Adventures with Theresa episode 20

Adventures With Theresa 🚦🚘

Episode 20 (Final episode)

VWritten by: Frank The Writer

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~ Frank’s POV ~

Terry was surprised to behold me that late evening. I could read it boldly on her face. A lot must be going on in her head as I walked her back into her room. So many questions she would want to ask but I bet she was dumbfounded.
I shut the door behind me when we entered her apartment. The room was illuminated by the rechargeable lamb by her bedside. Her belongings were neatly arranged and the room had a smell of soap or cream. I can’t really tell which one I was perceiving.

Terry adjusted her towel a bit and then leaned against the wall. Her eyes fell on the floor as she stared confusedly.
I coughed and cleared my throat, yet Terry didn’t look up. I don’t know if she was ashamed or shy.

“Terry,” I called her attention.
“Frank,” she said without looking up.
“Surprised to see me? I bet I’m the last person you were expecting to be here,” I paused.

“How did you know I’m here? I mean, who told you I stay here?” she popped out her eyes. She was nervous.

“How I found out? Who told me? Are those the questions that are more important to you?

Silence.

“How about we talk about you? How you suddenly changed your mind. I mean you said you were going to Calabar, what then are you doing here?”
“I changed my mind…” she said and paused.

“Oh? Did you change your mind the following morning? And you didn’t bother to call. You didn’t pick up my calls too. C’mon, this is unlike you,” I raised my voice.

I noticed she was shocked by the increase in my voice. I bet she hadn’t seen me react that way.

“I don’t know but I just didn’t want to…”
“You just didn’t want to go again? After I tried convincing you to stay behind so we could go back together,” I paused.

We both stared each other in the eyes.

“Terry, you disappointed my mom. You didn’t even tell her you were leaving…,”

Silence.

“Frank, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell her.”
“And you know being sorry won’t change anything, right? And the fact that you disappointed her. You know how much she likes you.”

Terry’s countenance changed and she made a step forward where I had been standing. She stared into my eyes and for some seconds silence accompanied us.

“How could you behave that way? How could you?” I asked in a low tone.
Tears trickled down her eyes, and her legs mechanically lead her closer to me.

“Frank, I don’t know how to say this but I need you to forgive me. I’m really sorry about everything,” she paused.

“I’m sincerely sorry. You can put all the blame on me,” she continued.
“It’s okay, Terry.” I wiped her tears with my left hand while she held me firmly and sobbed.

Silence stood between us for some seconds.

~ Theresa’s POV ~

“So, tell me, how did you locate me? I mean, who even told you I’m in Lagos?” I broke the short silence.

Frank pushed me away and laughed.

“Tell me joor, how did you locate my small apartment?” I looked left and right, feeling a bit uncomfortable Frank found where I live.
“Terry, it’s a small world,” he finally sat on a plastic chair close to my bed.

“Small world indeed! I’m really shocked. Like, how?

He smiled broadly.

“Can you also sit, maybe I’ll tell you…” he said.

I went to the door to be sure it was bolted. I returned and went straight to where he was. Instead of sitting on the bed, I sat on his lap to at least make him feel better.
Sadly, that feeling was cut short, the plastic chair almost threw us to the ground; our weight was much. I didn’t want to sit on the bed because I was only wearing a towel.

“Excuse me,” I said and went inside the bathroom.
I returned in a short and sleeveless. Frank was busy with his phone when I got into the room.

“So, tell me…” I reminded him.

“First of all, Mary told me you headed to Lagos instead of Calabar. We even called you but you refused to pick up,” he stopped and stared into my eyes.

“Frank, I’m really sorry. Please, forgive me,” I rubbed my both hands.
“You get mind shaa,” he said and smirked.

A part of me felt guilty for not picking up his calls and for not returning them.
“I’m truly sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“Thank you. So, tell me, how on earth did you know this is where I live?” I asked, patiently waiting for him to clear my doubts.

He opened his mouth to speak but then he ended up laughing.
“What’s funny? Can you speak? I’m nervous.”

“Oh! Really? How nervous are you?”
“Please, can you just go on and tell me.”

“Um, well, your new place of work did the magic and made it so easier for me. What a small world.”

“Jeez! What do you mean by my place of work? Do you know my boss?” I queried in one breath.

He didn’t say a word. He just smiled sheepishly.
“Please, just tell me,” I beckoned.

“Yes, I know Stella. She is a good friend of mine..”
“Wow! You don’t mean it. It’s a small world indeed. So, continue…”
“Well, I saw a post she made on her WhatsApp story.”
“She posted my picture?”

“Yes. She was saying how positively you have impacted her work and stuff like that. Like I said, it was a positive post anyway.” He smiled.
“Hmmm….,
“What?”

“So, she actually gave you directions to my apartment without my consent?”
“She did out of her will. I literally forced her to do so. I promised her I meant no harm, and like I told she’s a good friend of mine.

“Interesting. How long have you known her?” I asked.
“Almost a decade now.”

“When did you return from Asaba?”
“Yesterday.”

Silence.

“You are just stubborn and annoying!” Frank said jokingly, breaking the short silence.

I just smiled and uttered no word.

“So, are you going back this night?” I asked.
“Sure, my car is parked outside. Do you want me to sleep over?”
“Noo. I never said so. My little apartment doesn’t suit people like you.”

We both laughed.

***

It was blissful reuniting with Frank again. I won’t lie, I had actually missed him during those few days, and I was certain he missed my company as well. We talked for some minutes about his trip, his family, and his decision on his music career. Frank was willing to push it one more time and see how far he would go. I also convinced him not to give up on his dreams. We hugged and tasted each other’s lips before he left that night in his car.

That week, we only met up twice. I have really been busy with work. The first was on a Monday night. We had dinner, but it was only to catch up. That night he told me about his stay those few days I was away. I told him about me, about my first week here and how I got the job. It was a nice dinner, like two old friends.

The second time was on a Thursday night. We went for a drink. This time was a little different. I was stressed and I needed to not think for a while. Well, I was having a good time with him. He always finds a way to make me laugh. I had a drink in my hand and I remember he stopped drinking after his third drink.

We left and somehow, we ended up in his hotel room. I kissed him that night but he stopped me. I was far too drunk. I woke up the next morning on the bed while he slept on the couch. That somehow reassured me that I could trust him again, so since that morning— when I saw him wrapped in a blanket on the couch, I started to like the idea of him being around.

The following week, Frank came to my apartment. He ended up staying the night. This time, sleeping right next to me since I had no couch.
So when I woke up minutes ago and felt a pair of arms around me, I didn’t move away. Just because I didn’t want to wake him up.

His face was right in front of mine. He looked so peaceful while sleeping. I couldn’t help but move my hand and move the tiny piece of hair falling on his forehead. I never thought I would be here with him in my apartment, sharing a bed.
After a minute of caressing his hair, I felt his muscles move, telling me he was awake.

“Hi, babe,” he said with a raspy morning voice. He opened one eye and closed it again.
“Good morning.”
“Hi.” I smiled, never stopping my hand from going through his hair.
“How was your night?” I asked.

“The best I’ve had in months,” he said, looking at me with his cute eyes.
“Good to hear,” I said without noticing I bit my bottom lips right after.
“Oh, no don’t that,” he bites his lips as well.

The next thing he did was move one hand to my back and the other to hold my face, pushing me closer to him. He managed to bring his body on top of me, it made me laugh and he does as well.

“Are you trying to tease me, Terry?” He looked deeply at me, he had a beautiful smirk on his face.

“No, I wasn’t but…” I moved my hand to his face, moving my thumb over his bottom lip.
“Now, I am.”

“You’re killing me.” With that, he moved closer and connected our lips.
It was brief, just a peck. I felt the smile in our kiss, the butterflies in my stomach taking me somewhere else. When he moved away, I wanted him to move to me again, but he moved and sat on the bed.

“Are you hungry?” He turned to look at me. “I make the best noodles and eggs in the world,” he added.
“Huh, you do?” I sat up well, still feeling the trace of his lips on mine.
“Sounds delicious.”

“Then, let’s make some eggs.” He winked at me and stood up, taking the five steps that separated my bed from my tiny kitchen.

While he cooked, I took my clothes with me to take a shower. I was still wearing the same dress as last night and I smelt like wine. When I walked out of the shower, he had two plates on the table with a fried egg that complimented the noodles.

He had a cup of tea in his hand while he looked outside of the windows. I actually felt so lucky to have Frank in my life.

“It smells so good,” I said to catch his attention.
He turned around with a smile and came towards me. He looked a different kind of happy.

“You may think I’m insane but I just got the craziest idea.” He stood in front of me, something hiding behind his smile.
“Let’s go on a little holiday.” He said.
“What?” I looked at him, confused. “Like, on vacation?”
“Yes! I know it sounds crazy because, I mean, you recently got back here,” he explained.

“You want to go on a holiday? On a boat? My eyebrows went up.
“Yes! We can go to a few islands and just spend some time together, the two of us alone.” He came closer to me. I shook my head and walked to the table and sat down.

“You do realize that I just got here, right? Literally two weeks ago. To settle down, to start a new chapter of my life here.” I said while he sat in front of me.
“And I support you, but…” he sighed, smiling at me.

“Don’t you like the idea? We need to figure it out. I’m sure Stella will understand.”
“I just started working for her. And I’m asking for time off already?” I chuckled. “I love traveling, I really do. But now is the time to settle down.”

“And you will, it’s just two weeks off.” He held my hand over the table. His eyes were clear and convincing.

“Two weeks!?” I gasped.
“Frank, no. I can’t disappear for two weeks.”

“Babe, look at me.” He pleaded and I did. “I know you want to start here because you feel like you belong here. I support you, I really do. I love this city, but right now, after being close to you these past few days…” He knelt and brought forward his right hand. Frank did the unimaginable. Yes! He was going to propose with a shiny ring.

I stayed silent for a minute with loads of thoughts in my head, voices here and there. What should I do? Accept him?

“Terry, will you marry me?” he said, lifting the ring in my direction. Our eyes locked in contact immediately and I felt butterflies in my belly.

“Ye…Yes!” I stuttered and stretched out my finger for him. He inserted it slowly and hugged me. That kind of hug that you don’t want to let go of. I could feel tears trickling down my eyes.

“I love you, Terry,” he said after a short silence.
“I love you more, Frank.”

The vacation Frank was talking about was actually a trip to go see my people but he was only disguising all that time he talked about holidays and vacations. He only wanted to get my attention first.
He told me his intention for us to get married anytime soon.
I couldn’t be happier.

Getting married to Frank happened to be one of the best decisions I made in my entire life. He was my friend, partner, lover and everything I desired in a man.
I love him so much and I pray in my next world ( if at all there is one) I would still fall in love with him over and over again.

End of my story –

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