Episode 1 formerly on A Real Taste Of Love In Unexpected Way

Episode 2

"No, Tina my love, you don't have to." A peaceful voice held my feet back.
"Na who get this voice wey even sabi my name?" I turned in a slow-motion to find out.
"Comm'n girl." The lady said with her arms widely spread to receive a hug from me.
The face looked familiar. "Is that not Obasi Sophia?" I quietly bit the words forcing them not to be loud as I widened my eyes to know if I would be able to see clearer.

Obasi Sophia was the bearer of an Identification Card I saw in a bag that contained lots of valuables, an International passport, and a VISA. A bag I found in a cab I boarded with my last Penny in order to meet up with a scheduled interview which later turned out to be unsuccessful. I called the mobile number on the ID card and returned the bag to the owner requesting nothing in return. She willingly offered some money to me as a token of appreciation, but I politely declined, even when I had not even a kobo with me. After all, it cost nothing to be good, does it? I left the rich lady and walked back into my poor life. She was lucky to have such a good heart like me returned her valuables, especially that her international passport.

I was highly astonished at that moment on seeing Sophia because there wasn't any slightest imagination of seeing her again, not in a love garden with my newly found love. Even if I should see her again, not in Frank's Benz. The look on my face told Sophia there were so many questions she needed to address at that point.
"Frank is my elder brother, Tina. Don't we look alike?" She said as she dashed me a welcoming smile which I did not return.
Sophia explained how he had told his brother about me and how he was swept off the feet by a rare virtue found in a girl of this generation, so he requested my number which she did. That was how Frank had been calling and disturbing me until that faithful day. He never told me how he got my number. He told me he saw it on one of my social media handles.
I embraced Sophia with so much joy in me for paying me back with an answered prayer. Having a real taste of sweet love had always been my number one prayer point because I was fed up being in series of abusive relationships like I was cursed with that.
We drove to one of the expensive hotels in town. One of the places I never thought I would ever enter, not even in my dream world. I dined with a golden plate and cutleries for the very first time in my life. That alone was joy unspeakable. I received a special treat and enjoyed every second spent with my Frank and her adorable sister. As we ate together happily, Sophia brought out a huge wrap of money and handed it over to me.
"Please don't say no. This is my appreciation for returning my bag. You don't know what that International passport means to me." Sophia pleaded.
Who on earth pleads for her own money to be accepted by a nobody? Sophia did.
I received the money from her overwhelmingly. I opened my mouth to thank her but words were lacking. I never thought I would ever be counted as a "wrap of money" owner.
"Arrangements have been made for you to travel with us to Canada," Sophia added.
"And provisions have been made for you to work in one of our Dad's companies in Dubai." She said.
" Oh my God! All these arrangements for me!" My voice finally loosened, still overwhelmed.
It was as if I wasn't showing enough gratitude, so I screamed and jumped from my seat, hugged Frank so tight. The light in the VIP lounge added color to the lovely and sweet moment of my life.
The next day, I was invited to the Embassy for an interview. Everything went successfully, and my VISA was out without stress. Of course, I was among the first-class citizens. Okay, it was time to explore our love and tour the whole world. At the airport, in a marching white polo, blue jeans, and expensive black sneakers with my Frank, just about to be checked in, something landed on my make-up coated face, kpaa. I coldly opened my eyes to realize that some parts of the broken ceilings had fallen. I heard the sound of a heavy wind flapping the curtains very fast, closing and opening the windows non-stop - it was about to rain heavily.
"Bia chelukwa o, what is heavy wind doing inside the airport?" I murmured.
I rubbed my eyes so hard to be very sure of where I was only to find myself lying on Eze's "God help me" flat, small-sized foam. I was still in my boyfriend's one-room "face me, I face you" noisy apartment.
"No nah. I can't be here. Not in Eze's house. Mbanu." I sadly uttered as I ignored the rain and fell back to the foam.
"I must get to Canada, if not in real life, it must happen in my dream," I muttered with so much anger stirring up in me already. I shut my eyes so tight and forced myself to fall asleep.
" Bia Tina! So you no see say rain dey fall make you put buckets wia wota dey leak for this house. If I beat you now dem go say I don dey beat my woman again." That was Eze, my abusive boyfriend who just barged in.
I turned deaf and dumb and tightened my eyes the more as if that would make me fall asleep immediately. Koi, a stainless cup fell on my head.
"Aiii!" I screamed in pain as I jerked up to face Eze who was in a rugged short and bare chest.
"If only you know God answered my prayers in my dream... If no be say na for dream I find that love, you think say you for see me throw cup?" I attacked Eze inside of me. I dare not speak a rude word to him or I collect slaps.
"Comon kum put buckets for wia wota dey leak isiso." He commanded.
I sluggishly lifted myself from the foam and went to carry out the last command.
"Very son I go leave you go Canada." I hummed.
"You say?" He yelled.
"Nothing!" I yelled back, with my voice louder than his.
He stood and stared at me speechless for a brief moment, then hopped out. I went to the half-broken wall mirror in the room and looked very angrily at myself.
"So it was a dream?.... But wait o, does sweet love really happens? Or was that a sign of spiritual husband calling?" I questioned myself.
"Shey spiritual husband dey...."
"Madam, you get spiritual husband?" Eze's coarse voice interrupted.
I quickly swallowed the remaining words and took the mop stick that was resting on the wall by the corner to clean the floor that was half-covered with water.