First Love..........Forever 2.

I wasn't particularly excited about the tag on Instagram but I knew for sure Akin would almost kill me if he found out.

Femi had called me over ten times in less than two days and what girl wouldn't fall for such a man? The reason I wouldn't want to have a second thought is because they say its better to live with the devil you know rather than the angel you do not even have an idea about. Now my Akin is the devil and Femi the angel( Is he really an Angel sef?)

Immediately, like a good ''Iyawo'', I called Akin just to put him on notice. My network didn't allow for connection but am glad i persisted.

''Hello darling. I managed to say with my fears rolling in my head and heart.

''Hello bae...(I love when he calls me bae) .

Ehnn,, you remember Femi na, that my friend we met at the mall, he put an old picture of us on Instagram and tagged me. I don't know what his problem is but just thought you should know since am unable to untag myself.

Ok, he replied. Just that am not so comfortable with you and this guy. Just know what you're doing.

A bit relieved, I thanked him and hung up after our usual exchange of ''Love you''.

You wouldn't believe me but Femi called in less than five minutes after I dropped the call with boo. Still trying to decide what to say to him and how much I didn't appreciate him tagging me in the picture, Femi said ''Hey dear, what are you up to at the moment? Not allowing me respond, he quickly added, Am at the reception of your office and I told the front desk assistance I'll call you myself. So, can we just have a drink in the restaurant on the ground floor?

Who was I to decline lunch. So I got to him in no time and he was looking as dope as ever. Fine boy of life; I said in my head.

We talked and laughed so hard that we got all the attention from those in the restaurant.   

It was a beautiful 52 minutes break and most likely the best I had had in a long time.

We got to the parking lot and behold his Mercedes Benz Jeep was as bright as ever. I said a little prayer and keyed my faith of owning such a car in the nearest future, and  I believed God answered my prayers. Except one I guess............. my phone rang.

Hello my love. How's work going?

Ohhhh, work ko, work ni. But if I may ask, Akin continued, what are you doing with Femi outside your office? Or you think you could keep that a secret?

He dropped the call and at the time I only knew I was almost doomed.

Of course, he didn't pick my calls nor reply my messages and so I prayed to God to help me.

Akin picked me up from work as usual but I can tell you that for the 3 hours we were in traffic together, none of us uttered a word. I was so guilty and sad. I just thought to myself, that he'll forgive me since I knew we had planned that we'll go to Jerusalem that night......if you know what I mean. But unluckily for me, he didn't still touch me nor have dinner or even peck me goodnight like he'll usually struggle to do when we had our fights.

My husband was upset. 

I had slept off with a heavy heart of course but at about 3 a.m, I could feel his body against mine and my boo whispered in my ear; Bae, I don't want you to ever see Femi again or even pick his calls. Unfriend him from all your social networks and make sure you don't ever allow him in your life again. He's your long past friend and I wouldn't want to share you with anyone. I love you girl and I do trust you. I'll also stop by once in a while for lunch like I used to. I'll make sure I.......

Immediately, without wanting to hear the rest of whatever lyrics he had, I kissed him so hard and you can only imagine what happened after. 

But I knew for sure, I had gotten back my man for life and I had lost my first love forever. 

*Iyawo means wife in Yoruba language.

*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are the  products of the my imagination and used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons,  living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.