Countless - S01 E94

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Countless - S01 E94

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 94

Whoever says karma isn’t a b!tch probably haven’t seen one of its cunning ways of dictating our fate. Because after whom it just delievered to my doorsteps and what transpired thereafter between me and this karma’s customer, I can authoritatively declare KARMA as the Botanical name for every B!tch(es)

Staring at me in the most pitiful look of all time was Favour, the lady that stole my wallet whom I fathom must have some connections with Jide in regards to every unfortunate incident that happened to me during the past seven months of my life.

“you!” I lamented with suprise the moment my eyes settled on her after I opened the door. “give me one good reason why I shouldn’t ask thunder to be on its way right now!”

“please…am deeply sorry…for..what….. I did to you….please….for…give me….”

“what! After what you did to me? You think you can just get to my doorsteps and say a few words and all will be forgotten?….you really think am that pathetic?” I said all that forgetting for a moment that I have a complicated visitor in the room thats probably fingering herself away.

“I know sorry wont take away the memory of what I did to you, but I realised you will listen to me if I started with it.”

Bringing my gaze down to hers I said. “the Darous standing before you is quite different from the Darous that use to care for b!tches like you…you made sure of that….”

“yes you’re right, but I believe this Darous is very curious to find out the root of whats been happening to him in the past….” She gave out a smirk as she saw the confused look on my face after she ended her speech.

After some seconds of silence, I sighed “how did you find me? How did you know where I live? And more importantly, what do you want from me?”

“too many questions but all of which am ready to give answers to when you take me away from here before your friend comes back.”

I was dethered for some seconds until she spoke again. “decide now…”

“whats going on there Darous..?” Nike’s voice interrupted her from the room.

Quickly realising that if Nike should found out about any of my complicated affairs with other women, things might complicatedly blow out of proportion between us, so I quickly open the door and walked back inside.

“whats the problem?” Nike queried after she watched me hurriedly putting on my track trousers and sleeveless top.

“Nike, please stay here and don’t go anywhere. Lock the door from behind, I’ll be back in the next 30mins.” I said holding her shoulders.

She developed a confused and worried look after my statement.

“where are you going? Whats with the hurry?” She asked confusedly as I was about to exit the room.

“have you heard the name Pythoness before?”

“no….why asking?”

“its a very big and rare specie of snake with blue head and pink lips. Am nervous to tell you that one just crawled into our neighbours compound, and with my vast knowledge of that kind of snakes, I believe it will come here after its through dealing with them over there and unless you want to spend the rest of your life rotten away inside the belly of a snake, you have to let me go lend a helping hand in killing it.” I stated all that very fast to her and I smiled inwardly as the look on her face confirmed that she had swallowed my flimsy statement.

“won’t you carry any weapon?” She asked as I was almost out of the door.

I quickly turned back and headed into my kitchen with the aim of taking my knife. I searched for it but couldn’t find it anywhere, so I grabbed a fork and headed back into the room.

“thanks. This will do.” I said waving the fork at her as I grabbed the door handle.

“what? A f..ork?….” That was the last statement I heard her say before I slammed the door shut and grab hold of Favour who was still standing at the corridor and took her to the open beer palour at the other end of the street.

***

“are you sure your friend will never find us here?” Favour asked after we’d settled down at the furthermost section of the beer palour. The Dj collection of all Small doctor’s music that was blaring out of the micro speakers in the bar section helped a lot in masking our conversation’s volume. The bar girl had initially requested for our order as we sat down and I have told her to give us two Hi-malts just to justify our reasons for staying inside the beer palour.

“finding Jide in a Beer palour is the same thing as finding whatsapp on the screen of a land phone.” I stated sarcastically in regards to her question.”

“ok. Which of your questions should I answer first?” She said adjusting in her seat after sipping her malt.

“why don’t you start by answering the first one?” I said resting my hands on the table.

“which is?”

“how you found my house?”

“through your friend, Jide.”

“he told you? When?”

“before we first met inside the car.”

“you mean you’ve known my house all this while?”

“yes…and more importantly, many things about you are not hidden from me.” She said after taking another sip.

“then start talking to me….Whats all this about?”

“all what about?”

“you arriving at my doorsteps, seeking my forgiveness and all what you knew about my present and past ordeals.”

“alright. Am going to tell you all that which you want to know providing you willing to attend to the main reason that brought me to you.”

“ok. Lets hear it.” I said with a shrug.

She drew a long breath before she spoke. “I need your help.”

“My help?”

“yes…please, thats the reason why am here.” She said as she leaned on the table bringing her Shakiralistic face closer to mine.

“oh! I see…wait let me guess, your 8years old Jenny is having Ebola right now, and the doctors said you have to buy an expensive coat to put on her body so that she doesn’t transfer the disease to you and you want me to give you the money?”

“no…no…”

“or the brest cancer surgery was succesful and now her brest is growing rapidly bigger everyday to the extent that you needed money from me to buy an expensive bra to contain it?” I paused to study her facial expression which was an awful one before I proceeded. “or maybe your 8years old Jenny is writing her post-utme exams next week and you needed money from me to get her a special centre?”

“no…thats not it…”

“and maybe she’s getting married next week and her in-laws to-be had requested to see her birth certificate before the wedding can hold and unfortunately which you don’t have and you wanted me to give you money to acquire it from the ministry of women affairs?”

“no…please let me talk.”

“well, if not all that, then am curious to know what problem our little fictional Jenny is encountering right now that might have spurred you to come running back to me, the man you devilishly swindled out of almost half a million naira.” I said and leaned back on the chair maintaining a curious gaze on her face.

“am pregnant.” She said in what seems like a whisper.

“wait..another Jennyful lie again? Drop it, am not buying that bullshit!” I stated skeptically.

“its not a bullsh!t roberto Darous, its an awful truth which I came to realise just 3 weeks ago.” The pure look and awful tone with which she stated that made me to drop the scepticism and embarked on a curiousity journey.

“wait…you’re pregnant?”

“sadly yes…” She said while her head was bent downwards. She tucked her hand inside her pockets and brought out a paper. She dropped it on the table and I picked it and quickly read it.

It was a pregnancy test result with her name written bodly on the top. Favour Oguama. 2months and 3weeks pregnant.

After reading it, I lifted up her chin and focused my eyes on her teary eyes. Her tears got into me and I lost control of all the resentments and hatred I had towards her. “Favour, whats with the cry? You should be happy you’re pregnant nao?”

“why…why should I…?” She sniffed.

“firstly, you’re older than Jenny, and you’re a B.B.G…A Beautiful Big Girl for that matter, and am also sure the lucky guy that impregnated you will be jumping over every available barb-wired fence with the joy of expecting a child from you.”

She sniffed harder and readjusted her gaze to mine. “thats my problem Darous. I don’t know the bastard that impregnated me.”

“you don’t know him? As in Literally or sarcastically?”

“both…I don’t know him….”

“Are you telling me you were blindfolded while he was fvcking…you?” I glanced around to check maybe people were looking at us but it seems they were all busy with their respective drinks. “talk to me…” I said now feeling concerned about her.

“I…was….räped….” She stammered that out and I was left feeling aghast at that claim. Her eyes was now a sorry sight to behold for any man which only helps to attest to the fact that she had been saying the truth all along.

“ra.ped? Are you kidding me? How?” She was silently sobbing. “dear, if you truly want me to help you, then you have to open up to me. My doctor can’t cure your patient if I don’t have the slightest clue as to the cause of your sickness.” I stated metaphorically.

She sniffed. “ok. After I gave your friend the money I collected from you, I requested for my own share so that I can pay for my school fees which was the initial reason why I agreed to helped them dupe you, but instead of them to keep to their end of the bargain, they threatened to kill me if I continue to ask for it.” She wiped her tears with the back of her hand before she continued. “thinking they were bluffing, I didn’t stop and I continue to disturb them, Jendor in particular, cos he appears to be their leader. But after the fourth day, I was ambushed on my way back from school by 2guys and the last thing I remembered before I passed out was a white handkerchief on my…nose.” She ended again with a sobbing sound.

“hmmm…thats quite unfortunate. But how can I help you in this issue?”

“I need your help cos I think its your friend that rap3d me.”

“what! JIDE?!”

This life can’t get any more complicated than this, can it?