DIAMOND and STONES!
Quickly, I opened the flask just to check the warmth of the food. Satisfied, I closed it and placed it on the dining table.
 Moments later, Victor returned.
 "Good morning Victor, are you okay? Your sister informed me that you've been purging..." I asked immediately.
 Victor slowly sat down and gave a sigh of relief.
 "Yea.. But I think I'm done now. I observed I'm better now. I think it's the sandwich Tamela made for me..not quite sure, maybe it's the mayonnaise" He responded.
 'Poor Victor' I thought to myself.
Even his sister failed to tell him about the vinegar!
 "Well, I guess by now you should be hungry.. Come and have some food. I made you your favorite dish, Yam and Pepper Soup."
 I beckoned.
Then, there was a smile that lit up Victor's face, just like someone who just won a jackpot..
 He moved quickly to the dining table and impatiently opened it.
 "Hmmm...sure smells nice...wow! Trishia, you even added snail!" He said as he reached out for one of them.
 I just smiled while he continued eating. Well, I was so delighted to watch him eat while I ceased the moment to appreciate him.
 "Vic, I received the message you left last night.I really really don't know what to say, I'm so grateful..sorry, I did not make it home early.." I managed to speak, not knowing what response to get.
 Victor kept on eating and it took him quite some time to respond.
 "Sweetheart, you know, staying out that late is not so ideal for a woman..
More over, you should also know that the roads are not that friendly at such odd hours.."
He finally spoke.
 "Yea, just that I and Sade had some important issues to discuss..." I responded.
 "Exactly my point! a friend like Sade should not encourage late nights..." Victor responded abruptly.
 Somewhere deep within me, I kind of sensed the direction of our discourse thus in other not to complicate issues, I decided to just allow him enjoy the remaining part of his meal.

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