A Random Love Story

Chapter 3

Marshal packed in front of my hall. I was glad nobody was passing by, the last thing I want is people seeing me alight Marshal's car. I thanked him and was about to get off when he held my hand. I looked back at him.

"take care of the bruise okay? If you don't, it would give an ugly scar" he said handling me a white plastic bag. I looked into it and it contained a balm and pain relievers. Aww, so sweet, I thought.

"thank you Marshal" I smiled

"since you're smiling, may I have your number?"  I dint say anything

"please, I promise I won't bug your phone" he begged making a funny face.

"fine!" I said and he quickly brought out his phone and handed it to me , I put in my digits and he dint even save it first as he called me instantly

"just in case you gave me a wrong number" he said and I laughed, bringing out my phone to show his incoming call.

"great! Save my number" he said and I nodded

"done" I said

"let me see what you saved it as" he said and I showed him

"just Marshal? ... no emoji?" he asked

"I can delete it then"

"ahn ahn obinrin!" (Girls) he said and I laughed

"abeg abeg" (Please Please)

"I promise you, it would either be saved as love of your life soon or husband or papi" he said

"lol, if wishes were horses... keep dreaming boo"

"hey, that's a start, call me boo again"

"bye Marshal. Thank you for the ride and the drug" I smiled and got off. I watched him drive off and went in my hostel.

"Tami!" Ese ran to me as soon I entered the room

"Ese, you really need to be calming down" I said dropping on my bed

"did Marshal just drop you?"

She asked and I raised myself up

"how do you know that was him?"

"I told you, I've been stalking the guy, he's hot and popular and that's his new car"

"wow. Okay"

"so na Marshal dey chop your work low key?" she asked and I rolled my eyes

"Tchew, No 'how are you' , 'what happened to you last night'? instead you want to know why Marshal was dropping me off"

"abeg! Sheybi you are fine now , wetin concern me concern that one? Gist me joor" she said (What has that got to do with me?)

"wo free me. He helped me last night, it was late, I couldn't come back to the hostel. End of story. Can you get up now?"

"nawa o. sha small small, no make that boy do you nonsense o. you're worth more." She said and stood up. (do not let him have his way with you anyhow)

"and why do you say so?"

"come on, it's Marshal. He might be seeing you just as a fling" she said as she laid on her bed

She was not right. The Marshal I slept with last night dint give that vibe. But then, she could be right also. I sighed in frustration.