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chivera018:
Nice update. Also waiting to meet john

harrystories:
Segun only met John once when John came to drop Abigail home in his car. He didn't know anything about him. And that happened in the first series.

As for me, I only heard about the gold but I nuh see am for face o It wasn't me ;Dyou don see where theif dey say the truth except they flug ham?

timstone:
really waiting to meet that john while I check my pot of rice on fire

harrystories:
Where is Chivera018? Oya show face o

chivera018:
I am in sambisa forest, care to join me ?

Bulcqlay:
wahooo, to be sincere, this story really keep my boredom today, it was indeed very interesting, more knowledge to your brain sir, well done. kudos

Okuchris:
I've Been hooked up in this story since morning.
its lovely and interesting.

Giwa80:

This story is superb.

harrystories:
Chapter One


"I want to see the manager." Abigail told the security man.

“You have to wait till he comes out,” he said politely. “You can’t go inside.”

“Okay please tell him someone is waiting for him outside."

“Okay.” The security man went inside, while she stood outside waiting.

Few minutes later the manager walked out, staring at her. “I don’t remember knowing you.” He said.

She sighed. “Please I’m here to see Juliet, Your boss. It’s important.”

“Madam is not here.” He dipped his arm in his pocket.

“I know. I want you to help me call her on phone.”

He studied her carefully. “Who are you to madam?”

“I’m her friend. I came from the village and I don’t have anywhere else to go this night."

The young man stared at her, brought out his cell phone from his pocket, then made a call to his boss. He gave her the phone few seconds later. “Madam wants to speak with you.”

She collected the phone from him joyfully. “Hello. Juliet it’s me Abigail.”

“Abigail? Is that you?”

“Juliet it’s me. I was released this morning.” Her voice was very soft. “I’ve been here waiting for you since afternoon.”

“Really? Ehya..kpele (sorry). Give the phone back to my manager.” Juliet said while she returned the cell phone to him.

“Madam said I should bring you to her house.” The manager said, while she followed him to his car.

The sweet melody playing out from the car stereo, took her back to the last time she visited her parents. She blamed her mother for her mistakes, who doesn’t want her be to like her sister who was single at 42. She regretted the decision she took with Segun. She was desperate to get married, to have a home to call her own.

She was so blind by John’s declaration of love toward her, broke up with the love of her life, with the thought of doing better with John. She hurt Segun’s feelings to please herself, dumped him when he needed her most, even denied him forgiveness in the presence of his mother.

All that she feared over the years came upon her, at 39, no man, no kids, no home to call own. If only she knew, she wouldn’t have broke up with Segun; she wouldn’t have been to jail. Life would have been good to her.

She wiped the tears off her eyes as Juliet’s manager stopped for a traffic light. He stared at her through the review mirror. “Are you okay madam?” He asked.

“I’m Fine, I’m okay.” she said in a low tone.

Where would she start from? The thought of starting all over again breaks her heart. Will she ever be able to live happily with the pain she had known for years? To forget the past and face the world again? Once more, she wiped the tears off her eyes with the back of her arm. She couldn’t believe she survived those years in jail. It was like yesterday. Here she was, free, and alive.

She came down from the car as it rolled to a stop at the front of a neat duplex, then followed the manager toward the gate. The small gate was opened by a tall dark skin young man “I’m here to see madam.” The manager said.

The security man asked them to wait outside till he gets permission from his boss and closed the gate. Few minutes later he pulled the gate open and let them in. It was a beautiful compound. Filled with expensive cars, Juliet was very lucky to have married a multi-millionaire.

As they walked toward the front door, Juliet walked out of the house, staring at her. “Abigail?” She ran toward her and embraced her. “I’m so sorry. Kpele ore mi (sorry my friend).”

The tears she hid earlier in the day came back to her eyes. “Juliet. I’m sorry. It was all my fault. I should have listened to you.” she said soberly.

Juliet shook her head slowly. “It’s okay. I’m happy to see you again.” She held her arm. “Let’s go inside.” She said, while she followed her.

Her mouth was wide opened as she stepped into the sitting room. It was richly furnished. “Wow! You’re living in paradise.” she said while Juliet smiled. “I’m happy for you.”

“First you need to take your bath, eat and relax.” Juliet took her to the visitor’s room.

She went inside the bathroom. Took a shower, brushed her teeth, and wore a nightgown that Juliet gave to her.

Juliet opened the door. “Come let’s eat.”

She followed her out of the room. Juliet’s husband was sitting at the dining table, waiting for them to join him. “Is that your husband?” Abigail asked.

“Yes. Come.” She held her arm.

As they got to the dining table, Juliet’s husband raised his head, staring at Abigail.

Abigail's eyes widened in disbelief. She turned her gaze to Juliet and back to him. Her best friend's husband was no other but Segun, the one she dumped before she was jailed.

“Come, let’s eat.” Segun said in a soft voice.

harrystories:
Chapter Two



"Have you called your parents to tell them you're back in town?" Juliet asked as she drove out of the compound.

"I haven't."

"The last time I called your dad, he told me your mother had a serious illness that she was getting better, though it had been long."

Abigail didn't say anything.

Juliet offered Abigail her cell phone. "Call them."

Abigail shook her head. "Not now."

"Why?"

"I will call them when the time is right."

"Abigail?" Juliet narrowed her eyes. "Do you realise how much they missed you?"

"Missed me?" Abigail said. "Do they? If it wasn't them I wouldn't have been to jail."

"You won't blame them, would you?" Juliet said. "Every parent wants the best for their children, they will always give the best advice they could give, it is left for the children to choose their part."

"Like I choose a wrong path."

"I didn't say so." Juliet said. "Imagine where you would have been if John wasn't murdered, the guy loved you so much which I remember."

Abigail stared at her silently.

"But only God knows why it all happened." Juliet paused, diverting onto another road. "When Segun heard about what happened to you, he was very sad about it. It took him months to get over it."

Abigail stared out through the car window silently. She knew how much Segun loved her back then.

"For many months, he couldn't get over it." Juliet sighed. "I've never seen a man loved a woman so much."

Abigail pulled out a long breath. That was then, not anymore. She had lost him a long ago. Did Juliet need to tell her all that?

"Few months later," Juliet continued. "Segun got employed in a big company. He was very happy. I also was very happy for him, you know he had stayed jobless for many years. And after that, he was coming to my shop after work, that was because he needed my assistance to see him through the first month, and we became so close."

All Abigail could do, was stare.

"A year later," Juliet said. "He was introduced into oil and gas by an old friend he met when he was on his way to the village for his mother's burial."

Abigail slowly slid her gaze to her "Is mama dead?"

Juliet nodded. "Last two years. She had a serious illness that took her life."

Abigail was very sad about it. The last time she saw her was when Segun brought her to her apartment to help them settle the quarrel between them. She wished she had listen to the old woman.

"After some months," Juliet said. "Segun made it very big in his new business, and when he decided to get married, he came after me," she paused as if looking for the right words. "I...I couldn't reject him, because we were very close."

Abigail was silent.

"Abigail," Juliet put her hand across her shoulder. "I'm sorry if it hurt you..but what am I supposed to do, Abigail. Segun was very rich, if I refused him, he would have married someone else."

Abigail met her gaze. "You didn't need to say all that." She said. "I'm not angry with you marrying Segun."

"I know." Juliet said. "I'm a woman, I know how you would feel about it, I'm really sorry."

Abigail shook her head. "It's okay. You need not feel guilty about it."

"I'm not. I was only worried about your feelings."

"I'm not feeling bad about it," she lied. "Why would I? I was the one that dumped him, it was all my fault not yours. Please don't let us talk about this anymore."



"Things have really changed around here," Abigail said as she stared out the car window.

"It has been long you know." Juliet said, her eyes were fixed on the road ahead "The present state government is doing a good job, Eko oni baje," Juliet laughed.

"I can see that, the governor is really trying."

"And that reminds me of Esther," Juliet said. "Hope you remember her?"

"Esther...." Abigail said thoughtfully. "Jumoke's sister?"

"Yea, you got it," Juliet smiled. "Her husband is the present governor."

"You don't mean it?"

"Very lucky girl."

"Wonderful, when did she get married?"

"About three years ago."

"Na wa o, I remember how people use to bully her, so dull and dirty."

Juliet laughed. "That didn't change her destiny."

"So happy for her, I remember how her family went through a lot of hardship."

"Now it's a different story." Juliet said, and rolled the car to a stop at the front of a ware house.

A young security guard who happens to be in his mid tweenties approached them as they got out of the car.

"Welcome ma," he directed his greetings to Juliet.

"Ade, how are you?"

"Fine madam."

"This is the security looking over here." Juliet told Abigail and pulled her gaze back to the young man. "Open the door."

"Yes ma."

Abigail watched the security man as he took out a key from a bunch of keys. She pulled her gaze to Juliet. "You own this place?"

"Yes," Juliet said. "I rented this place some months ago."

"This big place?"

Juliet laughed as they walked into the warehouse. "I intended to use it for storing goods. But last night when I was thinking of you, I decide to offer you this place to start your own business."

Abigail widened her eyes in surprise. "Oh..Juliet..I cant believe this."

"What are we friends for," Juliet smiled, showing Abigail round the warehouse.

"What business will I be doing in this big place?"
Juliet stopped and met her gaze with a soft smile. "You're going to have of the biggest supermaket in town."

Abigail smiled with excitement. "Me? oh Juliet...this not too much?"

"You don't worry, I will do my best to fill it up."

"Oh thank you..." she hugged her with joy.

Abigail was more than exited. She had thought about Juliet setting a business for her, but not as fast and big to what she had been offered. For the first time in many years, she felt so happy for a new beginning that awaits her.

The sun was shining very bright by the time they left the warehouse. They were held in a traffic and it was taking too long to get out of it. The traffic held them at the front of an event center.

Abigail's eyes were on the big signboard that screamed the names and image of the performing artists. She couldn't remember the last time she attended a show that featured top artists.

The premises was crowded, and the entrance held a long queue of people waiting to pay for the gate fee.

"This traffic is not moving," Juliet said, one hand on the steering. "It's always like this whenever they're having a show here."

Abigail was silent. Her eyes were fixed on a man standing among the long queue. She leaned forward.

"What?" Juliet asked.

"That man.."

Juliet stared out the car window. "Which man?"

"That man in white and blue jean, closer to that lady in black at the front line."

"What about him?"

Abigail met her gaze. "That's John."

Juliet narrowed her eyes in disbelief. "John? How possible? John is dead."