Mike sat gloomily on the arm chair, tapping his shoes on the marble floor continuously. It's been two weeks since his arrival and he no longer feel strange, he felt homely and comfortable. Though the weather is something for him to fuss about, he still loves the fact that Nigeria now feels like a place he could stay forever.
He waited for Martins who supposedly should be there fifteen minutes ago. Not like he could do anything about his lack of punctuality, Martins remains his boss no matter what.
Mike downed the remaining drink in the glass, taking a side look at his wrist watch. What took him so long, he wondered.
Two weeks of being home without making any progress with Samantha, despite that she was the sole reason for his coming back.
It started on the day he saw a business friend of his dad on the CNN news, reported to have moved his manufacturing company to Nigeria.
"Dad, don't you think this is a good idea?" he'd asked his father.
"What is?" his father replied him with a disinterest and he knew not to push it further.
If he could succeed with convincing his dad, then he'll be happy with working and being with the woman he loves, he'd pondered.
And here he is, thinking if coming home made any huge difference in their relationship. Of course he liked her, just like then. The same things that intrigued him about her personality was still there, unaltered. Yet, something don't seem right.
He shoved a hand into his pocket and brought out the necklace he got that day, still wondering if he did the right thing by not giving it to her. Lunch that day didn't go as expected, it was fordid, if he could say the truth. Yes, they had fun, a lot of gists and jests. She would point to a random thing and make a sassy comment about it. He adored her eloquence and charm as her beautiful lips twists with every utterance.
But how could she have forgotten my favourite snack?
The thought surmounts again for the umpteenth time since it happened. He tried hard to get rid of it, but the hurt couldn't stop it from being pervasive.
Hotdog!
Just as simple as that. And it couldn't stick to her mind, despite that he typed it to her more than any other words, he'd always told her about how much he wished to have his hotdogs with her laying on his lap, and her dazing eyes would make it all marvelous. Yet, she forgot it all.
What bothers him was if the forgetfulness came from her low wit, or he just don't mean so much to her, and he wasn't of a paramount importance. He felt disappointed instead of hurt, but he couldn't stop wallowing in the fact that after all this years of intimate chats and subtle confessions, he was still nothing to her.
All was a waste of time, he'd concluded. The stress, the longing, the feelings, in the end yields nothing. He played with the pearl pendant on the necklace and sighed heavily.
He shouldn't give it to her yet, he needed to be sure of it, he told himself and placed it back to the former position.
"Stop it Mike. It's just your best snack why are you making a big deal out of it? You should know I have much things in my head than trying to memorise the snack you love best."
Samantha's frivolous retort echoed in his head and he felt so pained and down. She made it sound like forgetting things about him was the easiest thing she could do. Which hurt him most because he never forget anything she told him, not for once.
Vague slow steps from afar disrupted his thoughts and he looked up to see Martins with his deadly grin that only piqued Mike's annoyance.
Mike kept a furious gaze on him as his cheek widened, looking all good in his armani suit. It's his serious businessman-like demeanor, which make him ook like a tycoon that got Anderson interested in him.
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