THE RELAPSE: RICH & NAFULA
They had been friends for some time now. They had not got that intimate yet. The feelings they had for each other however were strong and alive. It was real. Her emotional-life changed since she met this foreign man at a showroom where she was purchasing a new Jaguar XF. She had just completed her Master’s Degree in Oncology . Stacy Nafula was her name. She was a studious, intelligent and vivacious lady to complement her outgoing super-personality.
Rich Skrtel was the managing director of the car company that owned the showroom where she bought the car. The impressing, sparkling and striking looks started expressing themselves since the time she met Rich. He was an expensively dressed white looking man with those eyes that would make most ladies weak in the knees. He gazed at her and she plastered that smile that expressed something interesting about Rich. She had not dated before but she knew the feeling that comes when you feel attracted to somebody. She negotiated the price in his office and after the deal was struck, she left the showroom inside her newly purchased car. Since then, they had been speaking through calls and emails but had not met in person.
Two years down the line, she is still single and working at a certain high-end hospital in the outskirts of town. The fantasy and thoughts of Rich’s memories kept preoccupying her mind as if she had infatuation towards him. The thought of him sparkled her attention and raised her emotions. She wanted to feel how it is to be associated with a man she has found love in. Continued flashbacks and fantasies made her insensitive and insecure at her place of work. She decided to pay him a visit at the showroom.
She revisited Rich again at the showroom. She walked inside the luxurious gateway aisle leading to the main entrance of the showroom. She had adorned a polka-dotted fitting- fish dress as the security officers pretended not to be staring at her embodiment. This time around, there was another manager. Rich was not there. Her eyes changed and she felt as if a piece of her had torn apart.
‘For how long has he been the current chairman?’ she asked the assistant director referring to the current acting director.
‘6 months for now’ he responded. ‘Rich left the company after accumulating a lot of profits and also raising the status of the company.’
‘Do you have any access codes or addresses that can be of benefit to me to reach him?’ she asked audibly and with that audacity that demanded a self-explained answer.
‘Yeah’ he responded as he checked on the computer adjacent his seat. He printed the copy and handed it to her. She extended her arm in a bid to get the document whilst her eyes fixed straight to his eyes. She got hold of the documents and left the office.
She walked straight to her car and hid inside the tinted windows. She was having that bad feeling in her heart. All she knew was that she had liked this guy at first sight. Something kept telling her that she was the ‘ONE’ for him. She removed her dark shades and kept them on the dashboard. She took the document she had been given and skimmed through the addresses. There was a line. She took her IPhone and dialed the number.
‘Hello, this is Rich Leave a message…’
She tried again after 30 minutes.
‘Hello, this is Rich leave a message…’
She drove back to work with a heavy heart. She got inside her office in the hospital and sat on the spiral executive chair. She started swirling the chair round and round and round and round… the sound usually produced by the wavy air generated in a cycle motion was evident that she attracted the Chief Nurse of the hospital who was doing her rounds.
Something was not okay.
‘Are you okay Mrs. Nafula?’ the Chief Nurse asked in shock, her mouth wide open as she watched her rotating insanely.
‘No, actually. Am sorry. Just needed some relief.’ She said audibly as she composed herself to look elegant.
The Chief Nurse stared at her for some time and spoke at last, ‘you can go outside or have a break for the rest of the evening’
‘Thank you Dr.’ she said as she flung her coat on her shoulders, held her phone and car-keys and left.
She was back inside her car again. She took the document again and gazed at it closely. She tried the number once again.
‘Hello, this is Rich leave a message…’
Her face changed. She grimaced. A tear rolled down her face meandering through her girlish- cute nose down to her jaw dropping on her phone’s screen. She rubbed her face twice and rubbed her phone on her thighs. She held the document once again and gazed at it skeptically. There was a company listed. She copied the URL of the company and goggled it on the net. Rich Skrtel was the MD of the company. The company specialized in Coal business. It was a local company. She plastered a solid smile on her face as she thought of the showroom saga. She started the engine, drove exuberantly through the city, and approached the façade of the company after a 30-minute drive. She was feeling hot. Her skin was burning. She felt like adrenaline was pouring into her system making her so jumpy. She felt like lying down in snow and rub it over her skin.
At the gate, the securities inspected her car before allowing her inside.
At the reception desk, she requested for an urgent appointment with the MD of the company. She gave her name and after the conversation between the receptionist and the MD, she was allowed in.
She elegantly stepped inside the lift and ascended to the 24th floor, which was the topmost floor of the building. She walked with the ‘height’, enthusiasm and with great spirits of a surely brave lady until she came across a tag written MANAGING DIRECTOR’S OFFICE.
She stood for a while as her eyes grew wide and her pupils dilated. Her heart pounded so fast; it felt like a staccato drumroll inside her chest. She extended her arms and felt sweaty. She started with a single step and gradually made few short steps to the door. She felt clammy all over her body. She bit her lip in her shock. She gained courage and knocked the door.
‘Welcome’ (Rich’s voice from the inside was evidently heard and felt in her ears) she pushed the door open and stepped inside the flashy office.
Her eyes met a very different image of what she had thought for a long time. She gazed intently as though to probe her imagination and determine whether it was genuine or feigned. Rich was seated next to a buxom brown-looking elegant lady. She also monitored the tag she hanged on her neck was that of ASS. DIRECTOR. She was in somewhat of a cordial position with Rich. Her heart wept bitterly at first sight. Wafula looked very much of a normal woman on her face. She did not want to cause any havoc or any sense of madness.
‘How are you Miss Nafula?’ he asked as he got up from his seating position. ‘I was told you wanted to see me urgently’
She stood upright in an anatomical position. Her conscious was lost for a while as she stood erect gazing at the lady beside Rich. Her senses flash backed to when they met with Rich at the showroom and the conversations she has been having with him since then. She regretted why she had not informed him about her feelings.
‘Uuh…uh Miss Wafula. Is there anything wrong?’ Rich asked as he walked towards her.
She at once regained consciousness and blinked a number of times shaking her head in which seemed as a recovery period.
‘Take a seat please’ the lady next to Rich informed her.
‘Thank you’ she responded as she sat on the visitors seat next to Mr. Rich’s desk admiring the aisle of lamps with jeweled shades on top of it.
….do you think the ASS. DIRECTOR was in any relationship with RICH?
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