Chapter 8: Public Confession and Office Purr

That shout clear my eye—na male lead be this, I no fit touch am.

My mind snap back. I quick remove hand, dey look ground.

I quick remove hand, wan run, but Musa don recognize me.

Musa sharp, e no dey forget face. E smile, dey approach me.

He grab me, smile:

He hold my hand, dey smile like say we be old friends.

“Ifeoma? Na you? Auntie show me your picture!”

E dey shine teeth, make person dey melt.

The glare from back fit burn iron.

If you see Obiora face, na fire dey burn for him eye. I dey fear, dey sweat under AC.

I force greet, try push both of them out.

My mouth dey dry. I dey do "oga, abeg, make una comot." But dem no gree.

But Halima stubborn, hold my hand: “No o, you na the Ifeoma jie my brother suppose contract with?”

Na wah! This kain expose no dey quick person heal from am. Halima dey smile like angel, but e get blade for hand.

Why bring that one up?

I dey reason say, "Babe, fear God! Why you dey cast me?"

I try cover her mouth, but e late.

I jump, try block mouth, but words don fly already.

Obiora lock door, tongue press cheek, face like thunder as he waka come.

The way e waka come, na so all AC for room freeze.

“Contract? How I no know say you dey contract?”

Obiora voice deep, e carry warning. Everybody dey step back.

Panic grab me, I fall for sofa.

My leg give way. I drop for sofa, dey find words.

I wan talk, “You no know many things o.”

I dey stammer. "You sef, you no pure."

But just then, bullet comments rush in:

[All four for same room—he love her, love him, love her—plot don scatter. Carry your drink!]

[But e don scatter! I sure say second male lead don fall for supporting babe. Why else e dey jealous? E no even follow script!]

[No care, make e scatter well. Anytime I think Ifeoma don escape, author go throw am back for Obiora bed.]

[Abeg, Ifeoma, do cute—your husband tail don show. One: to show say him too na succubus and fit contract. Two: to show say e vex. Three: e wan use am punish you. You no wan divide into two, abi?]

As people dey shout online, I dey reason say my own done finish.

Wait—divide where?

I dey look myself, dey check say tail no divide. These people wan craze.

I look down, see thick black tail coil my ankle.

True, na real thing. E dey tight my leg, e dey send cold.

I brace myself, hold Obiora face, kiss am.

I no dey form again. Na die I dey, na die I go try.

Three years of hate-sex, we never kiss outside bed before.

Kiss for public—first time. This one na pure love or pure madness.

And this one na pure, lips-only.

No tongue, no wahala. Na simple, but e sweet die.

Obiora freeze.

If you see as e stiff, na like frozen fish. All eyes dey shine.

As he dey shock, I raise voice:

I talk loud, make sure everybody hear. I no dey hide again.

“He na the contract partner my family arrange. I never even meet am.”

“Husband, na only you I want.”

I talk am with clear eye, loud, true. My chest dey pound.

Room go quiet. Even cleaners for corridor pause. Everybody dey wait Obiora reaction. My chest dey pound, my leg dey shake like generator wey fuel dey finish.

Man skin turn red, all anger and jealousy vanish.

See as colour rise from e neck. Na so pride dey melt.

Then—he begin purr.

Low, deep, the kind only super-happy succubus dey make.

The sound shock everybody. If you hear am, you go think say na tomcat dey find mate for compound.

Me: “Chai.”

I whisper. Who dey purr for office? Na new level of shame.

Bullet comments dey mad:

[I crown am easiest-to-please male lead ever.]

[Na comedy—just small kiss, he happy reach purr, no fit form again.]

[For house, if succubus dey purr steady, na fever or e dey hot.]

If na village, dem go say "I don jazz my man." Na love dey do am.

I try, “Husband, you dey hear?”

I tap am, check say e never faint from love.

Obiora eye shrink, as if e wake up. He quick adjust, pretend dey busy, cough, throw me black card.

Na so e snap back. E cough, form boss, throw ATM card like say na bribe.

“Take. Go spend.”

He no dey look face, just form hard guy.

“Eh?” I blink.

I dey confuse. Wetin be this? Na love or na settlement?

He look away, face red, shout, “I say spend am! Why you dey talk plenty?”

Obiora no wan make people see e soft side. E dey shout to cover e own purr.

But… I no talk anything…

I dey wonder, "E hear my mind?"

Bullet comments dey run:

[Male lead mind: Chai, she too sweet! I must bone up—wait, why I dey purr? Omo, talk tough make I save face. But she just confess… I too happy! My wife love me! Make I buy her everything! Lelu lelu~]

[Ahhh, correct puppy love—where money dey, love dey. Abeg, make I see this kind boyfriend before I kpai.]

[I dey mad—the PG couple dey find car, the rated couple dey do pure love. I cheap, but e too sweet (*^▽^*).]

Na so love dey do person. Dem go form, but true true, na soft spot dey inside.