Tiwa The Therapist (Vol 1)

five: "...a quack!"

Five

"...a quack!"

"I'll guess," she cocked her brows and gave another dry smile that sent shivers down my spine. "You're offended by my honesty and the next thing you're probably going to say is that I have no right to teach you how to do your job. Right?" She dragged her "right?" And I stared at her for a couple of seconds before picking up the note in front of me. "Now I'm wondering what in hell you're jotting down there." She scoffed.

"Let's just say I'm, taking notes on how to be a better therapist?"  I reciprocated her dry smile and she didn't move a muscle.

"Yup," she squinted her eyes and sat up, "You are offended."

"I think you've begun to assume that everyone is your husband." I said with my eyes still glued on my note.

"What are you talking about?"

"Pardon me, I might be a fraud or whatever you think of me, but it's hard not to notice how you make certain sentences that seem to have been used on you by someone close and dear to you and judging from your strong and bold personality, I doubt you're facing daddy issues and more husband trauma."

She finally flinched.

"What sentences?"

"'Just another Lagos Fraud', Boujee, and most especially, the fact that you think you intimidate people."

"Wow! So, these are what? Evidences of my traumatizing marital experience?My God! You are even worse than I thought. You're a quack!"

"Now you seem to be the one taking offense Mrs Oh-gah-ji..."  I looked up e my note and smiled.

"Oh wow!" She shook her head in what appeared to be disbelief. "I'm offended by your unprofessionalism and inaccuracies, that's for sure!"

"And not the fact that your husband has probably used the words, quack, fake and Boujee on you countlessly?"

She paused for a brief second and her intake of oxygen filled the room. I smiled secretly.

"Where's the wine?"

"What?"

"It's been over an hour, where's the damned bottle?"

'Now you're digressing? When shit got real?'

"I'll just call my receptionist," I gave her my winning smile and for the first time, she averted my eyes.

The phone rang twice before Mosope's energetic voice was heard.

"I'll be with you shortly ma'am, I'm just fixing the ice in."

"Alright." I ended the call. "She'll be here in a minute."

"Great." She responded dryly as he eyes refused to leave the open Lekki bridge view of my office.

"Serene isn't it." I said in an attempt to break the ice.

"What?"

"The view?"

"What's serene about Lekki bridge?," She scoffed. "It's just overly expensive cars running around here and there and everywhere, filled with cheating husbands that should be at work."

"That's weirdly specific."

"Are you married?" She tore her eyes away from the road and landed them on mine.

"Not yet." I smiled.

"Engaged? Please be honest, I'm sure no one cares about your marital status so who the hell am I going to tell?"

I took a deep breath, "I literally just got off a phone call from my mother asking me to bring a man home, minutes before you came in."

"Ignore her. Everywhere."

"Who, my mother?"

"Yes! They are the real devils in a major makeover. Take it from me, I thought my mother was my bestie for the major part of my growing stage, up until my marriage and now we don't even say hello when we see each other at the supermarket."

"Wow!"

"Cold right?"