False Pretenses (Episode Six). By Peju Amadi


















“I have to use the restroom,” She replied.


Ise got up, “Sal will accompany you.” He told her signaling to Sal to follow her. She faked a smile “Dearest Sal, the watch dog, I’m not surprised.” She said walking past him accidentally bumping into his chest as her foot slipped “oops.” She said hanging on to his jacket for support. He caught a whiff of her perfume as he held her at the shoulders to settle her. Her eyes held his for a second, she was even more stunning up close, how was that possible? That one girl could possess so much beauty.


“Thank you.” She said with another fake smile that didn’t touch her eyes.


He watched her leave, Sal following close behind. That figure of hers was starting to get to him, making him think crazy things like what she looked like underneath those clothes. He didn’t like the feeling. The
girl was a criminal and she’d said it herself, there was no hope for her. It was quite sad, He could have helped her if she had been willing but the way things were at the moment, she wasn’t looking for any help.


He wondered what he would do about the jewelry set. He’d already gotten another for Jeje, he could let this go but he didn’t want her off the hook that easy. He couldn’t bring himself to take her to the police,
he was too soft hearted to do that to a lady even if she was a seasoned criminal.


She’d claimed to have no heart but he felt differently recalling the way she’d smiled at him back at Essenza while admiring the jewelry she’d later stolen. She wasn’t a lost cause, something told him that
but could he help someone who needed no help from him? Why was he even bothering himself? Yeah, she was hot and stunning but there were a lot of stunning ladies out there who didn’t con people out of
huge amounts of money. He wouldn’t let her go easily. She would have to give him back the jewelry, if he put more pressure on her, she just might give in.


While he was still contemplating what to do some ten minutes later, Sal came into the room alone. That wasn’t good. “Where is she?”


Sal had an apologetic look on his face “I’m sorry Sir, I lost her.”


“You did what?” Ise immediately began searching for his wallet to pay the bill, if they left now, they could probably still find her. “Damn it.” He cursed finding his pockets empty, realizing that she’d made away with his wallet and phone.







‘Why do I keep doing this to myself?” Ise silently asked himself. His mother was at it again pestering him on getting married. It was like this every Saturday when he spent some time with her. He had a million
and one other places he could be but his mother had mandated that he spend time with her then because he was always too busy during the week and she never got to see him even though he also stayed on the family estate although he had his own two bedroom apartment on the other side of the property. She loved her only son and would have smothered him with love if he’d allowed it. Ise, being the good son he was obliged her and always spent the time with her even though she spent it either gossiping about her other friends kids, trying to match make him with one of their kids or the worst was bugging him and pestering him to let her know when he was gong to get married. Talking
about how she wanted grand kids running about the place. It drove him crazy but those two hours were non negotiable, he had to oblige the woman or goodness knew what she would do. He loved his mother
but the woman could be a mega drama queen. He wondered why she didn’t just go and stay with her husband, his father who was enjoying his retirement in the United States. Her meddling and bugging was really annoying him big time.


“Iseolu,” she called seeing his mind had drifted off as it usually did whenever she was at it like this. “Olu, did you hear me?”


“Yup mom, I heard.” He drawled


“Okay, so what are we going to do about it?”


He groaned “Do about what mom?” He asked eyes fixed on the television, he was supposed to be watching CNN but wasn’t really seeing anything on the large screened television. Not when his mother
was in his ear like this.


“I thought you said you were listening? I’m talking about you getting married, how can I help? Dr Daramola’s daughter just came in from the UK this past week. She’s a really pretty girl and intelligent too-“


“Mom, mom, please nao, I’m not interested. I told you I’m too busy to have a relationship at the moment and even if I do want to, I’ll find my girlfriend myself.” He told her.


“Did I hear girlfriend? Ise has a new girlfriend?” Jeje’s his sister jumped in as she came into the room. Dropping on the available space on the two seat sofa where Ise was sitting and looking at him eagerly


“Who’s she?”


Ise rolled his eyes “No, I don’t have a girlfriend, I’m just telling mother to stop her meddling that’s all.”


“Meddling abi?” His mother asked him “You now call concern, meddling?”


“Mom, please just give me space, I’m an adult and I can make decisions for myself. Why do we always have to discuss this every time I’m here? You’re always trying to fix me with one girl or the other, seriously, you need to relax mom. I’ll get married when I’ll get married.” Ise told her seriously, trying to
send the message that he hated the subject.


“Mom, Ise’s getting really pissed,” Jeje interjected. “you really should lay off him.”


His mother pursed her lips “Ok o, Pele, Ma binu, I’m just concerned. You know I want my kids happily settled and grandkids running about the place. It will bring life to our compound.”


“Then focus on Jeje, she should be having plans to settle. How’s Ice doing these days?” He asked hoping to divert attention from himself to his younger sis. Isaac ‘Ice’ Pedro was her on again off again boyfriend.
They were on and off so often, he’d lost track of it. “Are you guys off or on now?”


Jeje narrowed her eyes at him “Not funny, Ise!” She told him and then got up “I have to go get dressed for Olamide’s party.” She said but he knew she was running.


“Already? Isnt it a bit early, things won’t really kick off till about 7pm.”


“I’m picking up a few friends of mine.”


“Oh right, your entourage, I forgot.” Ise joked smiling. Jeje had her clique of girls who followed her everywhere. What was it with girls and groups? One would think they couldn’t survive on their own.
“Ha ha, so not funny, Ise! Your jokes are so lame, you need to grow up.” She said as she left the room but paused at the doorway. “Did you know Izy will be there, with her fiancé?”


Ise’s smile faded on hearing this but he managed a brave face “So? She’s also friends with Olamide so naturally she’ll be there.”


“With her fiancé.” Jeje repeated thinking she knew something he didn’t.


“I already met the guy, Joe, I think he’s cool.” He told her, did she expect him to weep because his ex-girlfriend had a fiance? Jeje didn’t know the reason behind their break up and still rooted for him getting
back together with Izy. She loved Izy, everyone did, even his parents. They’d all supported their relationship since it started in their teens. Izy’s family had been their neighbours and were still good family friends, her father who owned one of the top law firms in the country had represented WOLCORP, his group of companies, legally for years. Izy was currently a senior partner in the firm and Ise knew she was good at what she did. He’d loved her with his entire heart or had thought he did until he had found out about the cheating scandal.

Jeje’s face fell as Ise hadn’t reacted the way she’d expected him to. It was their mother who seemed surprised instead.


“She has a fiancé now?” She asked her son.


Ise nodded knowing what was coming next, Jeje knew too, she smiled as she spoke up again, directing her next statement to their mother. “She has a fiancé o, mom, I heard they will even soon be fixing their
engagement and wedding dates, I also heard the wedding is likely to take place in Dubai, on a yacht! Did you know he’s the son of Chief Agbaje, the billionaire finance guru?”


“The C.E.O. of High Rise Bank?” His mother asked.


Ise couldn’t help but raise a brow also, really? High Rise was one of the top Banks in the world. Now that was impressive. He could sense his mothers gaze on him again, he was going to hear it this afternoon.


“Do you want more information?” Jeje asked him.


“You’ve given enough already thank you, weren’t you on your way to pick up your posse?” He asked irritated at the gossip queen. Jeje burst into laughter as she left the room knowing she’d started a huge fire under his butt.


“Iseolu,” His mother started “Can you see? You gave up such a wonderful gem and someone else has swooped in to take it. I still wonder what happened between you two that you had to call off the
relationship. The girl was so perfect for you, I don’t understand you, Ise, it's like you’re even doing this to spite me on purpose. ”


“mom…” Ise groaned uncomfortably “ I’m not spiting you, things just didn’t work out between us and I’ve not found a girl I’d like enough to date yet I promise you when I do, you’ll meet her immediately.”


“Are you even searching? This one that you are always busy, today you’re in New York, tomorrow Germany, how will you find a girl to settle down with? Besides, I would prefer not to have an oyibo who
doesn’t know our customs o, I want a well brought up Yoruba girl, preferably from our town self, Ilesha, Se o ti gbo? Have you heard?”





                             
To be continued…



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