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kitnah:
No updates??

#NigeriaDecides

And yet another great Nairalander is +1 today. Yesterday, it was about two great writers, today is all about a more greater writer.
Long life and prosperities ma'am, you will live to see many more years on earth, say 120. God will make you bigger. Amen

kitnah:
Thank you very much @d9ty7

let me quickly say a few things

-->Ivie's father is in partnership with the ceo,but it's not even (10% ),so ivie is just filling in for her father,and she employed her friends,so they cant be tossed around

-->I didnt add that because it skipped my mind,like i said,i'm not using my phone,neither did i write this anywhere,once my friend gives me her phone,i started typing from the head,i tend to forget most details.


-->There is going to be alot of twists and turn filled with suspence,story never start sef


-->As for the errors and spacing,i'm working on it.


-->Nairaland has some words we shouldnt use

ALL THE SAME, THANKS!!!

btw,i'm not a writer

I understand. Please, give us details, so that in the near future, we can relate to it withoutasking you questions. Hope you understand.
That's what everyone says, I am not a writer, so what are you?

Slimzjoe:
Being Smart is better than being Patriotic
Patriotism Doesn't count on days like today

Oga, you have a point jare. Moreso, the last time I checked, this is Nigeria and election here is like the third world war.
Even if my papa dey contest for an elective post, I go sit down for house to dey update my story. If him like make him win, even though money go dey if him win, but money and death they say are brothers.

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The time was 9:05am. Serena was lying on her back on her bed reading a novel when her phone rang.
"Hello Taiwo." She said on picking up.
"Hey girl, whatsup?" Taiwo said excitedly.
"Nothing much. Sorry I couldn't call you yesterday, I ran out of airtime." She pleaded.
"And even if you called me, I won't pick your call, lobatan." Taiwo replied.
Serena fell silent waiting for her friend whose main hobby was to talk, talk and talk till she could talk no more. Even though Taiwo was not one to run out of what to talk about, maybe she could loose her voice at a point, she couldn't say.
"Will you be at home today?" She asked.
"Of course, where else will I be?" Serena replied.
"You fit visit Jake now. Who knows." She said amidst laughter.
"Seriously, Taiwo, its not funny." Serena cried.
"I know. I never asked you to laugh. But we both know its the truth. Your heart skips a beat or two at the mention of his name." Taiwo continued.
"Call me back when you are done laughing." Serena threatened.
"Hang up, just try it and see what I will do to your pictures on facebook, especially, your school's facebook page. Senior Serena in love with Senior senior Jake even though he doesn't care." Taiwo said and bursted into another bout of laughter.
"Oya, please, sorry." Serena pleaded joining in the frenzy.
"I am going out today, will you accompany me?" She asked.
"Where are you going?" Serena replied.
"Is that at all important? Yes or no, will you accompany me?"
"Abeg, let me know where you are taking me to, I don't trust you." Serena replied.
"Who beg make you trust me before? I intend printing out my jamb result today."
"You get scratch card?" Serena asked.
"Serena, what's it with all these questions sef?"
And just then, the door into her room creaked open and Nate walked in.
"Hi." He said.
She scowled at him for half a minute before turning her attention back to her phone.
"You know what? Just come over to my side anytime you are ready, so we can go together." Serena said before hanging up.
"Good morning." Nate said.
Serena ignored him, stood up and walked into the bathroom where the sound of running water could be heard for the next one minute. By the time she returned, Nate was still seated on her bed.
"You are still here?" She asked as she approached her wardrobe.
"I came to talk to you." He replied.
She rolled her eyes angrily as she removed a white top and a black jean trouser.
"I want to change." She said.
"What's wrong with this one you are wearing?" He asked.
"What's your business? I want to change, so get out."
"You are just making excuses to get me out of here. There is nothing wrong with what you are wearing and moreso, I won't take your time. I just want to talk to you nothing else."
So, Nate can plead? Nate can be this gentle and calm? Waoh. She thought.
"But you'll have a hard time convincing me." she thought with a smile.
"Nate." She said before walking out of the room.
She returned immediately, picked her phone and a naira not lying underneathe.
"Are you leaving me here?" He asked, but got no reply.
She walked out of the corridor into the living room and headed out of the house.
"Where you dey go?" The gateman asked.
"I couldn't buy the card yesterday. So I'll just buy it now." She replied before easing herself out of the compound.
She walked down the tarred road without glancing back. Then she came to a stop in front of a provision shop down the street.
"I want to buy recharge card." She said to the young lady setting up her wares for the day.
"How much?"
"Mtn two hundred." She replied.
A minute later, she loaded the recharge card succesfully and started walking back home, when a red coloure toyota camry parked beside her. She ignored the driver and continued walking towards the house.
"Serena, enter now." Dave said.
"Enter where? That's the house over there, why should I enter?" She replied as she walked faster towards the gate.
"You shouldn't take this too far. There is a reason behind keeping you in the dark." He thought as he stepped on the gas.
"The first one wants to talk, the other wants to give me a lift. What do they take me for? A fool? They will be served in their own medicine until they tell me whatever is going on in this house." She thought as she stormed into the compound, almost pulling down gateman who innocently opened the gate for her.

END OF CHAPTER 10

Skimpledawg:
dt tin dt wil take me outta my houz tmao, dem neva born am!
uwc Joe!

You are not being patriotic here oga.

D9ty7:
Kitnah, if you will permit me to point out a few of the things you need to watch out for in the future updates/chapters and stories.

1. I don't do romance stories or let me say, I don't have them online, and therefore I haven't seen people correct me about them. But I have a feeling that romance stories are kind of straightforward. I mean, from the start to finish, we are dealing with Ivie and everything has to be about Ivie. But I believe the only way you could infuse suspense into this work is by importing a new character or better still, twist the story in such a way that one of the existing characters can fill that role. For instance, you could end an update like
("Ivie registered a resounding slap on Martin's face and with this, she stormed out of the party." You and I know that reader will want to know what happened next. Then in the next update, you could tell us how the guy she met at the supermarket spent his day at work, club and how he pushed ladies away, because his heart beats for one person.
In short, what I am trying to say is, we have three guys in love with Ivie, make one of them a major character, Martin in my own opinion fits. Lets know how they go about their days and other things. When we read about one character, readers tend to guess whatever will happen next.
2. Your use of words and description of reactions: I think you have used some words that are against the nairaland rules, watch it.
Also, the way you have described Ivie's reaction makes the story look somehow. I mean, Ivie was dancing with the gateman at a party right and she broke a bottle on Martin's head and she still left the scene in one piece? My sister, not this Nigeria o. The best she could have done was slap him. You can't break bottle on person head and not spend three days behind the bars na. Na attempted murder dem dey call am here.
3. The lives of the characters: I don't think Ivie's life should revolve between, home and work. No, it shouldn't. Lets see her do some other things, what does she like? You sha know what I am driving at?
And the way you described their jobs, like its a freestyle thing. The board meeting you told us about, I mean, its an official meeting and no matter the situation of things, the word 'official' must not be forgotten. I think Martin went overboard, or better still, you went a bit overboard with the way you described Martin and the way he adressed Ivie.
What other thing?
Yes, some typographical errors which is normal and as a matter of fact minimal and some grammatic ish. I am not a grammarian, I also gbagaun in my stories, am sure I yaff gbagaun in this post of mine, therefore, I won't talk about that.
I am no professor of English, but I think the use of 'I' in any sentence should always be in the upper case. E.g My name is Kitnah, I am a girl, I love popcorn, I..." You understand, don't you?
Another thing is the spacing of your work, I know, this could be caused by your phone, but I think you can reduce the 'stuffiness'. I will just give you and example below.
Kitnah a twenty six year old dark complexioned lady walked into the office she shared with two of her colleagues.
"Hello Kit." One of the two girl, Ada greeted.
"Hi girls." Kitnah replied as she sat down behind her desk. And just then, he eyes wandered over to Ada's table where a....
You can as well always click the space bar twice after every word. Shey you get? And dialogue should be on a new line.
I will drop my pen here before people complain about my I-too-know attitude. If in the future, I have anything to say, I will just drop them here.
And please no vex cos of this jargon.

Kitnah, if you will permit me to point out a few of the things you need to watch out for in the future updates/chapters and stories.

bigwig97:
Dedicated To Naturalhybrid And D9ty7
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Oga d9ty7, come and drop your 2k oh!

This one that I got a dedication from you. I appreciate it boss. But sorry to disappoint you, I can't drop my 2k. That's all I have in bank, I will only drop 2kobo.
You have a good thing going on here. I wanna write and be like you when I grow up.

--continuation--
The time was 9:10pm and Mark was getting ready to sleep when he remembered his family in America. He felt a pang of guilt the moment he remembered that he hadn't spoken with them for over a week now, his wife, his mother, his boss in the states, his colleagues, a whole lot of people.
"Am I drifting apart from them?" He asked himself as he picked up his phone and dialled his mother's number.
While he waited patiently, he prayed within himself that his mother at least picked his call.
"Hello mum." He half screamed the moment he heard the sound at the other end, but silence 'replied' him.
"Mum, are you there?" He asked.
"Mark, is this you?" Grace's voice boomed.
"Yes mum." He replied.
"Mark, what happened to the love you have for your family? For the past eight days, you didn't call me, you didn't call Kimber. Even when she called you, you refused to answer and even switched off your phone." His mother began. "Mark, whatever happened to the love you have for this small family of yours, its better you trace it, face it and fix it once, because you have upholded this family for many years, during your highschool days. Kimberly joined us few years later, you have been the man of the house since then and now, just two weeks in Nigeria and the music changed." Grace continued.
"Mum, its not what you think..." He protested, but she cut him short midway.
"Keep quiet and let me talk. If you being in Nigeria is the cause of this problem then I want you to return. If your working for the CIA will make them transfer you to the hottest war ravaged countries, then I think you should resign. Mark, I am tired. I can no longer wake up every morning to console Kimberly. She felt she has lost you. Mark, this is your family, Kim has your child, retrace your step before it is too late." His mother continued.
Something he had learnt over the years was, when Madam Grace was talking(most especially with anger) in your own best interest, just keep your mouth shut. Attempting to deny or argue with her will only make her talk non stop for twnety four hours.
"Mum, can you please stop this already, you don't know why I have been unable to call and you are here lashing me as if..." His voice trailed off.
"Talk to me." She urged.
"Where is Kimberly? I need to talk to her." He said fearlessly.
"Fine, I'll just give the phone to her." His mother said and a minute later, a tired voice came on.
"Hello, who is this?" The feminine voice asked.
Then it dawned on him that his mother had played a fast one on his wife, because the Kimberly she knew when angry will never pick your call. Not even by mistake will she answer your call, even with an unregistered number on her phone, she'll just switch off her phone, not minding if the caller want to talk business.
"Please don't hang up baby. Its me Mark." He pleaded.
"Mark! You." She exclaimed and the line went silent.
He listened to her cries for the next ten minutes, because one thing he had learnt over the years was that when a lady is crying, she tends to make it look worse, by crying to a point that one think she is unconsolable, provided there is man lending her a shoulder to cry on. But when one leaves them to cry all they want, sooner than later, they will stop crying.
"Mark, are you human at all?" She asked with a shaky voice.
"Baby, I can explain." He said.
"There is nothing to explain. I have spoken to my lawyer, we are meeting in court." She threatened.
The word divorce was the only word he failed to include in his dictionary and heading to the court less than a year and a half since they left the court as couples would be a very bad idea.
"Baby, I have a story to tell, only if you'll listen to me. The day you called me, I was at the hospital, after I alongside my colleagues averted a bomb blast and unfortunately, I was hit." He explained.
"Oh my God! Baby, how are you feeling now?" He could feel the fret in her voice.
"Its nothing serious. I am good now."
"If you could hide such news from me, then I know you are hiding your current state of health. I am catching the next available tourist flight to Nigeria." She said before hanging up.
He heaved a sigh of relief. "Did I lie to her? No, I was hit during the blast." He thought, and just then the light in his balcony went off and in the dark, he could see a figure climb and land unto it safely.

--to be continued--

Tecno4life, calm down. The last update for the day is loading.

Teebashy, thronekid.... Na beg I dey beg, lets take our chit chats somewhere else. It piss new readers off when they come accross a page filled with chit chats.

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"Serena, what are you doing here?" Dave asked when he had came out of his initial shock.
"Does that answer my question?" Serena replied angrily.
Dave hissed angrily as he switched on the car ignition and pulled back unto the road.
"Oga, open the gate abeg." He said to the gatemen who stood just outside the gate.
And two minutes later, Dave parked the car inside the garage and alighted out without another word.
"Dave, I am talking to you. Why will you decide to ignore my question?" Serena asked angrily as he walked into the house. "Dave, keep me in the dark about what? I think we are siblings and I deserve to know everything that is going on." She continued. This time, Dave was walking accross the living room towards the dinning. "You can't just ignore me like that and expect me like that. Keep me in the dark about what?" she said relentlessly.
"Keep quiet." He cautioned as he sat down. Opened his computer and continued the work he abandoned about an hour ago before he drove out with Nate to get fuel.
"Don't tell me to keep quiet because I won't keep quiet." She screamed.
Serena was suprised at her own outburst, because on a normal day she couldn't look at Dave in the eye and talk anyhow, but she considered it a revolution on her own person. She realised that in the last couple of weeks, she had done some things, taken some decisions that after taking them, she ask herself if she was under the influence of a very strong drink. She remembered the day she yelled at her father and that singular act brought them together and made their relationship stronger, but her major concern was being able to stand her family members without fear, but when it comes to outsiders(Stephanie and Jake) she becomes too emotional and at the slightest provocation, she breaks down.
"Am I the one you are talking to with raised voice?" Dave asked calmly as he stood up.
His muscular figure alone was enough intimidation and sometimes, she wondered how God created him to be gentle, loving and caring, and at the same time deadly when provoked. She remembered the day he refined Nate's handsome face with punches. That day she concluded that gentle and soft spoken people are the most crazy when provoked, while the crazy ones who showed it at any given opportunity, like picking up unecessary fights can be likened to an empty barrel.
Just then the sitting room got illuminated brightly, courtsey of the 'NEPA man' Nathaniel Thomas.
"Please, I need to charge my phone." She muttered as she made to walk away.
"Are you trying to walk out on me?" He askedas he drew her bask to her former standing position.
When it comes to been bossy and being charismatic about it, then Mr Oluwole Thomas is a typical example of such and when one needs the direct prototype of that character, but with a touch of the twenty first century, then Davies Thomas is an example. It was only in the Thomas family that Father and son(Oluwole Thomas & Dave) will want to discuss business, and rather than go to Oluwole's room or study, they'd remain seated in the living room and other members of the family then(Anita, Nate & Serena) will have to excuse them because in their words, the other three member of the house are strangers in the business world of theirs.
"Dave, please I don't want trouble." She pleaded.
"Fine, then stay away from trouble, because the right you have in this house to question me, I don't know." He replied.
"Dave, I am your sister." She said as if reminding him of something.
"I know, but stay away from trouble. When you are not being spoken to, don't poke nose, okay?"
Hot tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill. Certainly, Dave was returning to his former self who gets angry at the slightest provocation.
"Dave, am sorry if..." She was saying, but a wave of hand told her to speak no more.
"Fine, there is yam in the kitchen, you can fry eggs if you want. I already sliced the onions and added other spice." She said before storming out of the dinning.
"Hey! Easy." Nate said immediately she bumped into him.
"Don't you ever talk to me." She added angrily, leaving the two brothers stunned as ever.
Nate faced his elder brother with a I-told-you look.
"Hey! Don't give me that kind of look." Dave waved off before sitting down.
"I told you, didn't I? Now she is taking it to a new level."
"Let her do whatever she likes. Its all for the best." Dave replied.
"I just hope she forgives us when she find out later." Nate said before walking into the kitchen.
Dave shrugged.

--to be continued--

[quote author=stuff46 post=32062849][/quote]Guy, don't twist my words. This has nothing to do with partisanship or party affliates. Edit your post with immediate effect.

Shebarh:
dee wat is d name of d book?

He called it 'THE RAIN MAKER.'

omotalkie:
I thot Mark's father is Danny Lovato

Danny is like Boko Haram's shecow and Mark's father(Anthony) is like the one giving orders. Danny owns the army of destruction, Anthony is making use of them

--continuation--
Danny Lovato walked into the lecture hall of his rebel academy.
"Afternoon sir." The students dressed in a black greeted. Each of them to a computer, another faction of them were building up only God knows what.
He replied their greeting with a wave of hand as he approached a man who stood in the middle of the hall.
"You are welcome sir." The man greeted with a bow.
"Yeah. What's going on with them?" Lovato asked.
"Practical assignments on everything they have learnt." The man replied as Danny walked towards a group of student assembling a bomb.
"Hey boys." He said startling the boys who shook in fear. "What's this you are doing?" He asked.
"Its a nameless bomb, built with sixteen bullet canisters, infused with a kilogram of gun powder and harmful gases." One of the boy began.
"So, how does it work?"
"To detonate it, we make use of a remote built with it, with similar sensor, or in the absence of thee remote, we use a cell phone, a clock or any type of sensor such as pressure(altitude) radar vibration or contact." The boy began.
"At the point of detonation, that is the seat of detonation, the bomb after effect could be felt in a building occupying at least two plots of land. Which means in a residential area, the bomb could affect either two houses, three or four as the case may be and depending on the land mass." Another boy explained.
"In the case of a sucide detonation, the bullet canisters becomes infused into one canister case which means immediately it detonates it has the tendency of breaking into three component blasting cap containing a more sensitive primary explosive." Another of the boys explained further.
"Then the after effect of the three blasting cap tripples the after effect of the original blast of the sixteen canisters. Thereby causing more damage during the process." Another chipped in.
Danny Lovato was impressed with the way five boys lectured him on the weapon of mass destruction they just produced.
"How sure are you that this will work?" He asked.
One of the boys raised a very large book and flashed it against their mentor's face. The book was titled, THE USE, THE APPLICATION, THE PRODUCTION OF WEAPONS. Wriiten by Danny Lovato.
"We went through all the chapters, took at least a production step from every chapter and here we are.
"I score you thirty points in advance. We'll put this to test in the coming days." He said as he walked to a young boy who sat behind his desk, facing a computer, beaming with smile.
"Hey." Lovato said.
"Yes sir." The boy replied standing up for Lovato who sat down comfortably on the chair vacated by the boy who presumably should be in his late teens.
"What's this?" Lovator asked as he handled the mouse, navigated his way through the picture on display.
"Its the structural interface of the De Royal hotel downtown." The boy replied.
"Tell me more."
"I established a connection with a multipurpose IPI I stole from our instructor's office and I found a matching computer with almost the same IPI inside the hotel, that's it here." The boy explained pointing blue static dot.
Lovato clicked his mouse and held it still. Slowly, the image magnified, same with the blue dot and when it stretched to its limit, boldly written on the blue dot was, EXECUTIVE ROYAL SUITE DOUBLE.
"Can you trace the computer you hook up with?" Lovato asked.
"Not yet sir." The boy replied.
"VPF- 3200-IP22I is it." Lovato dictated and the boy typed on.
"Here sir."
Danny Lovato smiled, afterall the men assigned to kidnapp Mark Ashimolowo were on ground already.
"In a day or two, I will speak with one of our spies at N.A.T.U, he will accept your IP request, then you can access the organisation's camera interface, then someone here enters the building to detonate the bomb produced by those boys over there." Danny explained.
"I'll be ready to work with those on the field."
"Keep up the good work." And with this, Danny Lovato moved on to other group of boys and girls, even though their works did little or nothing to get his attention. He only asked a few questions and moved on.
He personally was grateful because the task he thought was impossible has been made easy, afterall, he won't import weapon anymore, his students can mannually build one.

--to be continued--
Blame John Grisham for my lateness. Just came accross one of his books and I have been buried in it since.

And yet another writer is +1 today. Even though I haven't had the chance to follow any of her works, but all the same, I still will wish her a happy birthday, afterall we are comrades.
Long life and prosperities ma'am. God will make you bigger.

Princesa the great critic
Erm erm... Chai! I can't write a poem.
Anyways, I wish you many more years on earth, say 120. I pray that God in his infinite mercy grant you every of your heart desires. Enjoy your day and have a blast.
Don't forget to drop the venue of the party.

--continuation--
Mark was seated fuming inside Collins office, while two other top officials in the corporation sat beside him, one empty chair stood opposite them, while Collins sat on behind his own desk. Three uniformed men were made to stand in front of the panel.
"Why would you allow Clara to pass, I mean, I told you someone was hiding behind the door, mere thinking for a minute should tell you that whoever is behind that door is a suspect and should be arrested immediately she is found. But your foolishness and the useless regard you give to high ranking officers here in Nigerian just cost us a major suspect." Mark ranted on and on.
"Miss Clara can never be a mole. She has been here for many years, she just can't be the mole. No." One of the uniformed men replied.
"Fine, she is not the mole, then did she have to run away immediately after getting out of the control room? How did she get out when the building was supposed to be on a lockdown?" Mark asked angrily.
"That I don't know, maybe we should as the officers in charge of the west wing." He replied.
"Can you imagine, were you not in charge of the west exit corridor? We should ask you first." Mark replied.
The door into the office opened and Christina walked in.
"I have a team of detectives keeping tabs on her. Her house, her parent's house, her favourite bar and fastfood joint." She explained she walked towards one of the two empty chairs.
"Discretely or what?" Collins asked.
"What do uo expect? Its discrete of course. I have non commissioned investigator on the assignment, while a private detective is on her tail." Tina explained.
"What do we do these ones here?" Collins asked.
"Lets put them in holding while we keep searching for Clara, but my mind keep telling they are moles." Mark said.
"Locking them up is cruel and against the eithics of this corporation." The assistant director seated beside Mark to the left replied.
Mark wasn't expecting anything better from the obnoxious man whose sole responsibility in the corporation is to quote rules and laws.
"They allowing Clara is escape is as cruel as locking them up. By allowing Clara to leave, justice has been turned, the poor lady who lost her life died for nothing. Let these men be charged to court." Mark replied angrily.
"No, we won't do that." Tina cuts in.
The four senior agents plus the three uniformed men turned to face her.
"Yes, they'll join us at the field." She replied.
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A black Nissan highlander drove into the premises of De Royals hotels and suits. Two men in suit alighted and walked towards the entrance.
"Hands up." The security man at the door said.
The two men raised their hands up while the security man searched their body.
"You can go." He said as he pressed the button situated just beside the security door. "Wait wait! The briefcase." He said, but they were inside the hotel reception already.
"Good afternoon sirs." A female receptionist greeted.
"Yeah, afternoon." One of the men replied.
"How can I help you?" She asked.
"We made a booking online, executive royal suite, double." One of them replied.
"Under what name? Reciept number?"
"John and Jonhson is the name. 53108ERSD." One of them replied while the receptionist typed the words into her computer.
"Got it." She said as she fetched a key and handed it over.
"Welcome to De Royals." She said with a smile.
"Nice dimples."One of the men said as they walked towards the stairs.
"Are you sure Mark is lodge in the executive royal suite?" The dark complexioned man asked.
"Where else will he be lodged? The federal government has it covered." The light skinned man replied.
The two men entered their room and sat down as they opened their briefcase.
"Hello boss, we are on ground already. Moving in on the target in five to six hours."

--to be continued--

D9ty7:
Chai! Time don go like this? Blame tiredness.
Will start typing now.

Something just came up and it requires my attention. Sorry, no update tonight, even though I have typed about half of it. In that case, we'll just get two early morning updates tomorrow.

LogoDWhiz:
I get you Dee.

The security forces are now getting better.

Don't use the ordinary police force to compare with an anti-terrorist organisation.

Welldone.
Expecting the next update.


Why don't u write it down as u use to do before.
And simply copy and paste.

Bro, the security forces we have are getting better like you said, but in terms of intelligence agencies, we don't have them here in Nigeria or better still, they are not functioning. Imagine them starting operation fully, there will be some mistakes and errors at first before they get better.

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Dave slowly eased the car to the side of the road, just outside their father's house.
"Guy, I am confused right now, what do you suggest we do?" Nate asked quietly.
"If I tell you I understand or know what to do, I am lying. But, I think we should approach this issue carefully, so we don't destroy what is left of our small family." Dave replied.
"I think we should let Dad know about it, you know he should be able to handle the situation..."
"Handle what situation? Nate, is this coming from you?" Dave asked bewildered. "You want that man to breakdown?"
"Like, he is a man and...."
"Nate, forget it. Dad will be the last person to know about this and that will be after everything has been settled." Dave said with a tone of finality.
Even though their father was a strong man, he doubted his ability to recieve the news of his cheating wife with a strong heart. Despite the fact that the marriage has been dissolved, the love they share remained intact and coupled with his state of health, things could get out of hand.
"You know, I am thinking that since they are no longer together, Dad wouldn't mind recieving that kind of news. At least, that would put him in a better position and his decision to divorce mum will be justified afterall." Nate explained.
"Nate, its like you don't get it. Divorce or no divorce, it is our parents we are talking here. Dad is not going to hear about it, at least not now." Dave cuts in."
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Serena put down the pot from the fire and extinguished the fire from the cooker. She walked towards the sink, washed her hand and dried it with the towel which was lying carelessly on the kitchen table.
"Oh my God! I forgot to call Taiwo." She suddenly said to herself as she dashed for the door that connects with the dinning room.
She picked up her phone, dialled her friend's number and waited for it to connect. Its over three hours since they parted and she had promised to call her to know if she had gotten home or not, plus she needed to thank her, if not for anything, her help during the day when they went to the police station.
The automated voice from the network operator boomed against her ear notifying her of an exhausted account balance.
"And this call is very important, she thought as she entered her room, searched every nook and cranny for a few naira note which she would use in purchasing a recharge card.
"Na to take money from dad's drawer remain if I no see money here o." She thought as she picked up her bible, scanned the pages until she saw a five hundred naira not lying inside the book of John. She remembered where she got that five hundred naira. One of the offerings she failed to pay.
She thought amusingly as she walked out of the house.
"Where una dey go?" The gateman asked.
"I wan buy card in the next street." She replied.
"Its late o." The man replied.
"I know. I will just take a shortcut so I can return early." Serena replied.
"Shortcut? That's dangerous o. Let me lock the gate so we can go together." He said rushing into his house and returned less than a minute later.
"What's it with this sudden nice attitude?" She asked herself as they both walked out of the compound. While she waited for him to lock the gate, she could see a car parked a few yards away and from the light illuminating the interior of the car, she could make out the faces of Dave and Nathaniel.
She approached the car quietly in a bid to startle them, but the few words that flew into her ears made her abandon her initial mission.
"Fine, dad won't hear about it, but what about Serena?" Nate asked.
"I doubt her being able to handle the news without breaking down. She should be kept in the dark too." Dave replied.
"Kept in the dark about what?" Her voice startled them as she hopped into the backseat.

--to be continued--
This is where we draw the curtain for today. You know a couple of things delayed the day's update. I would have dropped two updates, but blame it on tiredness, I dropped just one.

Chai! Time don go like this? Blame tiredness.
Will start typing now.

thronekid:
He refused to tell Me about his page, Just asked me to read from his timeline first Boss

And what other thing is there on his timeline except comments? If he runs a page, then we can report him, but right now I don't know how to go about it.

Bear with me guys. Update drops later in the day.

*walks into the thread. Chai! Another plagiarist? Wahala dey o. Btw, thronekid, I can't see his page o, abi he has somewhere else he is posting these stories?