Countless - S01 E89

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Countless - S01 E89

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 89

Initially, I didn’t care about the noise but then it grew more hotter and louder.

‘shango what kind of a gawd are you? Your son just arrived after a nasty ordeal and to get him a nice sleep is too herculean for you?’ I think you already know the figure of speech am going to use for that speech above

‘Is someone trying to bring hell to my door steps? Or whats going on?’

I hurriedly put on my cloths and got out of my room.

“let me kill that boy! Walahi talahi sunmabi lahi, Ah go kill am today!…” Those were the derogatory words coming out from the mouth of a tall slim guy that the neighbours in our compound was trying to subdue.

I marched down there quickly to have a clear view of what was happening.

Getting there, I saw a much younger boy that resembles the guy the neighbours were trying to apprehend lying on the floor. Face battered, swollen cheeks and dirty rumpled cloths.

I’d never seen their faces before but I later found out that they are among the new tennants occupying the rooms that all my Judases vacated recently.

Just as I was still thinking of what might have prompted the ugly incidence, the guy being apprehended managed to broke free of his subduers* and ran furiously in my direction where the boy I presumed to be his brother was lying.

The latter tried getting on his feet to run away but before he could completed his intentions, his brother had gotten to him like a speeding bullet and began to rain all sorts of pain inflicting punch on him.

The boy’s pitiful eyes settled on mine and I felt the sudden urge to help him out.

Regardless of whatever crimes the boy might have committed, I still find it inappropriate and utterly senseless for his brother to be dealing with him this gruesome way.

‘why don’t you do something you think is right and d--n the consequences?’ My madrid conscience had muttered to me and though I already made up my mind to clearly stay out of trouble, but if helping this boy means getting into another trouble, then so be it.

It was one of those moments when you start doing something before you realise you’re actually doing it and that was exactly how I felt when my hand connected to the head of the guy beating his brother. He turned abruptly around and shot me a scornful look

Glad that I finally got his attention, I stepped a bit backwards, expecting him to leave his brother and take it up with me and fortunately, he didn’t fail my expectations.

He rose up and dashed furiously at me but being a learned boxer, I met his approach with a straight jab below his left chin and he staggered backwards

Seems like the gathered crowd were already enjoying the latest turn of events as they began to scream words like, “yes, teach him sense…shebi we don dey holl am since he no gree….Darous beat am wella.”

Hearing those words, he rubbed his chin and shot me another bitter stare.

“what!….ah go kill you today!” He thundered angrily and made another rush at me.

An angry mind is the most weakest mind of all- words of my boxing coach.

The angry rush he made at me gave me the ample opportunity to locate his solar plexus whence I sent a counter punch with my right hand and which aided in knocking the fight out of him.

***

“so you mean you planned on killing your brother because he applied starch in your socks? Thats so irrational of someone like you.” I said outrightly to Usman after I returned from the pharmacy where I benovelently went to treat Farouq, his younger brother.

He already told me he’d asked his brother the previous evening to help him wash his cloths whence the latter, maybe intentionally or not, applied starch in the socks.

“bro no be only that o..” He said.

“then what else? What else can you say to justify your actions?” I queried angrily.

Wipping the blood cut on his chin, he spoke.”would you believe that my boss sacked me because of that stupid boy did?”

“sacked you? I don’t get it. Is your boss the owner of the socks?”

“no…am a driver. I was driving my boss to Abuja this morning to an executive meeting.”

“and?”

“barely half the way, he suddenly ordered me to park and get out of the car.”

“What did he say you did?”

“he accused me of body odour. That am smelling bad. It was after he’d gone far and I began to check myself that I realize that it was my socks thats been smelling. Then I removed it and feel it sticky and glumy.

No thanks to my idiot brother. Am now jobless.” He ended with a tone of pity

How can you cost someone there job with your stupidity and expect nothing less than a brutal retaliation henceforth? Truth be told, Farouq is politically stupid.

After the discussion, I went inside my room and counted fifteen wards of one thousand naira notes. I signalled to Usman to come closer and handed him the money.

He collected it and began raining words of appreciation on me.

“never thought I’ll be smiling again in my life but because of you Darous, I was able to smile again. Thank you Darous. May Allah bless you more”

He prayed fervently

“welcome to the new my life.” I told him with a smile and went back inside my room to get my sweat-covered body cleaned

Barely 3mins inside the bathroom, a knock landed on my door.

Thinking it was either Farouq or Usman, probably coming to thank me again, I quickly wore my boxer on my still wet body and hanged my magic towel across my neck and got out of the bathroom to open the door.

Opening the door, its was neither Farouq nor Usman knocking the door but it was rather a very alluring round face lady. Light complexion, about 5.9ft in height, claded in the khaki trouser and white vest of the NYSC. Hair packed in a pony tail with a brown bag strapped to her back.

She focused her seductive gaze at my six packs longer than I do in surveying her mesmerizing appearance.

‘is this some kind of temptation from the gawd of thunder to confirm if I truly meant my decision to stay away from anything skirty. Or why would a beautiful devil in the name of p---y be at my doorsteps barely hours after I opted for a new leaf?’

“hi…um….you must be Darous?” Her gentle voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“urgh…yeap…and who wants to know?” I asked stepping fully out of the room

“am Chi Bela, but just call me Bela… Am your new neighbour…..” She said with a quizzical look while stretching forth her slim hands for an handshake.

I took the soft hands in mine and gave her a placcid smile.”oh… Bela… Welcome to….”

“aiit…thanks…” She said smiling again.

“okay Bela, to what do I owe this introduction?” I said as we both settled in the plastic chair beside my door

“am here to tell you that, two women, actually one lady like me and one older woman have been frequenting this place since I moved in. Both asking of you.”

“what!…2 wo…men?..do they drop their names?” I queried, getting instantly uneasy at her words

“actually one of them did. Chioma…she’s been here more times than the older woman. She also gave me her number to give to you.” She removed a piece of paper from her bag and copied the number on her phone to it.

‘The older woman must be Adedoyin. What exactly did this woman want from me after I’d made it crystal clear that am no longer interested in our suicide relationship? Or na by force?’

“here.” Bela said handing the paper to me. “the other woman didn’t drop her number or name but she seems very desperate to see you.”

“really?”

“going by how she’s been acting whenever she comes here, she really is very desperate to see you.”

“hmmm…thanks alot Bela….I think its kind of getting cold here. Got to put on my cloths.” I said standing up from the chair and she followed suit.

I got inside the room and placed a call to Chioma.

“hello Chy…”

“wooooooow! Darousmart! Is that really your voice am hearing?” She screamed into the phone.

“how did you know its me? You don’t even have my new number.”

“I can’t miss that voice for anything in the world. Gawd I missed you.” She ended with an awful tone

“same here dear. But am afraid we can’t see eachother again.” I declared frankly.

“what! Why? I just got you back Darous.”

“am a changed man Chy…am no more interested in our dalliance relationship.”

She was silent for some seconds before she responded. “thats very very coward of you. You want to break up with me? Then do it like a brave man not hiding behind the curtain of a cellphone….”

“Chy….”

“Quiet….tell it to my face when I come to see you soon.” With that, she terminated the call without giving me a chance to talk.

To clear my mind, I laid back on the bed and slowly succumbed to the uncheated call of nature.

***

The sounds of three rapid knocks on my door woke me up from my slumber

The P.H.C.N have brought the light which aided me in seeing what the clock says when I opened my eyes.

It was fifteen minutes to the hour of eleven. Almost midnight

The knock landed again, albeit twice this time and I can’t help but wonder who could be knocking my door at that hour as I rose up and headed towards the door still claded in my boxers alone.

“who’s that?” I said holding the handle.

“its me Bela. Please open the door.”

Hearing that, I quickly open the door and she rushed inside nearly colliding with me. She was claded in plain pink bra and yellow bumshorts that was revealing the smooth skin of her laps.

“whats wrong?” I said still leaving the door open.

“please…I need your help….please Darous….” She pleaded with a soft innocent look.

I closed the door and walked closer to her.

“my help? What can I do for you?”

“please….can I sleep here with you?”

“what?….sleep here? What happen to your own room?” I queried sceptically

“erm…there’s too much mouse in my room. They wont let me sleep and am scared. Please let me sleep here.” She pleaded softly.

‘hmmmm…this is serious. Just when I’d planned to run away from skirts, here is another devil in skirt trying to tempt me?’

This one na temptation and it can certainly lead to confusion- Psquare