In The Spirit Of Christmas #Wattys2016

DEC 1st

Edited

Omolade stood still at the little gate leading to the ice skating rink.
Her elder sister had already run off with her husband as. and the both of them skated whilst laughing with other skaters. A sizable amount of individuals were present, skating gloriously to the song blaring through the speakers and they looked so happy.
She slowly looked at the ice skating shoe which she clung by the lace and wondered why ice skating was such a good idea an hour ago as they left the house.
Maybe because she thought it would be as easy as she saw it in the movies back home in Nigeria, but now she was here in London and had no idea how to skate.

Omolade shook her head at the scene before her "No! There is no way I am entering this rink."

She turned quickly unaware of the young man that was just approaching and bumped right into him.

"Err..." she shuffled to her feet but slipped and fell again on the smooth surface of the floor.

"Hey" the young man said reaching out to help her up when the back of her head collided with his jaw the same instant she tried to get up.

"Ouch!" they both screamed in pain, this time far apart to avoid further accidents. Omolade rubbed her head gingerly as it throbbed. It felt like his tooth had sunk into her skull and she checked over and over again for a lost tooth. When she didn't feel any lost tooth or feel any blood, she looked up apologetically at the person she had just assaulted.

"Are you okay?" He asked her.

"Ehh..." she stuttered. " Urrm....yeah?"

"Okay? You don't sound sure." The young man chuckled and looked at her worriedly.

She was taken! Right before her was a handsome young gentleman in a big brown coat he was wearing that had furs at the collar.

"I should check that out, you might have hit your head badly" he said more concerned for her than his jaw that he thought had shifted from it's original position.

He moved closer to her by two steps and
she finally looked up into his eyes dark brown and warm and he held her gaze as though peering into her soul.

"Okay you must have had a concussion" he said again peering down at her now, totally concerned for the petite beautiful girl before him.

"Err...sorry what did you say?" she finally asked reality dawning on her.

"I said a lot of things."  He wrinkled his nose and tightened his mouth in amusement.

"Well, I am sorry I missed everything you said." Omolade said coming short of an excuse.

He chuckled and shook his head "are you sure you don't want to check your head out? I could drive you to a hospital"

"Oh! No." she flipped her left hand at him to brush off the suggestion "that would be unnecessary, I am fine. I feel fine" she finally added.

"Sure?" he asked again, unsure of why he was feeling so generous to the young lady when he had promised not to again to any lady.

"Yes I am thank you" she said and immediately regretted it. Maybe it wouldn't be bad to talk to the handsome guy after all. But after the series of embarrassment she thought it wise to leave.

"She didn't even apologize" he thought to himself as he made his way to the rink.

"Hey!" she called back and he turned in response. "Thank you and I am really sorry for any pain I might have inflicted" at this point, she lowered her head shyly.

He nodded before he turned and retreated as did she.
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"I told you before, you might never see him again in your life why does it even bother you?"

"Because" Omolade rolled her eyes at Ore her sister "he was so perfect and calm about the whole situation, but I on the other hand looked like... like..."

"An imbecile?" her sister suggested.

"Yes! How did you guess?"

"Because" Ore gazed outside her window absentmindedly "you've told us that over five times since we left the rink"

Dapo, Ore's husband chuckled softly from behind the wheels before he looked at Omolade through the rear mirror "don't you worry about that. You over think things too much! Am sure he thought you were cute"

"Cute? That was what that man back in Nigeria said." Omolade cried out.

"See who is bringing up the man today. If I were the one, all the snow that has fallen would melt at your displeasure"

"Please... can we just..." Omolade started but was cut off by Ore.

"Am not saying what mum did was good but she had good intentions for you and you should probably call her. You have been in London for a week now and you have not spoken to mum"

"She's trying to marry me off to that 35 years old man and I am what? Just 25. Just look at who they want me to spend the rest of my life with?" She unlocked her phone and found his picture.

"He is not that bad seriously and you haven't even met him. He might just be a sweet guy you know" Ore said absently, rubbing her big belly. She was eight months and 3 weeks gone already and just in a few weeks, her baby would be arriving this world. She smiled to herself before she turned to her younger sister.

"I don't need to meet him" Omolade snapped. "Why do people think they can just fix someone for me the way they have been deciding my life. Marriage is the one thing I get to decide for myself. I want to meet someone myself and fall in love I want to experience the thrill for myself okay?"

"And why can't you experience it with this guy? What's name again..." Ore thought.

"Please don't even mention his name" Omolade shrieked which caused Dapo to laugh.

"Ah ha" Ore raised a finger  like someone who had finally gotten an answer "Kolade! Why can't you experience all that with him"

"I am not attracted to him"

Ore rolled her eyes again "attraction goes beyond physical looks you know"

"I haven't seen any attractive in him."

"Maybe because you haven't even met him?" Ore snapped in frustration and got a look from her husband.

"Whose side are you on anyway?" Omolade raised her voice to match her sister's"

"Am not taking sides" Ore said nonchalantly again "I just think you are being childish about this whole thing! You have to get your nose out of those romance books you stick your nose in and face reality. Lade, things do not happen the way they do in those stupid novels of yours"

Omolade could feel her blood boil and those same glittering feeling that sent her running from Nigeria returned. She shut her eyes as she tried to calm down.

"Baby " Dapo warned "I think you should let her be, don't go sending her away under this bad weather because the next thing will be trying to fill a missing person form. At least that is what happened in Nigeria before we saw her at our door step"

Omolade was glad Dapo saw reasons with her because she was already calculating how much she had left to spare from her savings to travel to Canada and stay with her other elder sister Bolanle.

"Let her get what she really wants, after all you got yours. It's only fair to her" Dapo continued.

"But baby I don't want her to miss an opportunity just because she is expecting some fairy tale.

"I am not expecting some fairy tale Ore! This is not my guy!"

"Fine! But..."

"No buts please Ore. Just drop it I am already pissed off" Omolade said taking a short breath to calm herself.

She settled back in her seat at the back of the Mercedes Benz her sister's husband drove and thought about the whole event of the day. Maybe she should have just stayed home in the first place.