Where It Leads

Chapter two

PEACE'S POV

I have being gazing at the ceiling lost in my own thought when i heard my phone ring. Glancing at the caller's id, i smiled to myself  picking it up;

"Hello peace" she says "well if not my famous mad woman" was my reply.
"how are you? I got the news that you are in Lagos so gist me have you gotten a job yet? She cheers
"am sorry judy to disappoint but i will have to call off your cheerfulness this morning cos i wouldn't call this a job" came my reply as i turn to right side of my bed clutching the phone to my ear with my right hand beneath me, hugging a pillow to myself with the other.

"you would still have to start from there till you get something better to do. You know, i miss you and am glad you are in lagos now, you have more opportunities here trust me" she reasons.
I have heard that quote many times since i arrived here and am growing tired of it i thought to myself.
"Babe!" judy screams from the phone i couldn't help but say "why on earth are you screaming like a frustrated mad woman?
"because just as yourself you are once again lost in your own thoughts while am here on the phone with you. How is your aunt and her family?" she asks. fine was the only reply she got from me.
"sweety, i know i might not help with most things you need but know that i am here for you, you can always reach out okay. And you are a strong girl i know you would pull through and make sure you get yourself a boyfriend"
"judy, thanks for checking up on me. Perhaps we can meet up one of these days"
"bye gal" she replies and hung up.

I turn around keeping my phone i lie on my back with my hand behind my head i stare upwards as i sigh to myself.
Now you might ask why am in Lagos and not Akwa Ibom state.
I returned from home and resumed, working as a tutor for two wonderful kids. I have been doing well for 3months till their father decided that unless i give him the cookie, then my work is done for. I had one option, which is to leave. I miss the kids though. Come to think of it, what is wrong with men of nowadays? Their wife's cookie isn't enough for them rather they still go out. I know he is a wealthy man, a petroleum Engineer who goes offshore, however, that is not what i want for myself that is if i actually want to date again. But in case i change my mind, I don't want to be in hiding, i want someone who would be proud calling me his and have eyes for me alone i thought smirking to myself, have his sexy ways, maybe not every lady's man as i don't want competition.
Yes, i came here for my uncles wedding as am one of his brides maids and ended up telling my aunties that am jobless at the moment, one gave me an opportunity to take accounts in her husband's establishment. Hesitantly, i went back to Akwa Ibom to think about it, i found out nothing could keep me there again, i packed up and came here to start life afresh. Sunday is the only day i got for myself. I have being working here for over 10weeks now. It isn't easy but am waxing stronger. So on Sundays like this, I sleep.