Dirty Hustler - Season 1 - Episode 17

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Dirty Hustler - Season 1 - Episode 17

Epi 15

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Continuation. . .
I resumed work the next Monday. I was anxious about Broda coming to see Musa.
“Darling, how is your mum? Hope you enjoyed your stay at the village?” Musa asked sweetly as I sat on his laps and played with his soft curly hair.
“She’s fine.” I replied.

If only he knew how horrible my weekend had been, I sighed.

Musa planted a deep kiss on my lips. “I missed you.” He whispered.

I recoiled from him. I remembered I was still spotting blood from my anus. I shuddered as my mind flashed back to what Broda did to me during the weekend.

I stood up from Musa’s laps and sat on the couch next to him. I thought it was a good time to let him know about Broda’s visit.
“My elder brother dey Lagos… I told him so much about you, he talk say he wan see you…he go come today.”

Musa’s face went blank immediately.
“You get brother?” He asked with a frown.
“Yes…my elder brother… He be the first born.”

“You tell am about me? I think say we agree say nobody go know about us?”

My heart sank. I thought he loved me. He had even asked me to spend the weekend at his place. Was he ashamed of me?

“Na only my brother I tell.” I spoke sadly.
“Cherry, a deal is a deal. You have to Learn to stick to your words.” He said

firmly. “Since you don already ask am to come, no wahala…No tell any other person say we get anything.” He shrugged.
I Stared at him and concluded he didn’t really love me, he was only using me for sex. Broda was right, other men were only after my body, no man could ever love a broke school dropout like me, I thought to myself as I walked to the restroom to cry.

Broda came into the office around 2pm in the afternoon. He exchanged pleasantries with Musa and they talked for a while.

I excused myself from the office and sat outside to wait. I was still sour at Musa’s attitude. To think I had almost fallen in love with him.

Broda came out from the office and asked me to walk with him to the gate.

“So na Arab you dey fork?…I be think say na Hausa or Fulani” Broda sneered at me.
Blood rushed to my cheeks and I bent my head.

“The man get money, we go hit am big.” Broda chuckled as he placed a hand over my shoulder. “We just need play our cards right.”

When we got to the gate, I bade him goodbye and walked back to the office.

That night, Broda and I la!d side by side on our mat. We had a lot of gists and laughs. I was in a happy mood.

“I want make you get belle for Musa.” Broda said suddenly.

I jerked up from the mat and stared at him with surprise. I looked at his face for a sign that he was joking but it seemed he was serious about what he said.

I shook my head vigorously. “I no fit!”
He sat up and held my hand.

“Cherry, we need get the man to dey committed… That man fit give us up to 15 or 20 million naira, we just need get where to take hook am and that na the only way.”
I removed my hand from his and shook my head again. How could he suggest such a thing, I thought.

“Cherry, be considerate…you know say this man, him pocket full and we need the money. You…well, if you demand for that kind money he no go give you…many girls dey wey he fit take replace you adding to the fact say you no too bright, the man just dey manage you….Na the belle sure pass. We go use the money take travel abroad, start our family and live better life…I just want the best for us baby.” Broda grabbed my waist and kissed my cheek.
I pulled away from him.

“Wetin we go do with the pikin?” I asked as my mind flashed back to my first daughter who Broda had given away.

Broda hissed. “That one no be problem…The belle no go reach 7 months before we comot am. By then, with God’s grace, the man go don pay up.”

Tears ran down my eyes as I weighed the gravity of his plan, I didn’t want to lose another child. How many more children would I have to sacrifice to fulfil Broda’s dream? I asked myself.

“Why don’t you just get me pregnant and we go talk say na him get the belle. With that, no need for abortion… He go still pay the money and we go born the pikin for abroad…”

“God forbid!” Broda waved his hands over his head and snapped his fingers. “You no fit carry my belle come dey fork another man, na big taboo where I come from, you and the pikin go just die self….and besides, we nor fit born now, make we settle for abroad first, life no dey easy there o!”
Broda moved closer to me and held me tight to his body. “Cherry do am for me, for us…for our future children.”
“I can’t…” I sobbed.

He pushed me away from him. I almost hit my head on the brick wall.

“You be one very selfish person!” He screamed at me. “All you think about is yourself! You think say I dey happy say you wan carry another man belle? You think say na only me go enjoy the money?! I dey make plans for you, I dey secure your future… You for still dey village dey slave away for your Mama farm…You think say the Arab love you? He just dey use your body! When better, classy babes full ground. Na local girl like you he go dey mess with…no wonder he dey lock you dey fork you for office.” He stood up and punched the wall.

I was frightened. I shifted to a corner on the mat and bent my knee to my breasts.
“See, I don try for you…never for once wey I don ever cheat on you since we meet, na you carry your dirty p---y go fork….Tomorrow, gently pack your things comot…All my plans with you don cancel, no marriage again!”
Broda turned to face the wall as he panted.
I felt terrible. I didn’t want to lose Broda because of Musa who didn’t love me.
I caused all of this, I shouldn’t have cheated in the first place, Broda only wanted to make something good out of a horrible situation. He was doing it for us. I thought.
I stood up and walked to him.

“I will do it.” I said and sniffed.