MY IDOL, MY OFFICER

Chapter Twenty: Forever Officer

One year later, Vivian was a Senior Health Informatics Officer.

She had her own small office at the hospital and was proud of how far she had come.

He was now a major public figure and dance icon in Ghana and the UK. He had even opened his own dance school.

They lived together in the apartment that Vivian had once accepted the key to.

Her mom approved of the arrangement, and he had even prepared a small room for William to stay in during holidays.

Yet, despite all his success, he remained the same person Vivian had met at the airport.

Every morning, he wanted a goodbye kiss on the forehead before she went to work.

“Officer, don’t leave until you say goodbye properly,” he would tease.

Every evening, after his dance classes, he would sit beside her and rest his head on her lap, just like he had done in the small studio years before.

“You know what I love most?” he asked one night.

“What?”

“That you let me go. You weren’t selfish. You let me build my dream. Because you supported me when I was still finding my way, I can now share this life with you.”

Vivian smiled.

“I’ll always support you—in the shadow and in the light. Because you are my idol, and I am your Officer.”

He kissed her hands and forehead.

Outside, Accra was noisy.

Inside, their home was peaceful.

Then William shouted from the next room:

“Brother! Stop disturbing my sister and come and teach me a new dance!”

They both burst out laughing.

Vivian and her idol looked at each other, smiling.

Their journey had begun with a watermelon juice, a t****k notification, and a cardboard sign at an airport.

Now, it had become a life they had built together.

THE END.