Donigspain - S01 E63

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Donigspain - S01 E63

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 63

I woke up very early the

following morning because I

needed to return home as early

as possible in other not to

unnecessarily arouse suspicion

from my parents who would

want to know how my ‘night

browsing’ mission went. I also

wanted to rush out without the

company of Emma and the girls

and also when the day has not

fully settled when no one would

be able to identify the young guy

that came out of a hotel.

Onyinyechi was still sleeping

peacefully when I finished

dressing up. A gentle tap from

me woke her up. She looked up

with eyes still filled with

tiredness and then smiled at me.

.

”Good morning,”” she greeted.

“”Good morning dear, how’s

your night?”” I responded.

“”Fine oh……yawns…… Are you

going now?”” she asked while

rubbing her eyes off sleep.

”Yea, I need to rush back home. I

have important things to do,”” I

lied.

.

She shrugged in resignation and

encouraged me to continue in

my good life. If only she knew

who she was dealing with. She

requested for my number once

again reminding me of my

promise the night before. I

collected her phone and keyed in

the digits of my second MTN line.

I dialed the number and it rang. I

could see her smile from the

corner of my eyes. “’Hmmm,

whatever dat is making dis wan

to smile sha. Hope say she no dey

think of wetin I dey think she dey

think?’” I thought within me.

As I made to leave the room,

Onyinyechi demanded I at least

gave her a hug. I obliged her

request. I also told her not to

disclose to Emma what

transpired between us through

the night because I know he will

feel betrayed by my actions. It

would pain him to know that I

never carried out the action for

what the money was paid for.

Onyinyechi saw me to the door

and stood watching as I knocked

on Emma’’s room. I knocked for

trice before they could open the

door. They must have been

exhausted from whatever they

might have done. One thing I

know for sure is that Emma will

stop at nothing until he is

convinced beyond doubt that he

has got the deserving services

for his money.

.

”Guy, dis wan you dress up like

dis? Na go you wan go so?””

Emma asked in surprise to

having seen me dress so early.

“”Yes my guy, I get something to

tidy up. Hope you had a nice

night?”” I asked with a wink and

he responded with a grin which

conveyed satisfaction. I bid them

goodbye and left the hotel.

.

It was exactly 6:17am when I

hurriedly left the hotel. The

meteorological solar forecast has

predicted that day’s sunrise to

begin at 6:40am. I always have at

least one meteorological

application on my phone at all

times. It’’s my discipline and as

such I needed to proactively get

myself acquainted with enough

information on the workings of

the environments around me. I

arrived home a few minutes past

7am. My dad was listening to the

7am network news on his

rechargeable radio. I greeted him

and he replied without flipping

an eye as it was obvious he had

all his attention fixed on the

news. He needed enough

information for the day’s

political debate with his friends

who seem to have opposite view

to his. I’ve never seen them

share similar view in political

issues. I guess they enjoy

debates and arguments that

much as to always be on

different sides of the divide.

Mum was busy in the kitchen

when I returned. She was

preparing the breakfast for the

family. She prefers to personally

prepare the family meals while

my cousin sister living with us

takes over the

subsequent ‘warming’ and

dishing of the prepared meals

during meal times. Mum asked a

few questions on how my ‘night

browsing’ mission went to

which I answered with lies of

how I was not able to finish up

the research work I went I had

gone for due to some network

problems that lingered into the

night. I had to excuse myself

from her presence when it was

obvious she had more questions

regarding the issue at hand

because that meant I would’ve

to progressively lie in other to

continue covering my tracks.

.

I called Ifeoma to inform her that

I will be visiting their school later

in the afternoon. It has been a

while I visited the school where I

taught before I gained

admission. I also want to use the

opportunity to have some man-

to-man chat with the two

teachers who she complained to

be disturbing her. It was time to

fight for my precious jewel. I

can’t stand and watch some

backstabbers snatch my hard

earned loving Ifybaby from me.

My glittering ebony diamond.

*Hope I don’t return with a black

eye*