Who Should Meet Playboy? (1)

By: Abduwaheed Sofiullahi.

When the two friends enter the bar, surprisingly, they saw Playboy in his highest admiring cute stature, “wow, yeah, this is the guy,” the escorted friend felt great for his friend. Within a second of a clear vision like a just-awaken man, the atmosphere changed, felt unsaved and confused, they both fainted; the same young man they have seen and neglected some years ago, this,  a man they’ve sideblindedly ruined their life.

He was walking through an open street furniture with different designs of advertisement on the both side of the road, in a five minutes distant building: down floor of a large company sat two young ladies in their earlier twenty. In a stone throw distance, a young man of about twenty five emerged. An eye calling fellow with a bright face, 6 inches tall, well built with shinning combed beard. He wore gussy dresses with a golden wristwatch. Apparently, he must be from a wealthy family.

While the two ladies were having a lovely crush-talking among each other, this young man popularly known as Playboy passed by. With a disdainful look, the ladies hissed and continued their chatting; showing no interest in the man. An ironical situation, deep down their heart, they appreciated Playboy but the fear of intimidation within them changed their attitudes to their inner desire. After some minutes Playboy has passed, one of the ladies remarked: “I don’t even have interest in him.” They then moved on with their adventure.

Minutes succeeds minute as day drives down day, month counts rapidly and year resumes fastly. The sight of Playboy has departed the two ladies but the lasting feelings of satisfaction and belonging leaves them not. One of those  girls jacked Playboy on social media, a fait accompli, she quickly started up conversations with him, lord of second chance; whatever it takes, this should be not a friend but a husband.

Abstractly but more physical than nothing, they started playing in the garden filled with love aroma. They were kissing through chit-chatting on social media, smilling everytime, a time spent like this on media is more romantic than what one can imagine. So, her friend also felt happily-comfortable when she saw her smilling. Almost all the friend’s talking now gain no answer from her than smiling, life is in phone, more than life is there in having a good time with one’s love.

After many days of reccurence of the same scene, the second friend found her way out of solitude but their friendship was still there. Fortunate and unfortunate, she also met her interested candidate but not knowing it’s the same guy her friend had been chatting long ago.

Some weeks after, Playboy wished to meet the first lady and told her so. “Surely, I will come,” she accepted wholeheartedly. Without killing a snake with a long stick, she called her friend to escort her to the bar house where Playboy had told her to come.

Well preparation from the both sides, well dressed and smelling from a killing perfume they sprayed. It’s a love meeting, and that time, you know, they felt confident and eager, the two friends walked into the bar majestically.

As they saw Playboy from distance with perfect description he gave, the two friends collided and confused, as the first pointed to him as the guy he told, the second responded that he was the same guy he has been dating.

Playboy was ready to welcome the first lady but the two are still in confusion of whose boyfriend is he. Now, blaming question springs forcefully from their mouth: “why can’t you tell me before?”

Resolving the issue and balancing the situation, who should meet Playboy?

………TO BE CONTINUED……….