Adaeze’s Dinner with Aamin

“I have exciting news for you,” Aamin said to Adaeze. They were having dinner at his favorite restaurant.

“What’s the news?” she asked.

“I got a job in Dubai.”

Adaeze stared at him. “Dubai?”

“Yes. It’s at a radio station.” He mentioned its name. “Marketing Experts is one of the highest paid opening jobs in Dubai. There’s always a demand.”

“What about your job here in London?”

“I will be making more money in Dubai than I am at my current job.”

“What made you decide to look for a job in Dubai?”

“Terek called me and told me that there were job openings in my field and encouraged me to apply if I was interested. I went online, found this job opening and applied.”

“So, that’s why you went to Dubai last week.”


“You said you were going there on business.”

“I was. I was attending a business convention and I arranged it so that while I was there, I could also go for the job interview. They called me on Thursday to tell that I got the job. I was ecstatic and wanted to wait until tonight to tell you. You don’t seem very thrilled about it.”

“I’m surprised.”

“I’m not sure why you are, though. I’ve always indicated that I wanted to return to Dubai one of these days. I took you there so that you could see the place and hopefully, like it.”

“I liked it very much. Crime is very low there and people are tolerant of each others’ beliefs and ways of life.”

“Dubai is one of the safest cities in the world and an idyllic place in which to raise a family. You and I will find a nice place there close to the city center or one by the waterfront. Whichever you prefer.”

“You want me to move to Dubai with you?”

“Of course.” He looked surprised at her question.

“Aamin, my family, my job, are here. I can’t leave them.”

“The only family you have here is Chioma. You didn’t seem to mind leaving your parents in Abuja to come here.”

“Chioma and Dushan are going to have a baby.”

“When she has the baby, you and I will visit.”

“I wanted to be there at the hospital with her–to hold my newborn niece or nephew.”

“All right. We can come the week she’s due to have the baby. We can stay at a hotel close to the hospital.”

“What about my job, Aamin?”

“I’m sure you won’t have any trouble finding another one in Dubai.”

“I’m a mechanic. Are there any female mechanics in Dubai?”

“Yes. There’s Huda Al Matroushi. She’s the first Emirati woman mechanic and one of a handful of Emirati women who own and run a car garage in the UAE. But, why do you want to fix cars when you can do something else?”

“May I remind you that we met when you came to have your car fixed?”

“Yes. Okay. If you want a job as a mechanic, we can see if you can work at Huda’s garage or one of the other garages owned by women.”

“Aamin, I don’t want to move to Dubai. My life is here. I love my job and Chioma is here.” She knew that those were only two of the reasons why she didn’t want to leave London.

“I understand how you feel, Adaeze, but what about me? What about us?”

“I see us here in London, not in Dubai.”

“Why can’t we make a new life in Dubai?”

“Aamin, I’m sorry but–“

“Why don’t you take time and think it over? You might change your mind.”

“I’m not going to change my mind. My life is here in London.”

He sighed heavily. “I’m really sorry to hear that.”

“This changes everything between us.”

“Yes, it does.”

“When do you move to Dubai?”

“The second week of November.”

“I’ll come with you to the airport.”

“I wish you were coming with me to Dubai, Adaeze.”

“I’m sorry, Aamin. You’ll have to go without me.”

“I’ll visit Dushan and Chioma to say goodbye.”

“They’ll be sorry that you’re leaving.”

“What about you? Are you sorry that I’m leaving?”

“Of course.”

“It’s too bad that things have turned out like this, Adaeze. I thought we had a future together but that isn’t likely now.”

“I’m sorry about how things have turned out too.”

“I don’t feel much for dessert, do you?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“I’ll pay the bill now, then.” He signaled the waiter.

After he paid the bill, they left the restaurant. They didn’t say much to each other as they walked to the car or as he drove to her place. He saw her to her door.

“Thanks for dinner,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry that it didn’t turn out as you hoped.”

“I was hoping to celebrate our new life together in Dubai but it just didn’t work out that way.”

“I wish you all the best in Dubai.”

“Thanks, but it won’t be the same without you.”

She didn’t answer.

“Goodnight, Adaeze.”

“Goodnight, Aamin.”

He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. When he drew back to gaze down at her, his eyes were sad. He turned and walked away.

Adaeze waited until she heard the elevator come and leave before she unlocked her door and went inside, her heart breaking.

Aamin stepped inside the elevator. Fortunately, he was alone. He pressed the button for the lobby and as the descended, he thought about how the evening had turned out. He was really cut up about it because he had been so excited about moving back to Dubai and couldn’t wait to tell Adaeze. It never occurred to him that she wouldn’t want to go.

He had planned for them to go there, find a nice apartment and settle down. He thought that she would have found a more professional job instead of fixing cars. He was going to ask her to marry him on their first evening in their apartment in Dubai. The wedding was going to take place at the Adventist church there after they transferred their membership from the current church.

He sighed. All his plans for Adaeze and him had fallen through. Now he understood why God had told him not to buy an engagement ring. Shaking his head and with a heavy heart, he walked slowly to his parked car.

Sources: Grab Jobs; Expatra; The Telegraph; The National News

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