The Triangle

The Triangle
Five
You never know the true value of true love until a mosquito lands on your cheek. Ask your loved ones to kill it for you, their reactions tell you how much they love you … – Anonymous…

“The secret must be well kept or else if I should grab it, I will make millions out of it – that is if I don’t eat all the ice cream I made myself. Thanks for this cup.”
Ade knew the conversation will flow. Give a woman her favourite toy, and the best kept secret in her life will spring forth before she can close her mouth.

The eating of the ice cream was the leverage Adeolu needed to start the conversation.
“So now that the ‘Special’ is really specialising our throats and taste buds, may I know what else will have to go or accompany ‘Special’ on its journey? Or will it journey down as an orphan – all alone?” he asked Lola, who was still rolling a spoonful of the cold delicacy in her mouth.
“Gbun!!!” Lola’s throat sounded as she swallowed the ice cream in her mouth to answer Adeolu’s question. She knew it was unladylike and she did it intentionally but she couldn’t help feeling naughty when eating that favourite ice cream of hers. Besides, she was feeling already at home with Adeolu.
“Ade, if you wouldn’t mind, I will say we get another cup of Special to accompany Special on its special journey.”
Ade knew it would come to that. It was time to play a little with her mind. He picked up his favourite line and it has never disappointed him. The pickup line has a track record of 99 per cent accuracy.
“What a lovely suggestion you brought! I knew from that moment I saw you sitting in that corner of the dark cinema hall that you would be a brainiac. You just confirmed what my heart told me about your creation but God.”
“And what is that Mr. Flatterer?”
“That you were and are truly made and frequently repaired by God on a Sunday and every Sunday.”
“What is special about being made on a Sunday and how are Sunday creations being repaired on Sundays?”
“Don’t you know that God had lots of time on His hands when he created some people on Sundays? They will be endowed with every good thing that God has. Beauty, intelligence, bravery, wisdom, many other good things you can think of. They are repaired every Sunday when they sleep because God wants to make sure they have little or no flaw. They are the most near-perfect beings.”
“Hmmmm! Ade The Philosopher! See explanation and thinking. But I am sorry to disappoint you, I wasn’t born on a Sunday.”
“Being created on a Sunday doesn’t mean you would be born on a Sunday. Just forget it you were created on a Sunday.”
“Mr. Sunday creator, this cup of Special is almost out of ice and cream, can we have another one sir?”
“As your ladyship pleases.”
He knew the efficacy of the line he had used. He knew that at the end of the conversation the pickup line would generate, Lola would have become more calmer and she would felt more at home and freer than when ‘Special’ first opened the door. Her guards would have been completely let down and his arrows of schemes would really have a field day.

He stood up and within minutes, two bigger cups of ‘Special’ were waiting to be devoured. He had wanted to ride his luck and bought a single large bowl but he decided against it at the last moment. His experience with ladies had taught him not to do so. A woman who was laughing with you a minute ago, could turn out to become a venom in the next second if she senses any sign of foul play from you.
“Hide your cards when playing with a woman, cos no woman is a fool. She would strike when she gets a whim of your cards; weaknesses,” he remembered the words of his great teacher, who taught him the rudiments of being a ‘wise man in the game.”

Special on the table, it was time to get to know who the lady in front of him was. He sat and counted the hands of the clock on the wall of the eatery opposite where he was sitting. He called it the ten-minute silence. He used it when he wants to start what looks like a serious conversation.
Basically, it entails keeping quiet and nursing his food or drink slowly for ten minutes till the lady talks or after ten minutes when he starts the conversation himself. If the lady starts it, it was good for his plans. He would have learnt something from her but if he starts it, he would also have learnt a lot from watching the girl, who obviously would not suspect anything and would be tackling her food or drink. But in some cases, the lady too would be nursing the food or drink and not eat as normally as she would. She would seemingly be waiting for who to break the ice.
Lola was one of such ladies who would tackle her food with gusto, especially the ones she loved. She would sit and eat and then face the guy who took her out for a date. She hates to talk when she is enjoying a meal – a good meal – or ice cream – such a special—hence she was grateful when after Adeolu brought the second cup of Special and he didn’t talk. She faced the business at hand and in five minute, she was ready to hear what he would say.
She hadn’t finished the ice cream but she was sure she wouldn’t be pained if she had to storm out of the sitting or if there would be a need to abandon the rest of the ice cream. With a corner of her eyes, she watched Adeolu as he slowly and deliberately ate his ice cream and pretended not to watch her. She knew he was watching and she took her time to eat her cream. She was not one to eat in a rush except she doesn’t like the man and wants to put him off from the start.
“Ade seems like a good man,” she thought to herself and took her time to carefully but calculatedly eat her ice cream. She wouldn’t want him to think she was acting and she wouldn’t want him to think of her as a glutton. Her normal way of eating was what she put up, so when the five minutes was complete, she knew she was satisfied and then began nursing the rest of the ice cream while looking up and avoiding eye contact with Adeolu, who was also doing the same.
Adeolu was watching as she swallowed spoon after spoon of the cold mixture and he was more than impressed with her way of eating. He noticed that after five minutes of eating the ice cream, her expressions changed and it was evident that she doesn’t mind anything happening to the ice cream. But he would wait till the ten minutes was over.
“She is really a go-getter. She doesn’t care about people’s opinions of her and she will gladly not sacrifice her self esteem for anything on earth. The way she handled the spoon shows that she would also be an analytic lady. She will also be a problem solver,” Adeolu thought to himself. He was using one of the things he had learnt from a book – 100 things your woman’s actions say about her – whose author he had forgotten. There was a chapter dedicated to the analysis of a woman’s eating habits and styles. All these he had made him get attracted to Lola the more.
By the time he would look up to the wall, it was already seven minutes into the ten minutes of silence, he needed to eat much out of this large cream before him in three minutes and get to know Lola.
“I must know her today. I won’t make it over the phone. But lemme not waste this before it passes a wrong signal to her,” he said as the spoons of ice cream followed themselves into his stomach creating a cold trail from his mouth to his rectum.
By the time the ten minutes would have wound down, he had also done much damage to the ice cream and the wafers he had in it. It was time to break the ice.
“Omolola, I hope I haven't bored you to death today?”
Lola looked up and smiled. It was time to meet this guy who is really sparing no cost to make her have a great day.
“No Ade, in fact I am not an inch bored.”