Joel walked into the living room buttoning up his shirt as he walked, a hair comb was hanging in his hair. He seemed to be in a rush as he tried to do everything at once.
“You dey go out?” His cousin, Ike asked from where he was lying on the couch.
“Yeah, I am going to the hospital.” He replied.
“But you just came back this morning, aren’t you done with your Samaritan act?” Ike queried.
“As at when I left, she wasn’t awake, hopefully she will be by now.”
“To what end? Is it so she can thank you?” Ike asked.
“No, just that it doesn’t make any sense if I just drop her and take off. And like I told you, the lady has a story and I want to hear it.” Joel explained.
“Okay, just go with your key.” With this, Ike buried his face into the pillow. That was enough to tell Joel that the conversation was over.
“See you later bro.” He said as he left the apartment.
Once he was outside the apartment, he started to walk down the street, hoping he would encounter a stray bike which would hasten his arrival at the bus stop. But so far, there hasn’t been any stray unoccupied bike and that means a ten to fifteen minutes walk to the bus stop.
“Hi.” A feminine voice greeted.
“Hello.” Joel replied stopping in his tracks as he waited for the young lady to catch up.
“Good morning sir.” She greeted with a bow.
Out of reflex and to be sure, he checked his watch. It was a little past 11AM.
“Good morning ma.” He replied according her the same respect.
“Sir, I am a stranger in this neighborhood and my car broke down. It seems like a minor fault, but I don’t know who to call.”
That was when Joel remembered walking past a ash colored Toyota Camry XLE(Muscle) and a damsel standing next to it.
Even though he had theoretical knowledge of how to fix some basic faults in Toyota cars, he has never practiced on a real car. But seeing a damsel in distress, it appears his calling is helping damsels in distress.
“Let’s go.” He said as they both began to walk back towards the car.
“I hope you won’t be late to where you were going?” She asked.
“No, it’s nowhere serious.” Joel replied.
When they got to the car, the first thing noticed was the balance of the car on a tarred road which is neither sloppy nor steeply. “Ma’am, it appears you have a flat tyre.” He announced.
“Seems so.” She replied with a sly smile. “I had to fake a small fault because I couldn’t bring myself to tell you I have a flat.” She added.
“I don’t expect you to be able to fix a tyre.” Joel replied. “I hope you have a spare?” He asked.
“It’s in the trunk. Let me open it for you.” She replied as she opened the driver’s side to automatically open the car trunk.
Joel removed his shirt as he got to work.
“You don’t expect me to be able to fix a tyre. I’m sensing some male superiority.” She said moments later.
“No offense, but not every woman can fix a tyre.” Joel replied. “Are you a feminist?”
“Every woman should be a feminist.” The lady replied with a chuckle. “But I’m just a lawyer.” She added.
“I’m Evelyn by the way.” She said.
Ten minutes later, Joel was done fixing the spare tyre.
“Here is water to wash your hands.” She handed him a bottle of water which she had bought while he worked.
“Thanks. Could you please pour some on my hands.” He requested giving the bottle back to her.
Moments later, he was ready to leave. “Since I cut short your journey, why not let me drive you to the bus stop to ease your stress.” She requested.
On a normal day, Joel would have rejected such request, but looking how shinny the sun was, the work and expertise he put into getting her car fixed, he knew he had earned it. He hopped into the passenger seat and slowly, she eased the car back unto the road.
The car stereo came back alive as American singer, Adele’s Rolling in the deep was playing.
“ There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it’s bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear…” Joel sang along quietly.
“Never would have figured you for an Adele fan?” She asked.
“Rolling in the deep is a classic.” Joel replied.
The drive to the bus stop was an interesting one as they argued about their respective favorite music artistes.
Turns out they both love rap music, but while Joel is a fan of Remy Ma, Evelyn is a fan of Nicki Minaj. To drive his point home, he kept on dropping lines from Remy Ma’s ‘ShETHER’ a Nicki Minaj diss.
“Drop me here.” He said when they got to the junction.
“I wish this conversation will never end.” She said as she slowly brought the car to a halt.
“Same here, but there is always another time.” He replied.
She dipped her hand into her handbag as she pulled out of bunch of cards. “Here is my card. Call me.” She said as she handed her complimentary card to him.
“I will.” He replied as he alighted. “Don’t forget to fix your deflated tyre. So you have a spare.” He added.
She waited another minute staring at his figure as he walked through the crowd, all rushing for the BRT. With a smile plastered on her face, she drove off.
St. Paulsen hospital
Melania was seated on the bed inside the emergency ward of the hospital, her friends, Amina and Victoria were seated beside her, each holding one of her hands.
“How are you feeling now?” Amina asked.
“Much better, but light headed.” She replied.
“Sorry.” They said in unison.
“By the way, how did you guy know I am here?” Melania asked. “And the nurse mentioned some young man.”
“A guy called and referred us here even though he had left before we came here this morning.” Victoria replied.
“We wanted to come yesterday, but he assured us that you were safe and he is gonna keep watch over you.” Amina added.
“Wow! A stranger?” Melania thought aloud.
“What do you remember?” Tori asked.
“Some guys gossiping about me and me trying to school them, then I lost my balance and a pair of strong hands grabbed me.” Melania recounted the events from the previous day.
“Good afternoon and welcome to hip TV’s celebrity gossip weekly.” The beautiful face a TV show host popped up on the flat screen TV on the wall. “Today we have line up quite a number of news and gist, but hottest and most interesting of them all is the engagement of oil magnate, Raymond J….”
Tori grabbed the remote control and switched off the TV.
“Why would you do that?” Melanie asked.
“Cos your story may still be discussed.” Tori replied.
“I am not a celeb.” Melania replied.
“Don’t mind her, Raymond got engaged yesterday.” Amina replied.
“Are you serious?” Melania asked. “To who?”
“That witch called Natasha.” Amina replied.
“Seriously, men are scum. After everything that happened in Abuja?” Melania asked.
Just then a knock sounded on the door. “Come in.” Melenia said and immediately, the door was pushed opened and a cute face appeared.
“Hi, may I come in?” The cute guy asked.
“Come in.” Melania replied.
The tall and well built guy walked in. From his appearance, one could tell he is not rich, judging from the quality of his clothes.
“I’m glad to see you are okay now.” He said to Melania as he stopped beside her bed with a smile.
“Were you the one who….?” She asked with an expectant look on her face. One who would be disappointed if he said no.
“Yes, I was the one.” Joel replied.
Out of nowhere, Melania, threw herself on him as she enveloped him in a tight hug. “Thank you very much, this means a lot to me. I really appreciate.” She said.
He could feel his heartbeat increasing.
Why was he nervous?
To be continued