EPISODE || 3

The idea to have me over wasn't what was so terrible an idea, No!

The little problem was that just like Mandy, I hated traveling too.

I always fell sick after every trip, regardless its proximity from where I'd embarked from.

I explained this to Mandy and even though I knew she understood everything I'd explained down to the tiniest of details, she'd insisted that it was the only way we were goimg to see anytime soon.

"Or you could wait a bit longer Moshood. You never can tell, something might just take me down there sooner than you think". Mandy said, one night.

We'd been in contact for so long now, i didn't need anyone to tell me Mandy was being sarcastic with that response.

That night, I was up all night, thinking, considering Mandy's proposal.

The next day, during one of our usual phone conversations, I'd been able to mutter up some words.

I didn't know how, but I was shameless enough to have put forward my hindrance.

I told Mandy that even if I was considering coming over, she already knew I couldn't afford a bus ticket.

It must have been the way I'd said it because this somehow got Mandy laughing her lungs out. At a point, I'd even assumed the laughter wasn't Moshood induced.

"Oh! I'm sorry baby. I almost forgot my boyfriend is jobless". Mandy said, amidst laughter.

I made to protest, even though I had no idea what about, but Mandy continued…

"…Common baby, there was no way I was going to ask you over and not be nice enough to have at least, taken care of your transport fare. Please send me your account number after this talk, okay". Mandy said, amidst a chuckle

I did as Mandy had requested and when i heard that "pim pim" sound moments later on my phone, i wasn't so much in a rush to verify the figure.

I already knew what to expect, haven previously discussed what the cost of transportation was.

I was in the middle of something. I can't really remember what that was exactly, when Mandy's call came in.

(This was shortly after the message I'd assumed was a bank alert.)

"Hey baby, did you get your money?" Mandy asked.

"Yes love, I…have. Thank you my dear. Don't mind me, I am in the middle of something, that is why I've not called to acknowledge it. I…"

"It's fine baby. Please get yourself something nice, okay. Men on suit always gives me the kick". Mandy said, with a beautiful chuckle. "Lemme allow you get back to what you were doing baby, I'll talk to you later".

I stood there puzzled, for a second.

"Get yourself something nice ke?"

I scrolled my phone to my inbox messages.

Indeed that message was an alert from my bank.

This was definitely the money Mandy was talking about.

I opened it.

The figure left my jaw on the floor.

Mandy had made a transfer that could only have been best described as a mistake.

Mandy had made a two hundred thousand naira transfer to me.

I held the phone tightly, my eyes fixated at its screen, trying over and over again to be sure the zeros were as I'd seen.

"Are you sure this is not twenty thousand naira?" I asked myself.

It sure wasn't.

"Are you sure she did not make a mistake with this transaction?…But if she did, she would have told me earlier when she called na, and not have asked me to get myself something nice…She even made a choice of outfit sef".

"Ha!"

I hurriedly recharged my line through my mobile app to call Mandy.

She didn't pick up even on the third dial