Deji waited, prayed, and hoped to hear from her again, but weeks passed and the girl never called. The hot romance of that rainy night played constantly in his mind, but after a long time of not even hearing a whisper from her, he began to think it was just a one-night stand kinda thing. Maybe she didn't want to have anything to do with him. Perhaps she realized it was just a "thank-you-for-taking-care-of-me" encounter and she didn't want to make things complicated. Well, at least he got to have hot passionate sex with a very beautiful girl. Deji didn't want to ask about her from his roommate, lest he begin to wonder what went on between them. He decided to let it go and chalk it off as one of the things that happened in school life.
Months passed since that energy charged night. Deji had almost totally forgotten about the encounter. Hell, he was sure if he bumped into her in a random crowd, he wouldn't recognize her. All the anticipation of her calling one day no longer bothered him. School had just resumed for the new academic year and he was preparing for another long semester of classes, barring any sudden unannounced academic strikes or the likes.
He had finally decided to move out of the dorm room he shared with Tunde. His escapades with his numerous girlfriends were getting really annoying and several times they had had arguments over his inconsiderate approach to room sharing. This new school year he decided to rent a small room near campus where other students who couldn't find accommodation I n the dorms lived. It was quite convenient having a room to himself where he could come and go as he pleased without dreading whether an inconsiderate roommate was harboring another lay.
One hot afternoon about three weeks into the new semester, Deji was sitting in one of his favorite bukaterias on campus with a couple of his classmates. It had been a very long day in school and they were all famished. He had just unwrapped the three wraps of fufu and was about to dig in when his phone rang. Looking at the screen, he didn't recognize the number. He decided to ignore it and call back later. He molded a large ball out of his fufu and savored the aroma and taste that filled his taste buds, his stomach grateful for the nutrition. He had swallowed three balls when his phone rang again. Cursing out loudly, he picked up the phone with his other hand and hit the receive button.
"Hello?" he spoke into the receiver grumpily.
"Hello...Deji?" a female voice asked.
"Yes this is Deji."
"Oh thank God. I thought I had the wrong number. How have you been?"
"Errr...fine." Deji couldn't place the voice, although it sounded quite familiar. "I'm sorry who am I speaking to?"
"Have you forgotten about me already?" he could hear the surprise in the speaker's voice.
"I'm sorry, I'm not too good with voices." He replied.
"Okay. It's me, Deola."
"Deola?"
"Yes, Deola. Or have you forgotten about me?"
Deji put down the ball of fufu he had been molding in his hand. "Please, I'm so sorry. I don't think I know any Deola. Doesn't ring a bell. Your voice does sound familiar though."
He heard the person on the line sigh. "My voice sounds familiar, but you don't remember me. That's not fair."
"I'm sorry. Please remind me."
Silence. "Hello, you there?" Deji asked.
"Yes," she replied after a few moments, "I...I'm just a bit disappointed you don't know who I am."
"Well, if you give me a hint, I should remember."
"Well..." she said after a few moments of silence, "it...it was a rainy night, and...and you invited a cold, miserable girl in."
Deji's heart began to beat. Could it be?
"She...came from a far place, and you cared for her...fed her...made her warm...made her feel safe...welcome...you took care of her both in body and mind."
Deji jumped up, rather to the surprise of his friends.
"It's you!! Where have you been? You never gave me your number, your name, nothing to get in touch with you with. You said you were gonna call. I never got anything from you."
"I'm sorry Deji. I-I had a lot to think about after...after that night between us."
She paused. "When I finally made up my mind about you, I realized I misplaced the number you gave me. God knows I looked for ways to get in touch with you."
"Don't you have Tunde's number again? You could have asked from him."
"Why will I ask for your number from Tunde?"
"Sorry, I didn't think that through properly. But you know where I stayed."
"I couldn't come. You should know that. Besides Tunde and I have been through a long time ago."
"What happened between you two?"
"We had an argument when I found out he was seeing someone else. I never told him I came and I was almost tempted to tell him what happened between you and I that night when I found out."
"Look...Deola? How was I to know? I would have called you, at least to know how you were. I thought you assumed it was just a one-time thing and decided you didn't want to see me again. It's been more than six months."
"I apologize for that. Now you have my number and I have yours. You can call me anytime."
"How did you even find my number again?"
"I was digging through some of my books and I found the paper you wrote it on. I must have kept it there and forgot."
Deji heaved a sigh of relief. He glanced around the table at his friends who by now were listening intently to his side of the conversation. "Well, I'm glad to hear you again, and finally know your name."
Deola laughed. "Yeah. I was a bit confused that day. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do."
"So when do I see you again?"
"Someday. I don't know when, but we can plan something now we've re-established contact."
"Just to let you know, I moved out of the dorm. I now stay off campus in a room I rented."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Just you?"
"Well actually three of us."
"THREE?"
"Yeah. Me, myself, and I."
She laughed again. "Well, I'm glad to hear you again." she paused. "I never thanked you for that night. You really made me feel like a complete woman." She whispered. "I never forgot it. You surely gave me a lot to think about."
"Well a real man never boasts about stuff like that."
Deji looked at his friends who were chuckling at him.
"I...I really missed you to be honest." Deola said.
"I did too." Deji responded.
"I'll talk to you some other time. Kisses."
Deji ended the call. His friends began to make fun of him.
