Gentle was nodding his head to the beat of Awele by Maestro that was being played on the car stereo, it looked like the song was making the journey less boring. Gentle isn’t really a fan of nigerian music but this particular one got him nodding his head, that his something that hasn’t happened in a long time. He really didn’t feel like going to see his parents anymore because he knew they were gonna nag him to death about different things ranging from coming home without his twin brother, him not coming home for a very long time and where he got a car from. He had all his answers well prepared though, he is going to tell them that his twin brother had to go and write an impromptu test that very morning, and about the issue of him not coming home, he is going to tell them about how tight the schedule has been for a long long time now and finally he will tell them the car belongs to his friend. He knew they wouldn’t buy any of those excuses but he just had to come up with something, for a moment he thought about just postponing the journey till a day when him and Slimmy could go visit them together. He was about shaking the thoughts away when he heard some crampy sounds from the rear side of the vehicle, he parked the car by the road side and came down to check what was causing the sound.
After several fruitless minutes of searching for what was causing the noise he decided to place a call to the mechanic that helps in fixing and servicing their cars.
“Hello Bros how far na……… Na Gentle……. I dey bros, na this car wey I dey carry travel just begin make some funny sounds….. Na the Toyota…. Haa but shey I fit carry am travel like that……. Oopz okay bros I go bring am come your side now” Gentle ended the call.
“Maybe God doesn’t want me to go after all” Gentle murmured as he made a u-turn and enroute the mechanic’s workshop. He stayed around as the mechanic worked on the car, he still had it in mind that if the mechanic could fix the problem swiftly then he will still embark on the trip.
“Bros, I don finish ooh” the mechanic announced to Gentle who has already slept off on a piece of bench that the mechanic gave him to sit on.
“Bros” Gentle called out yearning “You don fix am shey?”
“Yeah, I don fix am. You go fit carry am travel now” the mechanic replied.
“Okay na but I no fit travel as I dey like this I don tire” Gentle said as counted some naira notes and handed over some to the mechanic.
“Haa bros this one too much oo, my God go bless you oo” The mechanic replied cheerfully. Gentle entered the car, ignited the engine and waited to see if the sound would still pop up, after being rest assured that the sound was no longer there, he drove away from the mechanic’s workshop and went home.
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After Hadijat went out Rofiat also left the house, Halimat was left at home all by herself. She got bored of watching tv and her mind drifted towards Oj, she still didn’t know if she could forgive him for not telling her everything about him. After much deliberation she decided to take a walk round the area to see if it will work in reducing her sadness. She went into her room and tied a scarf to cover her hair and then left the house, as soon as she shut the gate outside, she saw Oj standing beside his car close to their house. It was too late to run back inside so she just decided to pretend like she didn’t see him and continued her road walk. Oj rushed after her calling her name repeatedly but she didn’t even act like someone was calling her, Oj kept up his pace in order to meet up with her and then held her hand back after catching up her pace.
“What is your problem, can’t you just leave me be” Halimat Screamed.
“I can’t, if I could then I would but I can’t ” Oj replied calmly.
“See Oj or whatever they call you, I can never date a cultist, much less one that is a rival to the cult my sister belongs to” Halimat still on top of her voice.
“We are no longer enemies, we are allies now. Please I can’t live without you Girlfriend” Oj now sober.
“I don’t care and I have told you not to call me that again, I ceased to be your girlfriend when I found out the kind of devil that you are” Halimat snapped her hand away from OJ’s and walked away while Oj just stood there watching her walk away.
“I won’t give up, I love you and will always do Girlfriend” Oj screamed loud enough for Halimat to hear him. A tear or two escaped Halimat’s eyes as she kept on walking away.
Slimmy ushered Hadijat into his room and watched as she settled down on the bed. It was the same room that She and Halimat stayed during their stay in the mansion so she felt comfortable in the room. She sat down close to the tip of the bed further revealing her laps, this made Slimmy heart pump blood faster than usual, he couldn’t hold it anymore as he rushed to where she was sitting and squatted placing his hands on her laps. ‘Finally’ Hadijat thought in her mind expecting Slimmy to profess his love to her or at least just ask her out but Slimmy on the other hand just started kissing her laps, she kept her cool to see his next move. Slimmy after noticing that she didn’t budge when he kissed her laps started moving his hands to her pants and was about pulling the pants down when Hadijat stood up angrily.
“What in the hell do you take me for, a cheap prostitute” Hadijat snapped at him. Slimmy just stayed down looking surprised at the sudden outburst.
“It’s not your fault anyway” Hadijat said and stormed out of the room. Slimmy still sat down speechless.
Hadijat rushed to her car and drove off immediately, she had lots of adrenaline flowing through her, she was ashamed at how she had presented herself to Slimmy, she shouldn’t have made herself look so cheap, she shouldn’t have even followed him to the room, she regretted a lot of her actions. She was really angry and disappointed at herself, she drove her car angrily and quite recklessly too.
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Gentle still listening to music as he rode home, he was really exhausted and couldn’t wait to get a nap as soon as he got home. He was almost home when he saw Hadijat’s car approaching, his mind jumped for joy with the hope that she was going to pull over and then they will talk their differences out. He was shocked when Hadijat just sped past him, he looked at her through the window and she looked quite angry. Gentle decided not to follow her and went home instead, he got home to meet the mansion totally empty, he went into Slimmy’s room and met him still sitting on the ground the same way Hadijat left him sitting.
“Slimmy, was Hadijat here ?” Gentle asked.
Episode 33
‘Was Hadijat here?’ Gentle asked Slimmy again.
Slimmy who was still looking baffled took a quick glance at Gentle and sighed. He got up and walked to the rail where the clothes were hung. He took off his shirt and flung it on the bed. He selected another shirt and took another glance at Gentle who was still staring at him to get an explanation. Then he put on the shirt and marched out of the room without closing the door, leaving Gentle transfixed to the ground.
Gentle continued to watch Slimmy go until he was out of sight. Then Gentle turned to search around the room if he could see anything that’ll suggest to him what really was happening. He didn’t find anything unusual, so he didn’t know what to think or conclude. He began to doubt if Hadijat had really visited the mansion. Why would she even do that? She had never for once accepted his invitation for her to come in ever since the unrest had stopped. So, he couldn’t pick out that thing that could have brought her in.
Or was it Slimmy? But why would he invite her? He knew Slimmy was never interested in her kind of girls. She was far younger that the league of girls who formed Slimmy’s list of sex machines. Even if she was in the league, Slimmy interest would have been turned off by circumstances that surrounded their first encounter, that is how rudely she behaved and handed Gentle a hot slap.
But something was definitely wrong with the two, Slimmy and Hadijat. He took out his phone and dialed Hadijat’s number. It beeped for a while and then stopped when the call was not answered. He tried it a second and third time again and still got the same responses. He gave up and returned the phone into his pocket before falling into the bed.
‘Slimmy!’ Guys hailed all around as Slimmy marched forward to a table in the beer parlour. He raised his two hands up in response to their greetings but said nothing till he got to the table. He drew out a seat and rolled his sleeves before sitting. He took a glance at the bar to order for a drink but he was lost as to what drink to request for. He covered his eyes with his palms and faced down. His problem or need wasn’t a drink, in fact there were lots of drinks that he could not exhaust in the Arch Angels mansion.
He remembered the disappointment and fury he saw in Hadijat’s eyes when he tried to pull down her pant. He wasn’t expecting her to respond like that. When she offered to come keep him company via WhatsApp, he thought that she was actually prepared and coming to get a romp, so it was surprising for him to see her outburst.
But what else on earth did she come for if not for sex? What else did she want with her constant seeking of his attention? He asked himself. She was even the one that enhanced his appetite for her with her dressing. Her curves displayed by her tight gown and her sexy thighs were something he had never seen in other girls, there was just this difference he couldn’t point out to. From the moment he had ushered her to the seat and he saw her revealed thighs below the gown was when the fire started burning in his heart. What he initially craved for before her arrival was playful sex to while away time but after she arrived his heart began to beat faster as he started to long for more passionate romance.
Still, he couldn’t pick out what the reason was for the disappointment in her eyes. He was surprised that she was expecting something different from him.
A soft knock sounded on his table, waking him up from his thoughts. He looked up to see a barman standing in front of him.
‘What do you want us to get you sir?’ The barman asked politely.
‘Ermm… Get me any drink, anything you think would be suitable for me.’ He replied the barman with a convincing look.
‘Okay,’ the barman replied after seconds and turned away.
‘Shi*t!’ Slimmy cursed as a sweat dropped off his face. ‘What the hell is this? Why do I even give a f**k about the b---h?’ He asked himself. He now began to wonder why he let her go. No girl had ever entered his room without getting smashed, worse still on a day that seemed quite boring. Maybe if he hadn’t been stupid to let her go, she might be discussing with Rough and her other sister his proficiency in matters of the bed and maybe Rough and the other sister would be making up their minds to line up for the same experience now. He decided that it wasn’t worth bothering about, talk more of sweating.
He cleaned his face with his handkerchief and tried to get up from his seat but something was restraining him from getting up. He sat back, thinking it was the drink he had ordered for. He took out his phone while he waited for the drink. He turned on his data connection and opened the WhatsApp application.
New messages began to pop in. For some reasons he ignored the new messages and scrolled down to the chat with Hadijat. He clicked on it and opened her profile.
“Hmm… Gonna be great today, finally he’s going to say it to me.” He read out loud her status which she updated about two hours ago, the same time she was last seen online, that was before she got to the mansion.
Guilt struck his heart as he pondered on the status. Was she expecting him to say something to her? What could that be? So she wasn’t coming for sex? He asked himself several similar questions. He returned back to the chat box and made the keyboard pop up. For some minutes, he just gestured around the keyboard. Then he deleted the words again.
“I’m sorry,” he finally typed and clicked send.
The message had already been marked delivered before he realized what he did. Did he just apologize to a girl? “F**k!” He ran his hand through his hair in frustration.
“Here’s it sir,” the barman finally returned with a beer bottle and a glass.
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