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|Re: Dirty Hustlers by millieademi(f): 7:56pm On Aug 03, 2020|
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Temitopemo6e6(m): 8:00pm On Aug 03, 2020|
millieademi:League of Legends
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by B0rn2winxxx: 1:14pm On Aug 06, 2020|
Renderhelp you dey psych o...it's like this story is not yours you copy it from somewhere.
That's why the several delays.
Maybe the actual writers has stopped posting.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Temitopemo6e6(m): 1:41pm On Aug 06, 2020|
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Ayemileto(m): 2:27pm On Aug 06, 2020|
I don't think so.
If you check her profile, her "last seen" is on June 30.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Jesusjudy: 6:57pm On Aug 06, 2020|
No no and no please finish the story now.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by DarkGamer: 7:37pm On Aug 07, 2020|
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by dawno2008(m): 1:15am On Aug 08, 2020|
Common sense is really not common
Just imagine, you're enjoying a free read and with no monetary engagement, and in your little mind,you believe insult is what you can give to the author.
Mind you, we are in a very dangerous period world over,you don't know the health or mental status of the author, but all you care about is your selfish self.
I really weep for the youths of this generation , it's always about me me me
I wonder who dey psych between the author and an ungrateful reader. Idiat!!!!
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Stargurl20(f): 6:40am On Aug 08, 2020|
dawno2008:I love this
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Ismaxx: 2:14pm On Aug 15, 2020|
actually am still in page3...but I just pray make ogun don kill dat useless cherry girl before I reach page10 even though she had turn a new leaf...can we call dis love? 16yrs old, Ibo girl for dat matter
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Odoogu(m): 5:05pm On Aug 15, 2020|
baba calm down.. and if you must know ogun no kill her oo
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Ismaxx: 6:19pm On Aug 15, 2020|
lolz...dnt mind me bro...mercy shouldn't be shown to a girl who exploits d struggling mother who works day n night on d farm just to put food on d table...as d saying goes dat love is strong nd could take one far far away,but not as far as whiskey...tnk God her eyes don clear nd I also think she needs her mama blessings to overcome musa's inflicted suffering on her as each day passes by
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Temitopemo6e6(m): 11:27pm On Aug 15, 2020|
Ismaxx:all is well
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Temitopemo6e6(m): 3:49pm On Aug 30, 2020|
Where are you
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Kingdemu: 3:25pm On Aug 31, 2020|
I pray OP is alive
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Temitopemo6e6(m): 3:34pm On Aug 31, 2020|
Who get her num
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by uthlaw(m): 9:09am On Sep 02, 2020|
the story is better than the entire Nollywood movies.....oya come n continue!
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by nawtipikin: 5:29pm On Sep 10, 2020|
greatdeal1408:Hello Bro, Can we chat via whatsapp Pls?
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by RuggedSniper: 3:01pm On Nov 26, 2020|
Renderhelp:You have a good writing flow.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Boxer007(m): 10:05pm On Feb 20|
How much please?
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Blacckrod(f): 9:45am On Feb 21|
Renderhelp hope u are okay? I miss this thread.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by rosebuzz(f): 12:55am On Mar 06|
Best story ever claps Renderhelp where are thou
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 7:31pm On Mar 27|
Hi guys. I’m deeply sorry for being away for so long. My phone had a malfunction.
Luckily, my cousin is around and I’ll be updating from her phone. I’ll do my best to post regularly.
For all who were worried, I’m fine . Please keep following ❤️
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 7:32pm On Mar 27|
I rubbed my slightly bulging belly as I sipped from a glass of chilled orange juice.
I had added a few pounds and my skin glowed radiantly. As I had suffered greatly during my previous pregnancies I swore to enjoy this one to the fullest.
I looked down at Zayan who was seated on the floor playing with a toy car. He looked up with his large hazel eyes. The gentle evening breeze was blowing his beautiful brown hair, messing with its curls. He proudly displayed his 4 milk teeth. He would grow to be as handsome as his father, I thought. I smiled back at him and he giggled.
I took a deep breath as I admired how the weak rays of the evening sun caused the blue water in the swimming pool to shimmer. I rested my back on the chair and stretched out my feet. Life felt good.
I rubbed on my belly again. I was only 4 months pregnant but I thought my bulge wasn’t big enough. I needed it distended and huge so Musa’s mother would dote on me more.
Since my pregnancy test came out positive Musa’s mother had become very caring. She stopped me from cooking or doing any other chore. Most importantly, she made efforts put an end to Musa’s beatings.
Although she constantly warned and threatened him not to hit me, he still found ways to do so when she wasn’t around. He would slap or kick me once in a while. I noticed he carefully avoided hitting my face or leaving a mark.
Since the night I conceived, Musa never touched me, I went back to sleeping on the couch in his room while he slept on his king-sized bed.
His midnight calls with his wife lasted for longer hours. He laughed rather too loudly and he kept on repeating how much he loved her as if he was about to die. I guessed he was trying to make up for getting me pregnant. I highly doubted she knew about my pregnancy.
I planned to get in touch with Mama and Nkiru during my third trimester and inviting them over for omugwo.
I heard the gates open and the sound of a vehicle as it drove into the compound. It was Musa returning from work.
I hissed loudly before I downed the remaining contents of the glass. I picked up Zayan from the floor and dusted his palms and knees. I walked into the main house through the back entrance.
“Good evening. Welcome.” I mumbled to Musa as one of the maids collected his briefcase from him. He ignored my greetings as usual.
“What’s for dinner? I’m famished.”
“Spaghetti bolognese, Sir.” The Maid replied.
“Serve dinner now.” Musa ordered as he headed straight for the dining room while I went upstairs with Zayan to inform his mother about dinner.
I knocked on her door but she didn’t reply. The door wasn’t properly closed, it swayed open as I knocked. I pushed it wider and let myself in.
She had fallen asleep on her chair and her head was tilted to the side with her mouth slightly opened. I had never seen her look so vulnerable. Her hijab still covered her hair and neck securely.
Zayan whined and stretched his chubby arms towards her. He wanted her to hold him. I held him back to my body.
I cleared my throat loudly. “Dinner is ready Ma.”
She didn’t stir. She wasn’t a deep sleeper.
I moved closer to gently tap her wrinkled hand. The coldness of her hand took me aback. My heart began beating wildly.
I tapped her hand again and looked closely at her face. That was when I realized she wasn’t breathing.
“Ma?! Wake up!” I shook her hand roughly and tapped her shoulders. Her head only sagged more.
“Musa! Musa!” Tears ran down my eyes as I screamed out his name. “Please wake up Ma!” I pleaded but her eyes remained shut.
“Musa!!!” I screamed.
Musa rushed into the room. I placed a hand on my head and sobbed loudly. Zayan was also crying. He was frightened and confused.
“What is—?” He stopped at the entrance. “What did you do to my mother?!”
He rushed towards us and lightly shook his mothers shoulders. He cupped her face in his hands and tapped her sunken cheek. She didn’t respond.
He turned to look at me. His eyes were bloodshot. “You bitch! What the hell did you do to my mother?!”
Some of the staffs had hurdled by the door, watching and whispering.
I fearfully held Zayan tightly to my chest as I clumsily tried to stand up.
“Is this you and your boyfriend’s plan?! To kill my family and take over?!”
“I didn’t do anything...I - I found her like this.” My voice was shaky.
He clenched his fists tightly by his sides. I knew he was ready to take a swing at me. My legs wobbled as I took a few steps back, away from him.
He lunged himself towards me and His fist landed squarely on my nose. His rained heavy punches on me, some landed on Zayan who was crying at the top of his lungs.
A male staff ran behind Musa and tried to pull him away from me. Someone took Zayan from my arms. I felt dizzy as blood gushed out of my nostrils.
“Get the hell off me!” Musa pushed the male staff away from him and straightened his shirt. “Call the Police.”
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Kingdemu: 7:51pm On Mar 27|
Renderhelp:Jesus...Renderhelp So you're fckn alive? We missed you so much. Where have you been for Christ sake?
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Kingdemu: 7:54pm On Mar 27|
Renderhelp:Who's with me in crowdfunding to get this babe a phone? I believe she deserves it from us her fans.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Born2winnx: 8:00pm On Mar 27|
You made us almost forgot about this story...but I can never forget about broda
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by seunH: 8:51pm On Mar 27|
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Blacckrod(f): 12:12pm On Mar 28|
Wow welcome back op. Sorry about ur phone. Pm me
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 4:26pm On Mar 28|
Musa’s mother was buried the next day after she died.
It was a simple ceremony. I bursted out in tears as I watched her white-cloth wrapped body powered into the grave pit dug in the compound. The only person that had welcomed me into the family was gone. My only hope was Zayan and the baby in my womb. Musa would lose his share of the companies without them, he wouldn’t risk kicking us out.
The Doctor had stated she had died from a heart attack to my relief and to the disappointment of Musa who wanted me to be in jail so badly.
Musa’s elder brother and his family had flown in from Kano to witness the burial. His brother and his wife ignored me when I greeted them.
I was busy supervising the maids as they served the guests after the funeral.
After the guests had left and Musa’s brother and his family were shown into the guest room, I decided to go up to the master’s bedroom to rest my head. As I was taking a shower, I noticed my feet were swollen, I had been on my feet all day.
I fell asleep almost immediately as I laid my head on the couch. I woke up when I felt hands caress my legs up to my thighs. I opened my eyes to see it was Musa and I frowned.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I readjusted my night dress and sat up.
“So you’re not going to console me?” He asked with a gentle voice. I was surprised to his eyes were so red. I hadn’t seen him cry during or after the funeral.
He moved closer to kiss me. He reeked of alcohol and weed. I gently placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away. He was just using me to escape from his grief, I thought.
“Please stop. You’re drunk...and besides you don’t love me.”
I hoped to hear him plead and tell me he loved me, even if I knew it was a lie but he ignored me and kissed me again on my full lips. I moaned as he trailed his lips down to my neck and placed his hand on my chest to fiddle with a nipple.
He tweaked my nipple too hard and pushed me down so I laid on the couch. He roughly spread my legs. The fabric of my panties scraped my skin as he tore them apart.
I sat up to hold his hand. I wanted to gently guide him but he pushed me back roughly. I wasn’t enjoying it anymore.
“Musa please stop.” I tried to push him away from me. He laid heavy on my body. He was pressing down on my pregnancy bump. “You’re hurting me.”
He shoved himself roughly into my dry vagina and I let out a hoarse scream. He didn’t care and kept on going. I kept on pushing at his chest but he didn’t budge.
“Hmm Kalila...” He moaned out his wife’s name before he ejaculated and crashed his full frame on my body.
I felt used and humiliated.
He clumsily stood up and staggered off to his bed.
The next morning, The sound of shuffling feet woke me up. I grudgingly woke up to see two of the maids packing out my things from the closet.
“What is going on here?”
“Good morning Ma.” They both greeted.
“Are you both deaf?! What are you doing with my things?!”
The shorter one spoke. “Master asked us to move your things to the boys quarters.”
I had expected him to kick me out of his room but not to the boys quarters of all places where his staffs lived. I was still his wife and mother of his children.
I stormed into the verandah were he was smoking with his brother. I pulled my petticoat tightly over my nightdress when I saw his brother.
“Good morning.” I greeted the both of them but there was no reply. “Please I need to speak to you.” I folded my hand over my chest.
“Speak.” He puffed a huge cloud of smoke. The heavy smell of tobacco irritated me.
“In private, please.”
“Say it or get out.”
His elder brother chuckled.
“Uhm... I can’t stay in the boys quarters...there are other rooms-“
“If you feel it’s not good enough for you, feel free to move out.”
The way his brother moved his eyes from my head to my toes made me feel small. Musa said something in Arabic and they both bursted out in laughter.
My face felt hot and tears brimmed at the corners of my eyes. “Your mother won’t be happy with you!” I blurted out.
Musa moved to hit me but his brother held him back. Musa brushed off his brother’s hands away.
I stood there silently daring him with my eyes. He moved backwards and rested his back on the railings. He took a deep puff from his cigar and blew out rings of smoke.
“My wife would arrive this afternoon. You are not needed in the main house or the surroundings of this compound. Under no circumstances should you step out of the backyard. The maids will serve you your meals there...feel free to move out if you so wish to.” He spoke casually.
I felt a strong mix of jealousy and anger fill my body.
“Why are you hiding me from her?! Because I’m pregnant?! Am I not your wife also?!” I screamed at him.
He kept on puffing at his cigar.
I wanted to hit him so bad but I didn’t have the courage to do so. I stood there crying helplessly.
The room felt like a matchbox. There was no closet or furniture. Only a small bed. The maids had laid mine and Zayan’s clothes on the bed as there was no place to store them.
I kept Zayan on the floor to play. I cried as I folded and piled our things in a corner of the room. I swore I wouldn’t make Musa frustrate me into leaving.
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 4:27pm On Mar 28|
Thank you. Check your mail
|Re: Dirty Hustlers by Renderhelp(f): 4:27pm On Mar 28|
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