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The Tale Of A Private Lesson Teacher by GirahDonnish(m): 5:35pm On Jun 21, 2019 |
Episode 29 ME: I’m sorry dear for everything. SIkIRAT: ***yelled at me*** leave me alone you this useless boy, sorry for what?, I never knew you are this useless and heartless*******crying*** ME: baby, why saying all this now?, please for God’s sake. SIKIRAT: each time I ask you about your closeness with aunty janet, you would keep telling me that “nothing nothing nothing”. Then why was she saying “what am I doing in her boyfriend’s room?”. Just leave me alone please and forget about me. Sikirat walked out of my room in a sad mood. I sat down on my bed feeling depressed and don’t know what to do next. I picked my phone to call janet. ME: hello janet, pls I’m sorry, its not what you think pls. JANET: if you don’t want thunder to strike your entire generation, don’t ever call this number again ***hanged up*** Chaii, e don happen!!!! Wetin I go come do oooooo?, I sent a 6 pages texts to janet, trying explain myself but I didn’t get any response. I tried calling sikirat and she wasn’t picking calls either. I thought of going to the white house but I ask myself “onihaxy, who will I face and beg between the two girls?, what if gideon finds out and report to madam?, what if my visitation causes a scene where the two girls would start fighting dirty?”. I gave up on my thoughts and stayed indoor for the rest of the day while strategizing on what to do next. The truth is, I love sikirat for her kindness , sexiness and friendliness, at the same time, I love janet for some certain purposes too. I wasn’t ready to loose any of the two. After long moments of thinking, an idea suddenly came to my mind……. Throughout the week, I couldn’t step into white house, janet wasn’t replying my whatsapp messages and picking my calls, sikirat’s number was unavailable. I was also expecting madam to call me but I got no call from her, I even called madam to greet her, hoping she will raise up the issue but she didn’t. I was confused and don’t know what to do next. Then I thought of it, sunday would be the next market day, sikirat might branch at my place. On sunday, I didn’t go to church, I waited at home hoping sikirat would come but she didn’t. At 11am, I decided to go to the market. I went to the shop where she do buy groundnut oil. The seller said she just left about 3minutes ago, then I remembered she must buy fruits to white house. I knew all this because I have followed her to the market from my house on 6 occasions. I rushed to the fruit shop and I was told she hadn’t been seen. I hanged around for about 8minutes and behold, my sikirat arrived. ME: hi. SiKIRAT: ***frowned and ignored me** ME: baby, you know you can’t do this to me, please talk to me. SIKIRAT: ***striaght face, ***, what do you want from me? ME: your love . SIKIRAT: that one is past tense, you don’t deserve it. ME: “chaii, see house maid wey dey form for me ooo”. Please. SIKIRAT: ***she walked to the back of the fruit shop, it was an isolated place*** just leave me alone, or else, I will scream that you are a kidnapper. ME: ****stood still****, no problem, I just wanted you to know that I have loved you and I will forever love you, if only you give me space to explain, then you will realize I did everything to keep you and live the rest of my life with you. ***i faked a cry, tears dropped from my eyes**** and I left. As I was going along the street, walking back to my house, someone touched me from the back, I turned around and it was sikirat, she hugged me with her eyes soaked. “I love you onihaxy”. I looked at her with pity, I knew I lied and sugar-coated my mouth, I knew all my poems was fake. SIKIrAT: let’s hangout some where and talk. Me: ok, let’s go to my house. SIkIRAT: no I can’t, aunty janet may trace us there again. I looked at the other side of the street, a barber’s shop was inside a corner and a bench was in-front of it. ME: let’s go that shop. **she followed me as we crossed to the other side of the road*** We got to the shop, I greeted the shop owner and we sat on the chair outside the shop. SIKIRAT: so tell me, did you miss me? ME: sure I do. That is why I traced you to the market. SIKIRAT: ok, be sincere, are you truly dating aunty janet?. ME: eeeeehhhhmmm. SIKIRAT: what is ehmm?, it means you are dating her abi?. ME: not really, we were just close friends and she thought we were dating because of our closeness. I never asked her out or “toast”her. SIKIRAT: the same way you didn’t toast me too abi?, it means you and I aren’t dating too niyen. ME: no sikirat, you are special, you see, u are a special part of me that I can’t live without…………………”Fake poems continued”. SIKIRAT: ok ooo. I just don’t know why, I love you so much. Infact, I told every of my friends in ilorin about you and how you have impacted on my learning, they envied my english speaking and intonation . They discouraged me that you are a graduate and you won’t marry me but I said its a lie and that I will surprise them when we get married. ME: ***yinmu inside of me** don’t mind them jaree, they don’t know the definition of true love. So what happened between you and janet after leaving my place?. SiKIRAT: nothing much, we got home and resumed the fight. We insulted each other, she threatened to tell madam about it. ME: yeee! Did she eventually do it? SIkIRaT: I told her to go ahead and tell, and I will also tell madam how you have been entering her room and bleeping her when mummy goes to work. I said she should also tell mummy how we met at your place and she should explain what brought her to the place before she met me there. ME: hmmmmmmm. Smart girl. I trust your intelligence. SIKIRAt: na you sabi, but anytime something like that happened again or I catch you keeping another girl, I swear to God, I will go Unclad and curse you. ME: ****yeeeee, mogbe!!!, I don hang oo”***. Trust me, it won’t happen again I promise. So it means she didn’t tell her mum about it?. SIKIrAT: No, she didn’t. But we have been living like cat and dog since then. ME: ok dear, what happened to your phone? SiKIRAT: she smashed it when we got home that day. ME: I’m so sorry about that. SIKIRaT: its no problem, just get me another phone. Let me be going before police-janet will trace me here again. ME: ok, let me see you off. SIKIrAT: no, let me go alone, after 5minutes when I’m gone, then you can come out, please. ME: ok, bye, see you in white house tomorrow. Sikirat left and I went home to prepare for monday’s encounter at the white house. To be continued. |
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