I Am Able - S01 E04

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I Am Able - S01 E04

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

Yusuf.

While driving Adnan home he decided to drop in BeePrime GameSpot, it was our usual place of playing both offline and online games like GTA 5, RDR 2, FIFA and so on. After dropping him there and was about driving home he persuaded me to play some games with him first. “Look Adnan, I’m very tired, I need to…”

“Rest? Well, you can do that after we are done playing GTA online, okey? Come on, BigSnow” He uttered with a wink. BigSnow was my user I.D in all the online games I had registered on.

“Okey then, fine!” I said alighting from my car.

“Yes!” He joyfully uttered.

We went into the GameSpot, played for more than one hour until my phone began ringing. It was my mother, the only person that cared about me in our house. “Hey man, I gotta go. My mum is calling me” I said as I stood from where I was sitting in, it was a swivel chair designated for gamers. There was 200 more.

“Gosh, okey see you tomorrow!” Adnan said.

“Alright then” We shook hands and I left.

“Come back home!” My mother said as soon as I picked the call, hence unhesitatingly ended it.

When I reached home, I was surprised to see my mother waiting for me in the compound. Thus, I walked to her and asked her what was wrong but her emotion couldn’t let her speak. It took me forever to overwhelm her to speak.

“Your dean called, that you harassed him” She said looking me straight into the eyes. “Why?”

“Harass him? No!” I squealed. “We only…”

“Come on, please!” She snapped at me.

“Mum, I swea…” I was saying when she cut in.

“Tomorrow, go to his office and apologise else you would be expelled!” She said heading to the mansion. She hadn’t been this upset with me except my elder sister since they hardly get along. My sister was only loyal to our father…

Well, I trailed my mother with the intention of explaining everything to her but as soon as she stepped into her room she shut the door on my face. “Mum, please I just want to explain eve…”

“Do that after apologising to your dean tomorrow, Yusuf!” She snapped at me.

“Okey, mum!” I sighed leaving her doorway. And just as I gently stepped into my room I caught my elder sister tempering with my stuffs. “What the f--k are you doing in my room?” I queried making her to tremble.

“Oh, ehm… Actually,” She cleared her throat and continued. “I am looking for some files”

“Files? What files again, for God’s sake? Didn’t I handed over everything to you?” I said angrily.

Of course I had already handed over all the f-----g company files to her the day she took away my position from me, which files was she then looking for? My credentials, medical reports or what? She must literally be drunk!

“Yes, you submitted the files but…” She stammered as I vehemently intruded.

“Get out of my room!” I yelled at her.

“Are you talking to me?” She asked surprised.

“No, I am talking to myself!” I hissed at queried

“Hmm, wonderful my baby bro” She clapped as she walked over to me. “You sound just like our mother. Both of you are something else!”

“I will…” I said almost slapping her when something told me not to, so I let it slide.

“Au, mari na da kaso kayi? You should have slapped me ai, since you don’t have respect. Dan Allah gafara!” She pushed me and left.

That was my sister, Jasraa Dolari. She senior me with five years, meaning she was now 26 years old but you would never see it in her body except her face. She had obtained both her first and second Degree overseas in Nile University. She studied pure Political Science.

The following day, I went straight to the dean and apologised for transgressing my limit the other day even though I didn’t really harassed him as he falsely told my mother. After that, I checked the timetable and noticed it had been changed, hence I wasn’t having any lecture at the moment till in the next three hours. I didn’t even know when I hissed, and as soon as I was about turning to leave my eyes landed on the 100 level girl I met a day prior, the one that lend me her pen. She was swiftly walking closer, perhaps to check the timetable as well.

Today, she was wearing a dark blue jeans and a red polo top while covering her head down to her chest with a black veil. She literally looked so hot even though her chest barely had what it takes to lure men. I pity her future husband!

Immediately she approached the notification board she pretended as if she didn’t even see me at all. Thus, she traced the 100 Level time table and then snapped it with her big Galaxy Tab before turning to leave. Just then, I called her name. Of course I didn’t forget her name…

“Fatimah Bulama” I said laying emphasis on her surname. Actually, Bulama wasn’t new to me. I knew a company with the same name, it was one of our rival companies here in Minna.

She stopped but didn’t turn to me. I really had this hope that she would turn but guess what? She walked away and I didn’t chase her. What would I even do with her? I dealt with chubby and hot girls, the ones with ample breasts and beautiful faces not her. I just wanted us to be friends. Hmm, friends? Hell no! I just wanted…

“Another victim?” A voice pulled me out of my trance, it was Azimah and she was with my ex.

“Excuse me?” I glared at her.

“Why staring at the innocent girl?” She said.

“And how’s that your problem?” I queried

“My problem is what you did to Karimah isn’t good. I know she’s not the first but…” She was saying when Karimah extricated from her grip and left the scene with her books. “Why, Yusuf? Why are you destroying girls’ lives dan Allah?”

“Destroying? I never raped a girl before, I only used to ask for it and if they give me that’s all” I uttered looking straight into her wide eyes.

“And after getting it that’s all?” She said.

“Yes, that’s all” I muttered.

“You are second to the devil!” She yelled at me.

“Why not devil himself?” I said slipping my hands into my pockets with a broad smile.

“Fool!” She said and left.

I didn’t say anything more, I only turned and left as well. I had wanted going back home before my lecture time but decided to just go to the cafeteria and eat since I hadn’t eaten at home before coming. There was this eatery in the place called L-Spot, with the L standing for lovers. It was my favourite place of eating…

Just as I began taking my breakfast my phone beeped, it was a text message from Adnan and he was looking for me. “Come to L-Spot, fool!” I texted him and patiently waited for his reply.

“Shege, ni koh?” He texted back.

“Eh!” I texted again with a smirk.

“Don’t worry, I am coming” He texted back.

“Duh!” I texted again.

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