Room 416

Lanre went into her room. Seeing the room, she thought it was ok for the price. It was indeed exclusive. The chandeliers, the curtains, the king size bed and the furniture. Everything was just superb.

“This is heaven on earth”. Lanre said as she jumped into the bed. She asked herself if she should sleep or just make use of her phone. She decided to sleep. She stood up and turned on the air conditioner.

“I know I will catch a cold, but I won’t die!” She said giggling in the end. Then she got back into the bed. She closed her eyes wearing a smile. It didn’t take long for that smile to wear off.

“So I’m going to witness Ify and Kehinde get engaged. Why do they even have to do it like the whites do? What happened to our traditional way of doing it. Or is the governor’s son too big to do a normal introduction as it is done in our country?” Lanre wondered. She then hissed.

“Maybe it’s all for the best! Even if I had agreed to marry Kehinde, maybe the parents would have kicked against it. All these politicians and there wish to only merge with the wealthy. We are not even close to wealthy. Just a normal family”. Lanre said. Then she decided to wave it off. There was no need dreaming of what you can’t have even with your eyes closed.

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“Olanrewaju Olayinka!” An attractive masculine figure caught the attention of the reception who was left staring. “Are you deaf?” He asked.

The receptionist jolted out of her trance. She was already at the point of having him in her perfect world when he asked her if she was deaf.

“Pardon?” She said wanting him to repeat what she said. “You have a guest in this hotel, Olanrewaju Olayinka. What’s her room number?” The young man asked. The receptionist hurriedly check the records and told him it was room number 416. Immediately she told him, she realised she should have asked who he was. She did not even get to ask if she was expecting him. Neither did she contact the person he was asking about. She face palms herself and ran after him.

“Sir! Excuse me Sir!” She called. But before she could get to him, he already left in the elevator. She felt frustrated.

“Jumoke, see as fine man wash your sense comot your head! What if na serial killer?” She said placing both hands on her head. She was blaming herself for being carried away by the young man’s look, which made her forget she was supposed to ask him questions. She hurried back to her desk and decided to contact room 416. But she got no reply.

She heaved a heavy sigh. It was of frustration. She tried calling again but the phone was not answered.

“Should I call security? I will lose my job if anything happens to our customer!” The receptionist said. She was worked up in worry, more for her job.