MY FIRST LOVE – a novel
By: Pastor Taiwo Iredele Odubiyi
(Day 3)
Mofe looked at the light-complexioned woman seated, ready to greet her when he realised she looked very much like Lisa. He was shocked and a little confused. Was she Lisa or she just looked like her?
The woman rose, surprise written all over her face.
“Lisa?!” He called out.
“Mofe?!”
“Yes!” He answered.
Smiling a little, Anna left, closing the door behind her.
Lisa extended a hand but Mofe ignored it and closed the distance between them, hugging her tightly. “Lisa!”
As her hands went up of their own volition to hold him, she could smell his aftershave.
When he slackened his hold, she moved back with a smile and a wildly racing heart. Using the palm of her left hand to smooth her hair, she tried to gather her thoughts together. This was Mofe, the man she had loved with all her heart and who had broken the heart into pieces.
She had thought several times of how she would react and what she would say if she ever met him again, and now that the moment was here, what was happening was more than she bargained for. Mofe had taken control of the moment as he usually did when they were together. Or was it her heart that had taken control as it usually did when she was with him? She hoped he could not hear how fast her heart was beating.
“Oh my God! I almost can’t believe it’s you! Is it really you?” He asked.
“Yes.” She said and laughed.
Her gaze went over him. Standing tall, trim and fit at six feet one inch, he looked good in the casual black jacket over an open-necked white shirt and blue jeans he wore. It was no longer the twenty two-year old Mofe she used to know and whom she would have married if their relationship had not broken up, but a strong, stylish, and mature man. He had always been stylish, smart and smooth though, she thought.
“How have you been?” She was glad her voice was cool and composed in spite of how she felt inside.
“I’ve missed you, Lisa! Where have you been since all these … how many years? Fourteen?”
“Something like that.” She answered.
“Wow! Oh my God! How have you been?” It was his turn to ask the same question.
“I’ve been doing well.” She said.
“I don’t doubt that. It’s obvious.” He said, still looking at her.
He didn’t think she had changed much, if anything she was more beautiful. She was still five feet nine inches tall, and slender but now curvaceous.
He allowed his eyes to roam over her frame, from her black long hair which was elegantly done and her well made-up face, to the stud earrings, necklace, wrist chain and high-heeled peep toe shoes, all pink to match her skirt suit. He could still remember she liked to wear things that matched.
“You look good.” He told her, with the words ‘polished’ and ‘successful’ coming to his mind. “You’ve done very well for yourself. Look at this!”
He looked around the room. Framed artworks with motivational messages adorned the cream-coloured walls of the room, and these stood alongside the mission and pledge of the school. A file cabinet and an off-white six-shelf bookcase stood on a side of the room beside a two-door storage cabinet.
His eyes rested on her L-shaped table, taking in the vertical file organizer and the other things that were on it. A pen was on a sheet of paper which suggested to him that she had been writing before he came in. There was a laptop on the L-end of the table which was to the right of her high back executive chair. He noticed the floor rug was grey to match the flowery window drapes, and the medium-sized flat screen TV suspended on a wall in a corner of the room was switched on.
“Thank you.” Lisa told him.
Ama left her father and went to watch the TV.
Lisa looked from Mofe to the girl and back at him. “Is she your daughter?”
“Yes.”
“Wow! That’s great!” She came to Ama where she stood in front of the TV and bent down to her level. “How are you, sweetheart?” She asked.
“I’m fine, thank you.” Ama answered.
“Great. I’m Lisa Ayo-Taylor. What’s your name?”
“Ama.”
“Ama. What a nice name!” Lisa commented.
Mofe wondered why Lisa still bore Ayo-Taylor, her father’s name. Was she divorced or something? He looked at her table and the walls for photos of her children and a man but didn’t see any. Had she not married?
Lisa straightened up and motioned to the four black visitors’ chairs facing her table. “Please sit down.”
Mofe did.
Sitting down herself, Lisa asked Mofe again, “So, how are you?”
“I’m still in shock.” He admitted.
They laughed.
To be continued.
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Additionally, excerpts from her novel MY FIRST LOVE will also be posted throughout this month of May!
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