[STORY] IMPERSONATION (Episode 09)

Episode 09.

“Come back to bed, baby”. Kate threw at me, then turned back around before I could even get a chance to react to what she’d said.
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Patience immediately sprung up, hurriedly picked up her basket and was out of sight in seconds.

I didn’t get a chance to properly say goodnight. I didn’t know if I’ll get a chance to say a proper goodbye later that day and I didn’t want to leave things as it was.

Then my village people whispered to me. “Go after Patience. The room she had just entered has no occupant. You’ve been vibing; feeling yourselves all night long, so who knows?”

I thought this was a great idea.

Then I didn’t.
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It’s not like I’ll be cheating on Kate if I decide to go after Patience and it’s not like I had a reason to go behind Kate to do any of these either.
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I remembered that Kate had earlier warned me to always be in character for as long as I am under her parent’s roof. “It might not seem like it but those people are always watching” were her exact words.
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As much as I hated to, I debunked my “Village people’s” advice and walked right inside our room.
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I walked into the room to meet Kate, seated at the extreme end of the bed with her head buried to the ground.

I walked up slowly to Kate, squatted right in front of her and gently reached for her hands.

I didn’t know what to expect but after I held onto Kate’s hands and didn’t meet any resistance, I hoped that this meant she was now a lot calmer.

“She has probably forgiven me”. I thought to myself.
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“I’m sorry K. I truly am. I know it seems as though I’ve made issues worse right now but something tells me that I haven’t…”

“…oh just stop it, Moshood. Just stop!” Kate snapped at me. “What were you doing laughing with Patience when you ought to be sulky, thinking of ways to make me feel better?”
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“See the person I assumed to have been calm o. Shey this girl head never begin dey touch like this ni?” I thought to myself.
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Kate had now retrieved her hands from mine.

If I didn’t know better, I’d have assumed Kate to be jealous. But how could she?

Why should she?
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“You sent me out because you couldn’t stand the sight of me, remembe…?”

“…ehn! Does that now give you the opportunity to start laughing with Patience by this time of the night? That lady is a very busy person. Don’t you know that keeping her preoccupied with your talk will only delay her work? It’s late and I’m sure she’d love to go to bed as soon as possible but that wouldn’t happen if you don’t allow her to finish up her chores in time, will it?” Kate said, rolling her eyes.
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“Kate! Does that facial expression you walked in on us to meet, depict displeasure?” I asked with a chuckle, as I got back to my feet and began to prepare my side of the bed.
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Kate and I didn’t discuss much, before we both “passed out” that night.

One thing was certain though, Kate was still very much unhappy with me.
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After the incident about Patience, I suspected that there had to be more to Kate’s anger. I thought that she was overreacting if this was only because of her disappointment in my “acting”.
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Our drive back to Abuja wasn’t as eventful as the drive to Port Harcourt.
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Kate dropped me off at my house and for the next eleven days, I didn’t hear anything from her.
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My phone rang at about 3:18 AM that faithful Friday morning.

It was Kate’s face that was on my screen.
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I’d previously, countlessly tried to reach Kate to no avail, so imagine my surprise to see her face on my screen, especially at that time of the night.
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I’d just hit the bed moments ago because I’d been up, writing.

It was a public holiday that Friday and I’d seized the opportunity to write a couple of chapters for “The Test”. I hadn’t had time to write anything new for a while now and I’d somehow felt compelled to write a few chapters, this particular night.
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I’d made it a habit to call Kate’s mother or father every now and then, primarily to say “hi” and other times, hope to get an update about Kate. But never had I told them that their daughter and I hadn’t been in touch.

I was only appreciative of their excellent hospitality.
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“Hey K, is that you?” I muttered, immediately I picked up the call.

“What exactly did you tell my father that day you both stepped out and didn’t come back until later in the evening, Moshood?” Kate threw at me, without the courtesy of a “hey, sorry I haven’t been taking your calls” or even go ahead to explain the reason why.
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“Hello…Moshood, can you hear me? Hello! Are you there…?”
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I was livid but there was no point venting at that point.

It took all the restraints in me, to hold myself back from giving Kate a piece of my mind that night.
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“Here I was, worried sick about Kate, especially having understood everything she was going through and my possible part in it. I’d called countlessly; left tons of text messages that was never replied and this human being finally calls and this is how she thinks best to begin a conversation?”
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From all indications, Kate was “very fine”.

At that point, that was all I needed to know, to put my mind to rest. Dealing with this naughty side of her shall be for another day.
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“Goodnight Kate! If that was the best introductory line you could come up with, after waking me up at this time of the night, I shall address this issue some other time.” I said.
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I ended the call and proceeded to switch off my phone.
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It took a while before I could go back to sleep again.
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My thoughts were running wild at that moment.

I felt a little bit of “everything”.

I was mad at the fact that Kate couldn’t look past “whatever” she thinks I’d done wrong and focused on the good intention I had, to have followed her all the way down to Port Harcourt in the first place, to impersonate her fiance.

Then I was regretful. I thought that I should have at least been a little more patient with Kate. I felt like I should understand the fact that she didn’t force me to do anything. I had the option to either decline or accept her offer but I jumped at it, assuring her of what a great job I was going to do.
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“Kate had absolutely every right to be mad at you, Moshood, if she thinks you’ve done more harm than the good she’d hoped you’d help her achieve with that trip home.”
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Because I knew that if I closed my eyes at this time of the night, I might not be able to wake up in time to pray the Subhi prayer in the congregation, I sat up and tried getting myself busy with anything I could, just to pass time.
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I couldn’t continue writing and I’d lost interest in video games as well.
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The Adhan (Call to prayer) signified that it was time for me to head out to the mosque.
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I hit the bed and drifted away the moment I returned from the mosque about thirty minutes later.
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The bang on my door in what felt like a few minutes after I’d closed my eyes to sleep, woke me up that morning.
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I groggily got out of bed and walked towards the door.

I threw my door open and behold, Patience.

“Patience?”

To be continued…

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