lot of things, else I won’t be able to import some ideas and it would be a shame because those articles are rich.” Old Rodger burst into a mocking laugh. Henry stared at him. “What, Dad?” Rodger continued laughing. He eventually stopped and poured himself some liquor. “You just met Kim Banks.” He replied. *** I emptied the groceries into baskets and stocked them in the kitchen. Ever since we started living together, it had become a point of duty for me; I also had to handle the cooking, except for Saturdays when we cooked together and Sundays when we ate out. I enjoyed helping out, but I really did wish that I had a real job. I am the youngest of us, Tola Matthews is 27, Ini is 24, she would be 25 in a few weeks, and well you know my age, but I would be 22 in July, I was hoping that I would be settled in my field by then. My phone rang. I stared at the home screen, it was Ben. I ignored the call. As I washed in the sink, water dripped from the broken pipe. “Ah…” I sighed and left for the store. I fetched some plumbing tools and a new pipe, all I had to do was to change the pipe. •••Sheyifunmi•••
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