In Search Of Mr Perfect (Episode 12)

She got angry and her heart became bittered as Miriam’s words ran through her head.

She got up from the sofa and took her wallet. Walking out, she slammed the door.
Imabasi didn’t know where she was going to. She was pained and needed someone to talk to.

She took a cab to Troy’s house. She wasn’t sure about what she was doing, but she closed her eyes all through, wishing in her heart that Troy will tell her Miriam was lying. And that he loves just her and nobody else.

“We are here ma’am.” The cab guy said.
Imabasi gave an audible sigh of relief and handed some money to him.
As she alighted from the cab, her legs ached, they were trembling as she walked toward Troy’s apartment.

She pressed the door bell twice. The door clicked open and her heart trembled at the sight of a white lady, she had a blonde hair and Troy’s towel tide around her.

“Who are you?” Imabasi asked with anger in her tone.
The lady noticed the irritation in her tone and smiled to herself.

“I am Maya.”

“Same Maya? Troy said you’re his ex.”

Maya giggled. ” I am his wife! I am sure you’re one of the girls Troy has been deceiving. Since I left for Bromley, I have seen your types in quite a number.” Maya said.

Imabasi suddenly became calm. ” You’re married to Troy? He told me you’re his ex.” Imabasi said in a broken voice.

“Troy, Troy?” Maya called out in a loud tone, as she laid her head on the door and folded her arms. Troy appeared with same color of towel wrapped around his waist. His heart melted as he saw Imabasi. Maya slapped him twice on the cheeks.

“This is the fourteenth girl I have seen in one hour since my arrival from Bromley. You used my house in fucking your whores!” Maya said as her angry gaze swept Imabasi from her head to her feet. She slammed the door against Troy and Imabasi.

“What are you doing here?” Troy asked in a shaky tone.
Imabasi’s eyes were clouded with tears, but she tried to control it.
She ached all over, and now she was exhausted.

Nothing in her life had prepared her to deal with a man like Troy.

“Please don’t come here anymore. Maya is back. I met her at home after I returned from dropping you and your friend off. I didn’t know she was coming.” He tried to explain to her.

“Troy!” Maya called from inside the house.

“Yes honey.” He replied in a loud shaky tone as he opened the door and slammed it against her.

Imabasi knew it was over. She felt her face flush. She became angry with herself. After a while, her eyes grew heavy and the ground grew harder.

With bittered pains in her heart, she made it to her house.
She clicked the door open and the fresh smell of bacon rumbled her stomach.

Miriam saw her when she walked in, she noticed there were tears in her eyes. She untied her apron and took the kitchen towel, cleaning her hands and walking hastily toward her.

“You were right. He is a male whore.” Imabasi said in broken whispers.

“Oh no. You asked him?”

“I wanted to. But I discovered he is married. He has a wife.” Imabasi began to sob softly.

Miriam’s eyes fluttered shut, and she sighed.

“Victor has been calling the landline. I strongly believe that guy is good. He loves you. He promised to stop smoking because of you.”

“I don’t want a man now, until I hear from God.”

Miriam shook her head. “Until you hear from God now? No more searching for a perfect man?”

“A perfect man is the one God is going to show me. I won’t choose alone. Pastor preaches about getting signs. I will ask God for a sign.”

Miriam’s eyes widened. “It doesn’t work for everyone. It doesn’t.”

“It does! I will ask God for a sign. I will find out from God if Victor is really the right man.”

Miriam tried to suppress the smile that played on her lips, but she was not entirely successful.

“You’re an adult, but still thinks like a teenager.” Miriam said softly.

Credit: Vicky Bon