The Delivery

What? Oh yeah, I'm fine

Frank sat in front of the big screen in his living room but not really watching what was playing on it. No, his thoughts were very far away from his immediate surroundings, with a certain young girl who had been the cause of his many sleepless nights. Oma. 

A smile creased his lips at the thought of her, ever since that faithful day it's been that way. He longed to hear her voice again, to see her face again. He had resisted the urge of asking Bose for her number, Bose was a good friend but she talked too much sometimes and he had a feeling that she would definitely spill to Oma that he had a thing for her. But did he? Does he really have a 'thing' for her? I mean, he only met the girl once. How can you suddenly like someone you know nothing about? It doesn't make sense!

Pain in his right shoulder jolted him out of his head and back to reality where his elder brother Jon was looking at him like he had lost it. "Did you just punch me?" he asked rubbing the spot tenderly while glaring at his brother.

Jon shrugged and sat down opposite him, "Yes I did. I was asking you a question and you were ignoring me so I had to bring your attention to me somehow" he said, like he was justified.

Frank huffed, "You're so annoying."

"I know." Jon replied smugly. "I was asking you if you've heard from Oma?"

Frank's head snapped towards his brother in a way that made Jon feared for his little brother's head. How- how did Jon know about Oma? He hadn't said anything to him about her or... or did- no no no... Bose- but—

"Frank! Why the hell is wrong with you. You sure say you dey alright? (Are you sure you're alright?)" Jon was looking at him wearily now, already doubting his brother's sanity.

"What did you just say?" Frank finally mustered the courage to ask.

Jon rolled his eyes, "Boma. I was asking if you've heard from Boma since it's been a while I've seen him around here"

Boma? He was asking about Boma. Not Oma. Gosh! He really was losing it. He forced himself to relax and said, "Yeah, he's fine. I'm sure he's at home dealing with a major hangover."

Jon laughed, "Of course. He wouldn't be Boma if he didn't turn up loudly every Friday night."

"Yeah" Frank responded absentmindedly.

His brother looked at him again, this time studying him for a moment. "Bro are you okay? You seem so distracted? Are your clients troubling you again?"

"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine."

"As a matter of fact you've been this way since Thursday. Are you sure you're alright?" he pressed further.

Frank knew Jon wouldn't let this matter drop just like that, especially if he felt something was wrong. So he forced a smile and said, "Seriously bro, if something was up. You'd be the first to know."

Jon hesitated then nodded satisfied for now with the reply. He stood "Well I'll be in the game room if you need me"

"Sure"

Frank watched his brother go and let out a breath while rubbing down his face with both hands. How on earth can one girl, someone he barely knew make him feel this restless? He didn't like it but he also didn't mind it. Okay, its official, he was losing his mind. He wasn't one to chase after women and he knew if his brother found out there was a certain woman somewhere on this planet that was the cause of his distractions, he wouldn't let him live it down. And before you know it his brother, along with the rest of his friends will start planning his wedding and even the number of children he would have. 

Not that the idea was a bad one, he just wasn't ready for any form of relationship. And he doesn't even know if he'll ever see or hear from her again. He hoped she didn't think he was a scammer or that he wanted to take advantage of her? Oh God! What if that was how she saw him? What if she had a boyfriend? He scowled. And why did the idea of her having a boyfriend make him want to break something? This is bad. Really really bad.

He picked up his phone to call Bose, maybe if he talked to her he would feel better. His phone rang before he could dial her number, it was a number he didn't have. Maybe a client?

Good just what he needs to keep his sanity.

"Hello, this is Frank Obasi speaking how may I help you?" his voice taking on a professional tone.

"Hi. Uhmm.. This is Oma. We met at the delivery at Zezty, you asked me to call when I decide."

His heart picked up several beats per minute and he scrambled for what to say. He had been hoping she'd call but he just wasn't expecting her to call now. Come one Frank say something!

"Hello. Are you there. Uhmm.. I can call back later if this is a bad time."

"Uh no... Oma, yes I remember you now. So what did you decide?"

"I'd like to have that meeting and see how we could work things out."

Exactly the words he's been hoping to hear. Don't get too excited it's just business Frank.

Yes, just business. Nothing more.

Oh, nothing more alright. He had a feeling there would definitely be more but he swallowed suppressed that thought and continued with the call.

"Great. I promise you won't regret this." his words held a double meaning that he hoped Oma would understand. But as much as he wanted to be around her, he really wanted to help her business first.