Tega and Cheta finally relocated to Ottawa, Canada.
Tega handed her clothing business to her sister Omote. She gave her some money to rebrand the shop and make it to her taste.
Omote was grateful, but it wasn't what she wanted. Owning a small boutique in the heart of Lagos was not just enough, she wanted more.
As she arrived Lagos, the feeling of going to stay at home alone without her sister fell on her, she suddenly became sad. Her mother had left for Warri, and she was left alone to find her way home.
The only friend she had was still in mourning, and she had wondered when she was going to come out of it.
She decided to call Isioma and let her know that she was still around in case she needed her.
She dialed Isioma's Number, Isioma picked the call within a second.
"I was just about calling you. Are you back from London?" She asked in a delighted tone.
"Yes oh. I am really bored already, can we hang out this evening?"
"My son is around, he visited from South Africa last week. I will drop him at my neighbor's house and then come to pick you."
"Are we clubbing?" Omote asked shrilly.
"If you want us to. I haven't had fun for a while." Isioma said calmly.
Omote became excited. She took a cab home, had a warm bath and waited patiently for Isioma.
She arrived moments later with her G-wagon.
Omote wore a short and a pink sweater with a pair of sneakers. It was the simplest outfit she had ever wore to a club.
The sight of Isioma's new car caught her breath.
"This is beautiful!" she exclaimed. Isioma didn't say a word, she only smiled.
"My husband's old car." She said at last.
Omote was mute till they got to a bar on Victoria Island.
"I think Roland is here." Isioma said. Omote's heart skipped as Isioma called the name Roland. She wished that she had dressed a little more attractive.
"How did you know?" Omote asked.
"I know. I just saw his car. Are you not aware?" Isioma asked in dismay.
"We broke up."
"Since when?"
"Two months ago." Omote said and jumped out of the car.
Isioma knew that Omote didn't want to talk about Roland anymore, she brought up another conversation.
"I just hope this club will have my favorite vodka tonight." Isioma said.
"They should." Omote retorted.
As they stepped into the club, Omote's heart trembled at the sight of Roland. He was looking so handsome like never before. Their eyes met, and Omote became weak instantly.
"I told yaaaa, Roland is here." Isioma said and walked passed Omote towards Roland. She gave him a warm hug and talked slightly with him.
Roland was sorry about Isioma's husband's death. He had wanted to talk about his separation with Omote, but he wasn't just in the mood.
As Isioma walked back to where Omote was sitting, a lady dressed in a purple tight gown, walked seductively towards Roland. She kissed him on the lips deeply. Roland held his hands around her waist and hugged her so tight around him, laying his eyes on Omote.
Omote's guilt was growing by leaps and bounds. She became heartbroken at that moment. Isioma knew she wasn't happy. There were tears in Omote's eyes, she carelessly brushed them away as she stood up angrily and walked out of the bar.
Roland pushed the lady in a purple dress and ran after Omote.
®Vicky Bon
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