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Final Episode

Fola was at bay, I was safe and sound with no need for checking the rearview mirror if someone was following me. Work was ecstatic and happiness filled my life again. I now had a driver who I didn't really need. His name is Frank but I call him Ted because he looks like Ted from the movie Ted. I got promoted at work too; Mum had returned home and I now had my life to myself. All these must have been believed to have happened overnight. But nothing, they say happens overnight. Six months is not overnight. Six months later and I was still Segun's girlfriend. Six months later and my whole life was about to change forever.
  Tiara was still at her former position but we were still very good friends. Anytime I misbehaved, she would bring up Fola's issue just to put me in check. Chiamaka wanted to finally come back to Nigeria having completed her PhD about two months ago., that prompted me into getting my PhD too, I enrolled at Leeds. Segun, being an entrepreneur, was having the best time of the year at his business. It showed in his daily dose of happiness and once-in-a-while jokes about his coworkers during our weekly dinner night.Segun is a great guy and I do not for once regret meeting him. About a week after asking me to be his girlfriend, he took me to his parents who were not very comfortable with me at first. But they were happy that at last, their twenty eight year old son brought a girl home to them. I took my time to prove my worth to Segun's parents that being an only child to parent as of different races does not make me a spoiot brat. I had a very nice disciplinarian who I call my mother. Yeah, she is a disciplinarian but in a nice and subtle way. I proved that I was able. His mother would rather call me Omowunmi because she liked it and it was her mother's name. Tinu is getting married and she just asked me to be her Maid of Honour. She is getting married to her high school sweetheart, Jaiye Phillips.
  On one of our usual Friday date nights, I noticed something quite unusual about Segun. He was way too happy like he had overdosed on honey. Not like it was a bad thing, I was just concerned. I know he is always happy, at least most of the time, but today was just unusual. I wondered what the reason could be and when I couldn't get a headway with it, I asked him.
  'Segun, you know you can tell me whatever it is that has you so excited like this', I said inbetween my meal.
  'Its nothing serious Sugar. Everything is fine', he assured beaming his multimillion dollar smile again,. That smile never cease to get me every time. 'By the way, I wanted to ask you something if you don't mind....' His voice trailed off.
  'I knew it', I said dramatically dropping my cutlery. 'I just knew it. What is it this time, dude?' I folded the on my napkin on my laps.
  'Will you marry me?', he said. I was surprised. Not at the proposal but at his approach to it. He said it so casually it almost didn't sound or look like he just asked me to be his wife or life partner or his forever...my mind was wandering. But he was still eating. He wasn't focusing on the moment.
  'What took you so long?', I smiled and blushed until I felt my entire body turn red.

Authors note
So, it has ended. The wait is over, this is the last episode. I still can't think of a title for it yet, so suggestions are highly welcome.
This short story is a work of fiction, pure fiction. Names, characters and incidents either are a product of my imagination or are used fictitiously. I imagine a lot of things. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintended.
All rights reserved. Yeah, all rights, no copy and paste without permission please! Thank you.
On a final note; this goes out to everybody who read, commented, emailed and even said nice words to me about 'the story on your blog', its nice to know people like you exist and won't stay mute when you see a potential in someone else (I hope that sounds right). I am very happy to have people like you. I am so grateful I really can't express it here. Your nice comments light up the writer in me.
I need to really stop typing, don't blame me I am just excited.
Thank you so much once again everyone. The good Lord bless and increase you on every side. Mashallah! 💝💝💝
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