Ronke stood up from the
bed, trying to dress up.
The idiotic pig had used her
and used her over again to his satisfaction.
Can she blame him? She had made herself
available. She looked over
her shoulders at the snoring pot-bellied man and had the instant urge to
throw up.
She wanted to kick him in the butt and yell for him to give her her
money so she could leave
but she wanted to be
dressed when she wakes
him. She could not allow
this despicable man to stare
at her nakedness like he
owns her.
She decided a little shower would be great; to wash away the hands of
the filthy man before it sticks to her
body.
Confident that the chief
would not be roused from
his sleep, she arranged her
clothes on the bed and made for the bathroom.
She had her hand on the
door handle as she was
closing the bathroom door
when her eyes fell on the
brief case under the bed. She closed the door,
dismissing the briefcase
for
a mere documents box and
slipped into the bathroom,
closing the door behind her. As the water hit her
body, she shuddered and
relaxed. The box still
tugged at her brain though. She put off the shower and dried her body
hurriedly in order to satisfy her curiosity.
She would shower later, she
thought, sneaking out of the bathroom carefully in
order not to rouse the
sleeping man.
She pulled put the
briefcase and tip-toed back into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet
seat, she tried to pry the locks open. She tried
everything she could ever
think of but the box just
would not give way. She groaned softly. She
remembered that he had
once told her the
password to unlock his phone and she turned the locks.
'2552'.
The box gave way and she
heaved a huge sigh but
the sigh immediately turned
to a quick gasp when her
eyes caught a glimpse of what laid in the box. She pulled up the cover
slowly and her eyes widened. Saliva was threatening to escape her
mouth and a tiny ounze
dropped before she could
think of closing her mouth.
Staring at her was a box full
of pounds sterling bundles.
She could not even
imagine
how much the money
would be. She closed the box in a hurry, dropped it
carefully on the floor,
peeped to be sure the
chief was still asleep, then tip-toed out of the bathroom.
She gathered her clothes,
went back into the
bathroom, and wore
everything in a record-
breaking speed limit; the
bath she had planned to have did not even cross her
mind. She picked up the
box and left the bathroom,
picked up her shoes and
slipped the briefcase into her extra-large handbag –
thank God for big ladies'
bag. Shoes in hand, she
got out. Wore the shoe in a
hurry and hurried out.
'Oyinade can go to hell as
far as I am concerned. This
money is the koko' she
thought, flagging down a
bike outside the hotel,
with plans to elope on her head.
**********
**********
Oyinade had cornflakes in
her mouth as she watched
a Yoruba movie in African magic. She watched as
funke akindele entered
the
house of an herbalist and
a thought occurred to her. Maybe she would have to
visit one herself, she thought.
The pressure she had been feeling had been lifted immediately she made
the phone call. It is just a
day to the two weeks
deadline and she was feeling perfectly at ease.
She laughed at the hilarious display on the TV and
focused her attention on
the movie.
The ringing of her phone
diverted her attention and
she picked it with her eyes
still glued to the TV. One
glance at the caller's ID
made her loose total
interest in the movie.
Tikes had promised to call
yesterday in order to get
descriptions but he hadn't
called.
"Hello"… "I have one"…
"Alright, I would send both
to you now"…
She rose to her feet, heading towards the kitchen. She dropped her
empty plate in the zinc and rinsed her hands with the water from the
zinc tap.
After drying her hands with
a towel, she went back to the sitting room, picked up
her phone and started
pressing her phone. After
typing for about a minute,
she paused and stopped to
inspect what she had typed
before sending it. When
she got the delivery report,
she dropped the phone with a smile.
No matter what happened, nothing could be
traced to her because she
had ensured that her ID
was hidden, everytime she
either called or sent a
message. She relaxed
fully, resuming her movie.
To be continued Tomorrow.
Episode 6 Of "THE MISTAKE OF MY LIFE" comes up in the morning
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