In love with the housegirl - S01 E06

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In love with the housegirl - S01 E06

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

Mrs. Ola’s words hit me hardest. I felt like I had been stabbed with a dagger. Was it my fault? Is it a crime for one to keep his dignity? Why does ill-luck follow me everywhere? I thought to myself as I walked back to my room. I didn’t realise when rolls of hot tears trickled down my cheeks. Jade, you are a man. How can you be weeping like a woman? Come on, be strong like the tiger you are.

I encouraged myself and stood up from the bed. I thought about my family back in the village. Again, hunger hit my stomach like a storm. I decided to call and check up on them before branching off to a nearby restaurant. I still had my dad’s contact inside my bag so I took it to a call-box and dialed… someone picked up almost immediately

“Hello, dad, it’s Jade.” I said with excitement.

“Hello Jade, your dad had an accident. He fell off a palm tree and a stick pierced through his chest. He is unconscious now” a female voice said. I could percieve it was a neighbor but I didn’t really care who it was at that time.

“What? When? How? Please how is he?” I asked with pain, still trying to digest the news.

“We carried him to the community hospital, and they are asking for 50,000 before anything can be done on him. As it stands now he hasn’t commenced treatment”. The voice replied

“O-o-oookay.

Please tell them to start treating him now! Oh God don’t let anything happen to him. Tell them you have 35,000 cash. They should start working on him. Text the account details to this number now. I will send you the money and complete the balance tomorrow” I said and hung up. She immediately texted the account details.

“Oga your money is 300” the woman who managed the call box told me. I removed 300 and gave her. I pleaded with her to lend me her phone so I can go to a nearby bank and send the money, which she accepted.

“Thank you ma” I said, as I returned her phone and rushed home. I was unsure what I was going to do next or what my next move was going to be. I sat in my room, lost in my agony. Should I go and apologise to mrs. Ola? But what if he try to take advantage of me again? No, I have to try… I concluded in my mind.

I was a man who hardly prayed but I went down on my knees and asked god for one thing. I prayed that my dad should not die. My earnest praher was that he should make it alive even if it meant me borrowing money. I didn’t realise it was evening already. I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and to my greatest suprise, there was Anne with 2 flasks of food containing fufu and ogbono soup. Seeing her I felt some relief. I felt a ray of hope. But I overheard Mrs ola warning her not to give me food. I was surprised to the brim…