Read Part 2 of the Dean’s Office
“Your phone is ringing,” I heard Jimmy from the bathroom.
“Please, who is it?” I shouted back.
“The number is not saved on your phone but Truecaller says it’s F. Smith,”
“Why would he be calling me this late?” I asked, more to myself than to Jimmy.
“Who is that?” Jimmy shouted, “Should I answer?”
I quickly dashed to the bedroom and almost snatched the phone from Jimmy’s hands. He looked up surprised.
“No, you do not need to answer that,” I said, almost out of breath.
The call went off before I could decide on whether to answer or not and when I looked up, Jimmy still had the surprised look on his face.
“Did you have to snatch the phone like that? Who was that and why was he/she calling you this late?”
“It’s nobody you know and I am not really sure of the identity of the caller. Truecaller does not always get the id right,” I answered as I regulated the temperature of the air condition, turned off the bedside lamp, went under the covers and prepared to go to sleep.
“Ok,” Jimmy said, not sounding convinced. I heard the ruffling of the sheets and felt him draw a little closer to me. He raised himself a little and kissed me gently. I felt his hand on my thigh too.
“Not tonight, dear. I feel so exhausted and I have a long day tomorrow,” I said.
“It’s been long since we got intimate,”
“I am sorry but I will make it up to you. I promise,”
I gave him a peck on the forehead and turned to face the wall.
Ha! Francis. That man is shady. Calling me at 23:00 GMT. I wonder what he wants. The last time in my office, he said he only passed by to see my pretty face and to take my phone number. How weird? Even though I acted annoyed, I felt flattered. That man has the guts and is not afraid to show it. I can still remember the smell of his perfume.
Oh, sleep! Where are you?
Waking up early to attend lectures as early as 7:30 am is not fun, especially when the taps are not running. We either have to carry our buckets to the ladies part of the hall to fetch water or go for the lecture without taking our baths. Boys do not complain much when they have to go through this ritual, on Tuesdays, when Dr. Osei is taking Corporate Finance.
“That woman is fine. Her! I swear,” Nana said, while we made our way from the ladies side of the hall to the bathroom.
“She pretends to be strict but I know underneath that show she puts up, she is all soft like wool,” Kojo responded
“She is so pretty and could easily pass for one of our mates in Level 200,” Percy added, when they had all started to take their baths.
“It’s her natural hair for me,” Keli commented.
“I think she is the whole package that is why I am putting in extra effort to not only pass her exam but to make it onto her honours’ list. You know she takes the two best students in her class for dinner each semester,” Nana said dreamily.
“I hear she is married with about five kids or so. Make sure you are not entertaining any thoughts,” Percy reminded Nana.
“That is not my problem. I could be her side guy or even a servant in her house so I could gaze at her beauty every single day,” Nana said while rubbing his hand on his belly and licking his lips at the same time.
His friends burst out laughing.
“Isn’t she the reason you all picked your buckets, walked several kilometres to fetch water just to look fresh? If it was a male lecturer, would you all have gone to these lengths?” Nana asked.
This drew more laughter from the friends.
“Masa (Master), it’s true that the woman is fine but we all don’t have a crush on her like you. Yours is not even a crush, you have fallen for her,” Kojo said in between laughs.
“But Charlie guys! Through fair of foul means, I need to make it onto that list. I will not only make it onto that list but will go further to be her side guy. In fact, who will come make we bet?” Nana asked.
…….to be continued.