THE SMITH 5 (Crazy Fix)

 

The rest of the journey through till he dropped her off at her work place was a quiet one.

 She alighted. “not even a kiss?” she slammed the door and turned towards the gate, showing no interest to his words.

 Nnalok kept staring until she was out of sight. Why the sudden behavior? What more should I do? Nnalok kept the wonder, as his drove through to his workplace.  He needed to think of a way out.

Nnalok paid little attention to work, he was worried. He had earlier called Caroline. She didn’t pick neither did she return any of his calls, text or chats. 

It was a rosy time with her last week and just over the weekend everything turned sore. 

 Her mother’s call must have contributed but she started behaving differently on Friday, which was a day before the mom called to discourage their union. 

All of a sudden she became secretive and defensive. Could it be Raymond again? The last time he had asked about him, she flared and walked out on him. How do I solve this issue? 

“Hey man, what’s it with you? I’ve been watching you” Raymond asked. Yeah, same Raymond he was insecured about. “Thanks, I’m fine” he replied looking disgusted. 

Caroline kept a stare at her desktop screen, putting her hand over the mouse but making no motion with it. Not replying to the dialogue box that says ‘Are you sure you want to delete?’ is this whole thing worth the troubles? She thought. 

Caroline’s mom had sent a photo of Nnalok and his Step mom with their lips interlocked. kissing? How did she get the picture? How can Nnalok do that? How can a descent man like him be sleeping with his father’s wife? Or not sleeping maybe but ... Or is mom trying to ...? do I confront him about this? Probably I should just …

“Caroline! I’ve been standing here, you didn’t even notice. What is the problem?” 

Caroline moved the cursor to the dialogue box on the screen to accept to delete the photo. 

Shiva as she preferred to be called. A Yoruba lady, Ninola Mark whose office was opposite hers, pulled the chair to sit. 

“baby girl, what’s wrong? Nnalok again?” 

Caroline was sobbing now. She picked up her face towel to wipe the coming tears, “Shiva, I don’t know anymore.”