Chidimma my baby episode 5
I was going through her profile as I found my hands shaking, as anxiety enveloped my entire self.
I wanted to believe her words, but in other to be on the safe side, I went ahead with the investigation.
After a thorough check on her profile and comments on some of her pictures, I heaved a relief after I was unable to stumble on anything that could mean she was married.
As I was about having my happiness returned, I had my inner self asking me a question I had been trying to avoid.
Infact, I was deceiving myself, because there were other better and easier ways of confirming if she was married or not.
I can easily ask my friend to help me confirm by going to her family house or rather, her village, but the fear of coming to the realisation that she belongs to another man couldn’t allow me do the needful.
Yes, I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t search further.
So, I decided to believe her and not doubt her again.
So we continued with our far distance relationship as our love kept blossoming.
13 months after the marital status saga, I finally landed in Naija.
There at the airport, without being asked, I expected Chidimma to come and welcome me, but she didn’t.
And not that, I didn’t notify her of my movement and the time I will be arriving.
My people, 2 days after my arrival, I am yet to see Chidimma.
And the funny part, her lines were switched off.
I kept trying to wrap my mind around the whole thing.
“Does it mean, she is truly married and doesn’t want to see me?” I kept asking myself
3 days, still nothing from her, and that was when I made up my mind to search for her, starting from her family house.
It was like, as if she was reading my mind, her call come in and interrupted my movement.
Immediately I picked the call, her voice first greeted me with tears.
I asked her what was happening and why she was crying.
She asked where I was, I told her and she said OK, that she was coming.
I was with my family when she called and because I have missed her so much, coupled with the way I was “hungering” for her, I decided to lodge in a hotel, so we can have all the time and be free to express our feelings.
So, I quickly made a move and called her to come to “so so” hotel, that I was very close to the place. And she said OK.
While on my way to the hotel, so many things were rambling in my head.
I was about to see a woman I left for so long.
And while still at it, I kept playing my mind on how she will jump, laugh, rejoice, appreciate me, hug me, kiss me after seeing and touching the things I bought for her.
I made sure I bought everything she asked me to buy for her, with added extra.
The hotel was 30 minutes drive from my house, but the distance was appearing to be longer. I couldn’t wait any longer. I asked the taxi driver to speed up, because I wouldn’t want Chidimma to reach there before me.
The man didn’t reply me, he only gave a smile and continued controlling the steering.
My entire thoughts was fixed on Chidimma as I wondered what was happening with her and why she was crying.
I arrived the hotel and booked a very comfortable and one of their exclusive rooms. It was a very nice hotel. I made sure to choose that taste, so that Chidimma will be comfortable. I wouldn’t want her to complain about their bed cover, towel, and all that.
Someone you are meeting for the first time after so many years. I made sure everything was perfect.
20 minutes later, she was still to reach the hotel. 30 minutes, still no knock from the door.
I had called her 15 minutes earlier, and her line wasn’t connecting. I dialed again, still not reachable.
2hrs, 30 mins, still to see my woman.
She had told me she was coming, so I wasn’t worried, nor panicking. Maybe, she was stuck in traffic, so I thought.
But checking that the time was taking longer and coupled with her lines that had refused to connect, I felt sheer anxiety bracing my heart.