Diary of a single Ibo girl part 14

I rang the bell again; this time around holding the button for a longer period. Seconds later, the door flung open and there he was!! Lord have mercy! I had missed this man so much. There was this strong urge to grab him and hold him tightly but the "ogbanje" part of me was resisting that urge.

He stood at the door staring expressionlessly at me. I couldn't fathom what was going through his big head. I noticed he has lost a little weight... "Eeya, dude hasn't been eating well" I thought to myself. Somehow I felt relieved and some sense of guilt over his weight loss (at least it showed that he had missed me and no girl was cooking for him). Mike is actually a terrible cook and at a point I stopped him from eating out because I was always stocking the refrigerator with food. He was also wearing one of the T-shirts I had gotten for him.
"Hi" he had finally said.
My heart skipped.
"Calm down, calm down" I had cautioned myself.
"I brought back your keys" I managed to say, stretching out my hands to give him the keys, and trying as much as possible to avoid his gaze.
He stood still, not making any attempt to take the keys from me.
Now staring fixedly at him, I summoned courage and said bluntly
"Guy, take these keys from me jare. My hand is paining me"
"Me, guy?" He had asked, chuckling a bit.
"Abeg collect these keys jor, I have important things to do" I said frowning and hoping he wouldn't collect them. I've missed my man, dayum!!!

Still he didn't make any attempt.

I threw the keys to the ground and as I made to walk away, he grabbed me.
"Come here jare. So if I leave you now, you'll go, abi?" He was facing me squarely and very closely. I was weak. The Lord that answers prayers just answered mine. He held me closely and hugged me tightly. I could feel his heart beat fast.
"God, I've missed you terribly" he whispered to my ear.
A tear drooped from my eye. I love this man.
He smelled so nice; even my "ogbanje" had no choice but to bask in the masculinity and beauty of this man.

Before i could say a word, he swiftly lifted me up and as we made for the door, I saw the bunch of keys lying graciously on the ground waiting for me to come pick it up because as far as I knew, that key had  belonged to me for a long while and for good and it would always bring me back here.

I smiled mischievously.


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