Adventures With Theresa 🚦🚘
Episode 15
Written by: Frank The Writer
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~ Theresa’s POV ~
He guided our steps, his arm around my waist. I hate to admit it but I liked how affectionate he was being. I didn’t want to get confused and jump to conclusions but it was difficult for me to just ignore it.
We were seated at the table next to the bride, along with two other couples. It was then I noticed that Frank’s mom came with someone, and looking around, I noticed everyone at the wedding had a partner, even the kids came in pairs. Two floral vases on each table, two flower girls, two dance floors, and even two cakes. Amazing!
“Stephanie, this is my son, Frank I told you about.” Said Frank’s mom to the lady next to her as soon as we arrived at the table. “We work together, Frank.” She added.
“Nice to meet you,” he shook her hand politely, a sleek smile on his face.
“And this beautiful lady here is Theresa,” Frank’s mom introduced me as well, making me blush a little.
“How are you?” she said, shaking my hands.
“I’m fine,” I simply uttered.
“What a beautiful couple you too make,” she said with a warm smile at the two of us.
“Thank you,” Frank said right before I tried to correct her. He pulled me a bit closer to him with his hand on his waist.
What game was he playing? Whatever it is, it made my stomach fill with butterflies and I was enjoying it.
Soon enough, the food was served and we all started enjoying our food. The first plate was a salad with a lot of colors and a delicious dressing.
Everyone at the table was listening to Stephanie’s partner, he was talking about the economic reforms in the country and honestly, it was not an interesting topic for me but I still listened carefully to what he said.
“But don’t you think that’s a harsh move? The rich keep getting richer and the poor getting poorer,” Frank said, moving his fork directly to my plate. I had to stop moving my hand for a second, suppressing a laugh. He was taking the salad off my plate.
After they finish their talk and just when Frank was about to pinch another salad out of my plate, I whispered to his ear, “Old habits die hard, huh?”
“I just can’t believe you don’t like salads. They are delicious.” He said, shaking his head at me.
“We’re not having this conversation again,” I faced him and smiled.
“Besides, I don’t mind at all. You can have them all.”
“You’re willing to give all your salad to me?” He said with a surprised smile. “For the rest of your life?”
“That’s a weird proposal.” I tried my best to not laugh.
“Okay. At least for the rest of your salad?” He smiled widely, leaning a little closer.
The meal ended up sooner than I expected and just when we were about to finish our meal, a man spoke on the microphone and called for the newlyweds to the dance floor for their first dance. We all turned around, forgetting about our plates.
“This must be good,” Frank said to me, turning around as well. “My uncle has never been much of a dancer.”
“Oh, leave him alone,” said Frank’s mom, smacking her son’s arm. You can’t dance either.”
“I know he can’t dance…,” I mumbled.
“What did you say, Terry?” he looked at me, hiding something behind his smile.
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A soft high life song started playing. Even when everyone’s eyes were set on the bride and groom, his eyes were on me. I giggled. It made him snap a smile.
When they finished dancing, everyone else was invited to join them, this time an afrobeat track by Flavour started playing and a few people stood up from their tables to join them. Then I felt a hand on my arm practically making me stand up.
“Come on, I’m going to prove you wrong.” He said to me and looked at me with playful eyes and before I could protest, he pulled from my hand band and made me walk right behind him.
“Frank….Frank!” I tried to stop him but he was stronger than me. We were on the dance floor in just a couple of steps. “This is embarrassing.” I laughed, looking right at him.
“I do remember how well you dance.” He took a step closer, looking at me with his sexy eyes and hugging my waist with just one arm.
“So come here and dance with me.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. He took that as his cue to start guiding our moves.
“You are really annoying. You know that, right? I said to his ear, and a smile was plastered on my face.
“Oh, I know very much that…” he said, moving his mouth closer to my ear.
I rolled my eyes again, biting my lip, trying to lush everything away.
We danced to a total of three songs. Frank wasn’t a bad dancer. He wasn’t one Poco Lee but he wasn’t a bad dancer. The DJ knew his job so well and he had been playing the right song that made everyone stay on the dance floor.
We eventually retired from dancing and returned to sitting. Frank got a bottle of wine and asked for a glass. This time it was just the both of us.
“It’s great, isn’t it?” he said, moving his glass in circles while looking in the distance. “Just being rounded by family while having a good time.”
“Yeah, it’s great indeed,” I said with a sigh, a nostalgic smile on my lips. “Your family is nice. They seem pretty close.”
“Yeah, we are.” He took a sip of the drink.
“Well, they are. I barely spent time with them anymore.”
“I miss my family, too,” I uttered.
“Oh! Really? Are they aware you are in Asaba?”
“Who would possibly tell them? You?”
We busted into laughter.
“Frank! Here you are! I have been looking for you everywhere!” His mother came forward to where we sat.
“Sorry if I’m interrupting you both but there are some people I would like you to meet. Hope you don’t mind if I take him for a little bit, Terry?”
“Oh, no. Not at all. Go ahead.” I smiled at her, patting Frank’s arm while I tried to fill my lungs with oxygen because for some reason they weren’t receiving any.
“He’s all yours,” I said.
“I’ll be right back,” he said to me, nodding his head at me and walking with his mom.
I stayed back while he walked away. Then I looked at him from afar and looked at how he shook the hand of men his mon introduced him to. He was far from me and I didn’t feel so bad for staring.
It was difficult to see him in this environment. He had always been a confident person but in there, he wasn’t only confident but he was in his safe zone. He was with his family, he had nothing to worry about.
Looking at him laughing at something I couldn’t hear from where I was. I felt like we never lost contact. I even felt something… something inside of me, something that you don’t feel for someone you just met once. I was infatuated. And I was scared. I wasn’t sure if I should feel that way. It made me turn around, looking somewhere else.
Two days ago, I had my mind on one thing and one thing only; moving back to my family in Calabar and looking forward to what the future holds for me, but then my mind was shaken by a hidden feeling that was forgotten.
“Miss Terry?” I heard someone call me. I turned to my right and I found Mary, the girl that invited me to her mom’s birthday party last night.
“Mary! Hi,” I said.
“I didn’t know you are here with us,” she said.
“Oh! Yeah. I love weddings. I mean, I’m here for Frank’s uncle’s wedding.
“Oh! That’s true. You came here with your boyfriend.” She asked, pointing at Frank.
“Oh! He’s not my boyfriend.” I said, kind of tired of having to explain that I’m just his date.
“I see,” she said, taking a sip of her wine.
“How is he doing?” someone told me at the table that he had decided to quit his music stuff.
“He what?” I tilt my head to one side.
“I.. I didn’t know about that.” I took the glass to my lips but I couldn’t take a sip. Damn! He didn’t tell me.
“I guess he will still tell you.”
“Yeah,” I said, frowning without even controlling it.
But why didn’t Frank tell me? We talked about it the other day.
I looked at him, at how he was smiling at his mom and enjoying conversation and it made me wonder what he was going through.
“So when are you going back to base?” Mary questioned.
“Um, I told Frank I will be going to Lagos with him but right now I think I have changed my mind. I will be going back to my family from here.
“You are moving to Calabar?” A third voice joined us, making us both turn around to find Frank standing right behind us.
“Frank.” I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.
He walked away instantly, leaving us both. His countenance spoke volumes of sadness. My heart began to race. I followed right behind, almost running to reach him.
“Frank!” I followed him. He was walking fast, so it was hard for me to keep his pace.
To be continued…
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