Soul In Tears
‘Dorothy, let’s put the blame game aside. Something is really eaten me up. I need your help’ Clara said fidgeting with her wrist watch. Dorothy stopped what she was doing and focused her attention on her friend. She had known Clara since childhood. She knew her friend was from a very well to do home but always complained bitterly about her parents who seemed to be busy with their business and haven very little time for her. She thought her friend’s problem had to do with her parents.
‘Clara what is it again? Dorothy asked the young lady who looked like the the world was against her.
‘it’s about Kwadjo Boateng. I took him home on the day of vacation thinking he would be impressed with our wealth but’… She paused
‘but what? Tell me’ Dorothy got closer to her
‘the young man has refused to pick my calls since he left the house and that is driving me insane. I really love the young man. I lose my senses anytime he is around me. I don’t know what to do now’ Clara concluded. She had tears on her cheeks. Clara saw the intensity of the problem.
Dorothy paced about in the room and thought about a solution. Her phone rang. She attended to it. ‘I am sorry for keeping you waiting. I have a visitor. I will bring her along if you wouldn’t mind’… The caller agreed to entertain Dorothy’s friend.
‘that was my boyfriend. We have a date and I wouldn’t mind if you come along’ Dorothy smiled at her friend who seemed to be lost in her own world. ‘no no no, I don’t think that would be necessary . Go and have fun. I will be fine’ Clara stood up and was about to leave.
‘okay, I give up the fight. I will go with you’ Clara raised her hands as a sign of surrender. She threw herself back it the the plastic chair.
‘hey girl, my chair is not foam. It is plastic. Please handle it with care’ Dorothy rolled her eyes after saying that. The two young ladies burst into laughter. ‘I think my guy can help us with the issue concerning Kwadjo Boateng, the handsome paddy who is tearing your heart apart’. Dorothy tried to pull her legs. ‘that was not funny’ Clara chided and the room went silent.
Nicholas spotted the two young ladies when they entered the complex. He got up from his seat and welcomed them with a smile. They sat down and Nicholas ordered for drinks. ‘I wouldn’t have believed it’s you if I saw you in town. You have grown into a perfect beautiful young lady’… Clara smiled shyly at what the young man said. ‘I hope you are not going to use her for your articles. GIJ students want to write an article about anything that comes into contact with their site’…
‘Dorothy, you got it all wrong this time around. Change your mentality about GIJ students. We do a lot of articles but not just anything that comes to mind’ the young man countered. They giggled and took a sip of their drinks.
‘I must confess that this place is cool’. Clara voiced out her delight.
‘yeah! Sure. This is one of the best place you can hide when you are tired with work or school life. Anyway, tell me Clara, what have you been doing after high school? Nicholas’s question puzzled Clara.
‘you mean to say Dorothy has not mention to you we are in the same school?’ shock was written all over Clara’s face.
‘I don’t think she has done that’ Nicholas answered. ‘he is right. I haven’t done that. I don’t think it’s right to be carrying people’s matter around and telling everyone’ Dorothy defended herself. ‘I guess she is right. She did the right thing’ Clara agreed. They both went silent. Nicholas was in his own world. He had two ladies from the university he met Kwadjo Boateng. He felt an urge to ask them about him but felt it was not right to involve them. Clara prayed Dorothy wouldn’t raise the topic of Kwadjo Boateng. Dorothy also prayed her friend would drop the topic of Kwadjo Boateng. The atmosphere got tensed without their notice…
‘Nick, Clara needs our help concerning an issue that is eaten her up…’ Dorothy thought bringing up the topic would help her friend to flow on the matter.
‘really, what could the problem be. Tell me young lady’ Nicholas said looking into Clara’s eyes.
Clara pretended to be okay but deep within, she wasn’t happy. ‘can you help me locate the washroom’ That was directed at Dorothy. She ignored Nicholas’s question.
Dorothy stood up and signaled her friend to follow her. When they got to the washroom, Clara pleaded with her not to raise the topic concerning Kwadjo Boateng.
‘why not girl friend. Nick could be of help. You have to trust me on this’ Dorothy assured.
‘no! I don’t want him to know about it’ Clara almost screamed.
‘alright, alright, I will do as you say’
‘thanks for understanding, you are such a darling’ Clara tried to calm their nerves. Dorothy was very mad at her friend from within. She decided to ignore her whenever she raises the issue of Kwadjo Boateng.
They joined Nicholas who was anxiously waiting for Clara to voice out what could be eaten her up.
‘Dorothy is right, it’s about my parents, they are always busy with their work and hardly have time for me. I am really mad at them because I think they don’t care. Am i lying Dorothy’ Clara glanced at her friend and expected her to say something. Dorothy had wanted to keep mute but… ‘sure, she is right. Since her childhood days, her parents have had little or no time for her and she keeps disturbing me about it’ Dorothy said without interest in the matter. Clara realised it and felt bad but kept it to her self.
‘personally, I don’t think your parents have neglected you because of their job. You can’t live this life without working. What your parents are doing is for your own good. For now I think you should focus on your studies and later you would understand them. Just be happy. Don’t let your parents be a hindrance to your happiness’ Nicholas advised’
Clara faked a smile given Nicholas the impression that she was feeling better after the advise. ‘thanks so much for your advise. God bless you’
‘don’t worry girl, you can always count on me for advise’ Nicholas said with a smile. Clara smiled back. Dorothy just listened to them haven no interest in the matter.
Nicholas ordered food and they left the place after enjoying the meal. He concluded in his mind that it was wrong for him to involve the young ladies concerning the issue of Kwadjo Boateng though they could have been of help to him. ‘spiritual things are spiritual’ he thought.
Clara and Dorothy had a serious quarrel when they got to Dorothy’s place. Dorothy disclosed her displeasure to Clara for not telling Nicholas about Kwadjo Boateng. Clara explained to her friend why she didn’t want to involve Nicholas in the matter and she understood her. Dorothy felt bad for getting mad at her friend.
Maame Adwoa got to the shop early in the morning as usual to purchase her goods. Yaa Mansah called her to her office and introduced to her the woman that needed her service. Yaa Mansah introduced the woman to her as Mrs Benson. Mrs Benson extended her hand to Maame Adwoa for a hand shake. Maame Adwoa shook her hands with a smile. Maame Adwoa guessed Mrs Benson’s age to be forty five. She was good looking and looked classy. Her hair style was very expensive. The spray she wore had a sweet fragrance.
‘I would like to take you home today so you would know the house. Yaa Mansah had said a lot about you that I would not agree if you should reject the job’ the smile on Mrs Benson’s face melted Maame Adwoa’s heart. She agreed to go and see the house. She joined Mrs Benson’s car and she was driven to the Benson’s Villa. Like her son, she was thrilled with the beauty of the house…Sorry for yesterday, I ran out of bundle.
To be continued…………