Belina - S02 E35 (Story Episode)

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Belina - S02 E35 (Story Episode)

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 35

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Ronke stood up from the
bed, trying to dress up. The
idiotic pig had used her and
used her over again to his
satisfaction. Can she blame
him? She had made herself
available. She looked over
her shoulders at the
snoring pot-bellied man
and had the instant urge to
throw up. She wanted to
kick him in the butt and yell
for him to give her her
money so she could leave
but she wanted to be
dressed when she wakes
him. She could not allow
this despicable man to stare
at her nakedness like he
owns her. She decided a
little shower would be
great; to wash away the
hands of the filthy man
before it sticks to her body.
Confident that the chief
would not be roused from
his sleep, she arranged her
clothes on the bed and
made for the bathroom.
She had her hand on the
door handle as she was
closing the bathroom door
when her eyes fell on the
brief case under the bed.

She closed the door,
dismissing the briefcase for
a mere documents box and
slipped into the bathroom,
closing the door behind
her. As the water hit her
body, she shuddered and
relaxed. The box still tugged
at her brain though. She put
off the shower and dried
her body hurriedly in order
to satisfy her curiosity. She
would shower later, she
thought, sneaking out of
the bathroom carefully in
order not to rouse the
sleeping man.

She pulled put the briefcase
and tip-toed back into the
bathroom. Sitting on the
toilet seat, she tried to pry
the locks open. She tried
everything she could ever
think of but the box just
would not give way. She
groaned softly. She
remembered that he had
once told her the password
to unlock his phone and
she turned the locks. ‘2552’.
The box gave way and she
heaved a huge sigh but the
sigh immediately turned to
a quick gasp when her eyes
caught a glimpse of what
laid in the box. She pulled
up the cover slowly and her
eyes widened. Saliva was
threatening to escape her
mouth and a tiny ounze
dropped before she could
think of closing her mouth.
Staring at her was a box full
of pounds sterling bundles.
She could not even imagine
how much the money
would be. She closed the
box in a hurry, dropped it
carefully on the floor,
peeped to be sure the chief
was still asleep, then tip-
toed out of the bathroom.
She gathered her clothes,
went back into the
bathroom, and wore
everything in a record-
breaking speed limit; the
bath she had planned to
have did not even cross her
mind. She picked up the
box and left the bathroom,
picked up her shoes and
slipped the briefcase into
her extra-large handbag –
thank God for big ladies’
bag. Shoes in hand, she got
out. Wore the shoe in a
hurry and hurried out.

‘Oyinade can go to hell as
far as I am concerned. This
money is the koko’ she
thought, flagging down a
bike outside the hotel, with
plans to elope on her head.
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Oyinade had cornflakes in
her mouth as she watched
a Yoruba movie in African
magic. She watched as
funke akindele entered the
house of an herbalist and a
thought occurred to her.
Maybe she would have to
visit one herself, she
thought. The pressure she
had been feeling had been
lifted immediately she made
the phone call. It is just a
day to the two weeks
deadline and she was
feeling perfectly at ease. She
laughed at the hilarious
display on the TV and
focused her attention on
the movie.

The ringing of her phone
diverted her attention and
she picked it with her eyes
still glued to the TV. One
glance at the caller’s ID
made her loose total
interest in the movie. Tikes
had promised to call
yesterday in order to get
descriptions but he hadn’t
called.
“Hello”… “I have one”…
“Alright, I would send both
to you now”…

She rose to her feet,
heading towards the
kitchen. She dropped her
empty plate in the zinc and
rinsed her hands with the
water from the zinc tap.
After drying her hands with
a towel, she went back to
the sitting room, picked up
her phone and started
pressing her phone. After
typing for about a minute,
she paused and stopped to
inspect what she had typed
before sending it. When she
got the delivery report, she
dropped the phone with a
smile. No matter what
happened, nothing could be
traced to her because she
had ensured that her ID
was hidden, everytime she
either called or sent a
message. She relaxed fully,
resuming her movie.