THE IDEAL GIFT
By Oluwafunminiyi Komolafe
It’s a little past five pm and the sun was gradually retreating into the cloud. A woman in her early thirties stood at the edge of a bridge. The tears cascading down her eyes fell upon the diamond ring she was caressing. Suddenly she jumped into mid-air and plunged into the endless river.
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A black infinity jeep pulled over opposite the gate of an elegant duplex. Inside the car was Martins, a guy in his mid-thirties dressed in a white and red chequered shirt. He opened the glove compartment of his car revealing two jewelry cases. One was black while the other was brown. After contemplating for a while, he picked the black case and got out of the car.
Sheila in her beautiful red gown which gave her an emblem of royalty gazed at the entrance to behold her prince charming approach.
“happy valentines my queen, you are looking quite exquisite.” He sat beside her and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
“What kept you so long Martins? I have been here waiting for the past thirty minutes.” She blurted.
He caressed her hair.
“Am sorry darling, I got held up in traffic on my way here and it also took me time to get you this.” He fished out the black jewelry case, went on his kneel and presented it to her. The dazzled Sheila accepted the box elatedly, guessing what was about to happen.
Martins cast a glance at her with his eyes begging for the case to be opened. She slowly lifted its cover revealing nothing but a set of beautiful earring.
Sheila stared at the earrings with disbelief.
“Hope you like it?” Martins who expected her to be thrilled asked.
“Martins, are you really giving me earrings?”
Reading the expression on Sheila’s face, he knew she wasn’t pleased with the gift.
“What’s wrong with it? Look if you don’t like it, I will return it and get you something else.” He said but it fueled her anger, she flung the box to the wall.
“What do you really take me for Martins? A pauper you can entice?”
Martins was bemused beyond words by his fiancée’s reaction.
“What do you mean Sheila?”
She stood up still fuming in anger.
“I need a man who values and appreciates me not the one who showers useless gifts all day.” She snapped.
“I don`t understand you anymore. You never complained about my gifts.” said the bewildered Martins.
“If after dating for six years you still have no clue on the right gift to give, I think it’s better we call it quit.” She walked out angrily.
Sheila scooped up the earrings Martins bought her from the floor. They were really beautiful but not exactly what she had expected. She knew she had been too hard on him but she couldn’t help it. For years she had nursed the hope of him making a proposition but still her finger remained empty. Although he had been a caring and loving man and she in return had committed herself fully to the relationship but she needed to be sure how long it would last.
Sheila had raised the topic concerning their future on countless occasions but all she got were empty promises. She couldn’t bear it anymore, needed him to take action. It had been the perfect moment and she had believed the box held his proposition ring only to be disappointed.
While navigating the world of thought, her phone suddenly rang with Martins as the caller ID. She reached for the phone and picked it.
“Hello is this Miss Sheila?” asked a female voice from the other end.
“Yes, who am I talking to?” replied Sheila a bit confused.
“Madam your friend, Mr Martins was involved in an accident; we need your attention here at Solution hospital right away.”
“Oh my God! Am on my way.”
She hurriedly picked up her bag and phone before dashing out.
Sheila’s breath heavily as she sat in the waiting room with her eyes fixed on the door. Immediately the doctor emerged, she rushed forward to meet him.
“Miss Sheila?” asked the doctor.
“Yes, please how is Martins doing?”
“You are his fiancé, right? We found this inside the glove compartment of his car. I think he meant to give it to you.” He handed her the brown jewelry case. She opened it reluctantly, a shining diamond ring smiled at her. Her face was a washed with joy.
“Doctor, can I go see him right now?” She asked unable to hide her joy.
“You need to understand something, we tried our best but the injuries he sustained were just too much. Am afraid we lost him.”
Sheila screamed at the top of her voice.
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Sheila flashed open her eyes hoping to see angels but was disappointed. She felt as if a hammer was pounding on her head. There was a pressure on her stomach and she coughed out water. Her vision was blurred but she was able to make out the familiar face staring down at her; it was the handsome face of Balogun Martins.
“Martins! Am I dead?” she asked, puzzled beyond imagination.
“Relax darling, you are not dead and neither am I. A thief stole my car and got himself crashed. “ Martin explained.
“Oh thank God, I thought I had lost you. Honey, am sorry for everything I said, I just couldn’t wait for you to walk me down the aisle.” Sheila begged in tears.
“I understand dear, you have no idea how much I love you.” She threw herself at him and he wrapped his arms around her.