Abby’s Diary #2 By Fiksionist

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Read First Episode Of Abby’s Diary

Dear Diary,

I walked into the office on Friday morning feeling nervous and nauseous at the same time. Immediately I stepped out of the elevator, Tope told me Mr. Vincent was waiting for me in his office. I whispered a prayer to God even though I hadn’t spoken to him in a long time. I really needed to keep my job.

When I got into his office, he was on a Skype call with his wife. He signalled me to take a seat. I felt sweat trickle down my spine in spite of the air-conditioner. After waiting for what seemed to be eternity, he summarised his call and turned to me.

“How are you Abigail?”

“I am fine Sir. Sir please I just want to say-“

“Did you see Mr.Aliu?”

“Sir that is what I am trying to say. I just couldn’t. I know I have so much to offer in this project and I have dreamt of this opportunity all my life. I can-“

He raised his hand to stop me and lit a cigar. “You can continue Abigail.”

I cleared my throat and looked at my feet. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. “Sir, we don’t have to do it this way.”

“I agree with you.” I looked up at him, wondering if I heard right. “Yes Abigail, I do agree that morals are so important and I was raised that way.”

Relief washed all over me and I could feel my blood pressure normalise. The last 48 hours has been emotionally draining.

“You can leave now Abigail. I just wanted to clarify that with you.”

He turned to his laptop and after thanking him, on my way out, strange thoughts about how he reacted ran through my head. One thing about my boss was that he hated losing at anything at all. He liked being obeyed like some sort of king in a kingdom he created in his head.But it didn’t take a long time for me to figure it out.

“Abigail?”

“Yes Sir?”

With my hand on the door, I held my breath.

“I need you to do something for me; hand over everything concerning this project, I mean everything. I want Zara to take over. Henceforth you will assist her to ensure that this project goes on smoothly. You see,as much as I believe in morals,it didn’t get me here.”

I stood there, mouth wide open with no words coming out. I felt a thousand emotions threatening to form angry words through my mouth. But then I all I could say was: “Please sir.”

“You know I hate it when people beg me. Just leave.”  That was a big lie, he thrived on that. He shooed me away with his hand and focused on his laptop. I can’t remember how long I stayed rooted at the same spot in his office until my legs pushed me out to the rest room where I had some privacy.  I felt angry and sad at the same time. I tried not to cry so that my mascara won’t ruin my make-up but when I looked in the mirror, tears had already run down my cheeks. I looked and felt like shit.

Everything went downhill from there. I had a meeting with Zara and throughout the meeting I didn’t hear a word.  She shoved her suggestions down my throat and all I did was nod.

The rest of the day went by in a haze. I got home, showered and called my hasn’t-put-a-ring-on-it-boo.  We had been dating for eight years but that is just story for another diary session.

“Hey babe. Are you home?”

“Yeah Are you coming over? I’m kinda busy with work”

“Errr…so I shouldn’t come over?” My heart dropped into my stomach,I hadn’t seen him for days and I desperately needed someone to talk to, plus I missed him. “I just want to talk”

He exhaled. ”Okay, come over but I might be a little distracted sha.”

I ended the call and got dressed in a simple maxi dress that still couldn’t hide my curves. Not hiding my curves was the whole idea though (wink)

“Abeg help me pack my hair na” I said to my roommate, Ogama.  I settled on her bed and she took to combing my hair. She is one of those people who you can call jack of all trades and master of none. Today, Ogama would tell you she is a model, tomorrow she would be a stylist. Sigh. I tire for her matter.  The good thing about her confused life was her compassionate soul.

“You are going to see Tayo abi?” she  asked

“I still don’t get your ish with him Ogama. You both used to be friends o.”
“Operative phrase is “used to”. You should oil this hair more often or abi you want to grow dreads?”

“Don’t change the topic. Why do you dislike him so much Ogama?”

“Should I spell it out for you?” she pushed the comb into her hair, picked up her mirror and handed it over to me. “You look nice.”

I admired the bun on the top of my head. I liked it. I dropped the mirror, picked up my purse and started walking out when Ogama’s words stopped me.

This was the second time today.Deja vu?

“Abby he is cheating on you. I saw him at the club last two weekends and he was rocking one babe like that. I didn’t believe it until I asked that my friend,Shade,the bartender.”

Hmmmmm.  Lord,this is definitely not true.Dont make it true.“So because you saw him at the club, rocking a girl, you claim he is cheating?”

She walked up to me and held my hand. She is very petite and sweet. I know she won’t just say this from the blue but my hurting heart told me to trust my man. “Ask him. It’s better to know now than later”

“Why are you saying this now? Why didn’t you tell me since?”

“Because I didn’t know how. “

“Then maybe you would have kept it to yourself!” I walked out  of the house and hailed a cab. I wasn’t in the mood of getting to the bus-stop. In the cab, my mind went on riot. I had just read how Toke Makinwa’s life fell apart after she had given in so much into a relationship and then marriage. I had read that story and swore to Ogama that I will break up and sign divorce papers if Tayo tried it. Was God trying to test my trust level with Tayo or just using a wrecking ball to shatter my whole life?

When I got to his flat, I heard his deep baritone laughter from the door. It made me smile and as I knocked,I wondered to myself how I will just unlearn loving someone I had loved for such a long time.

Fiksionist

Fiksionist

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