Staring at the blood-stricken rug, reminiscing myfirst moment and moments with Amaka, I can’t help but pray earnestly in my mind thatshe’s hale and hearty. I love the fun she gives me; to hell with the stress that comes with it.Even though a part of me wants to think it’s all a prank, life doesn’t pullpranks so doesn’t Amaka and even if she’s up to something, it’s never gonna besomething threatening as this but woe-betide her if this is all for nothing cos I can swear I have already lost a pound in the process of worrying about her but seriously, I need to find her first.The compoundwas still very much silent, nobody aroundstill; don’t knowwho to call or whose opinion to seek. Jide would have been my first go-to counseling centre if things hadn’t gone sour and dramatic earlieron and I know he would have taken Amaka’s issue so seriously than Iwould have butnow, I don’t even have a 1 percent gut to call or text him even though I know I’m still gonna face himlater to explain myself whetherhe’s interested or not.Amaka and I had decided to get a place together after my 5th year of my law course and I was preparing for Law School and Amaka was about going for her service year. She studied Creative Writing and I was borrowing two courses from her department in my 2nd year when we met. We had become inseparable and compatibleand she thought why not? And we got the house which she virtually paid for. I was gonna pick up a job at a law firm in three months time and she was gonna launch her design line and publish hersupposedly secret novel she has been working on. . . I really can’t waitto read it.The almighty sexy voice of “Korede Bello in Godwin” broke the solitary silence in the room. I picked my phone to checkwho the hell was calling me at this unpleasant hour except if it’s Jide but unfortunately itwas Sola.“What does he want again?” I screamed as if Amaka was in front of me telling me Sola is at the door to see me. It’s already almost 7 months after the issue na. . . him pepper suppose don rest! Shoo!I have already made up my mind that I wasn’t gonna pick even if he calls ten times.Whatever business I have with him ended the day Amaka pulled that restaurant stunt. He continued calling that even my ringtone was becoming annoying.I stood up, got off my heels, went to bathroom, tooka cloth-mop soaked in a soapy water, headed back tothe living room and I began to clean up the blood. My brainwasn’t coordinating, even though the soapy water was cleaning it; it still wasn’t a wise idea to clean up the rug with water. My phone vibrated and screamed “Message”, I knew it was Sola and I was definitely not wrong about that.“I presumed you won’t pick my call, so I decided to send you a text. Although, I regret almost everyday what Idid to you, I was out of line, I can only hopeyou’d forgive and don’t breakup our long term ties, stashing knowing me and everything because of my mistake. I am really sorry but I can’t be dwelling on this matter everyday. . . That I wanted to tell you and Ialso wanted to tell you that Amaka was arrested earlier today and she is at the police station opposite the school gate. You should go see her. . . ”I hurriedly stood up. The first part of the message nevermattered like the last part. How come Solaknew Amaka was arrested? And for what reason was she arrested? What’s going on here?I really wanted to call Sola back and askedhim some necessary questions but I was so filled with anger and pride; “I will never be caught calling Sola, texting him or talking to him at that.” At least, I knowAmaka is alright. If she was injured, she is supposed to beat the hospital and not locked up.Sola already helped with providing the police station in which Amaka was being held, I would fill in themissing gaps myself but I still can’t help but wonder whose blood was lying on my rug. I was really confused.
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