If you have time, please read and give feedback, I will so much appreciated it. I believe it'll kinda motivate me to keep writing

P.S: this is all fiction. I appreciate bad reviews as much I appreciate good ones. Thanks

Nothing remained of her, not even tears.

Inside the bleak cell, she waited, longing for her impending execution to arrive swiftly. Her entire world had already crumbled to ashes, so why were they making her endure three more excruciating days before they could finally fasten a rope around her neck?

But let's rewind to a brighter moment, like scenes from a Disney movie. Picture the sun beaming warmly upon their skin as they frolicked through Grumpy George's cornfield. Imagine them sitting under the night sky, counting the twinkling stars, their hearts unburdened by fear because they believed in the strength of their bond. Or let's go back to the very beginning, when they first crossed paths.

The tale of their bond began on an October evening in 1987, nestled in the heart of Brazil. Rain poured relentlessly that day.

.....

Mrs. Lopez was one of those persons who despised her boss to the core, yearning for any job that would rid her of the suffocating presence. Even her current employment, barely scraping by to cover monthly expenses after taxes and obligatory savings deductions, seemed more like a torment than a source of livelihood.

Nevertheless, Mrs. Lopez clung to the hope that the old house her late father had bequeathed her would rescue her from the clutches of her detested boss. Whenever that wretched woman ignited her temper, Mrs. Lopez would silently repeat to herself, "Endure her, endure her until you sell the house."

First and foremost, she would unleash every ounce of frustration on her repugnant, freckled-faced boss, while her colleagues stifled their laughter. Then, she would open her dream shop and pursue the long-lost aspiration her father had once stifled.

After a long, exhausting day at work, battling the ceaseless rain pouring from the heavens, Mrs. Lopez rushed to return home. Amidst the downpour, her daughter, Kal, couldn't cease her chatter about the lifeless cat they had found by the road in the morning, the very same cat they used to feed. "Why isn't it there anymore, Mom? It was laying there in the morning... Do you think it's really dead? Or was he faking it?" Kal's words tumbled out in a rush, leaving Mrs. Lopez too weary to address each query. As they pulled into the driveway, raindrops relentlessly drumming on the car roof, the dimly lit street offered little solace.

Stepping out of her car, Mrs. Lopez allowed the heavy rain to drench her clothes as she reached for the garage door. But as the door rumbled open, her eyes widened with surprise and concern. There, on the damp concrete floor of the garage, lay a boy around Kal's age, curled up in deep slumber.

Kal gasped, her tiny hands pressed against the car window, as she observed this unexpected sight. "Mom, who is he? Why is he sleeping in our garage?" she asked, her voice a blend of curiosity and worry. Rainwater clung to Mrs. Lopez's body, clothes clinging uncomfortably, as she approached the sleeping boy. With caution, she knelt down beside him, her hand extending to gently shake his shoulder. "Hey, wake up," she whispered softly.

The boy stirred, his eyelids fluttering open, revealing tired, drowsy blue eyes. He blinked, struggling to comprehend his surroundings, confusion etching across his face.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Mrs. Lopez inquired, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

The boy sat up, rubbing his eyes as if trying to dispel the remnants of sleep. He glanced around, realizing that a woman was staring at him, and the sight of the car outside indicated that she must be the owner of the house. "I... I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice barely audible above the rain's symphony. "I had nowhere else to go." His absence of a Spanish accent surprised Mrs. Lopez.

Her heart softened, recognizing the vulnerability in the boy's voice. She studied him for a moment, noting his worn-out white clothes and the dampness that clung to him, mirroring the gloomy weather. "How did you end up here?" she gently probed, hoping to coax the truth from him. Deep down, she already knew that a boy of his size couldn't have opened the garage by himself.

The boy hesitated, uncertainty clouding his features. Finally, after a brief moment, he spoke, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. "Through the pipe," he confessed, his gaze falling to the ground.

Mrs. Lopez wondered which pipe he referred to, as she was unaware of any passage large enough for a boy his size. "Where do you live?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. The boy appeared hesitant to speak, his eyes welling with tears. "O... over the road," he mumbled, referring to the fenced house situated across from them.

Sympathy swelled within Mrs. Lopez. "Would you like me to take you home?" she offered, concern etched on her face. But as soon as she spoke those words, the young boy visibly trembled. "Please don't make me go. Let me stay here tonight," he pleaded, his teary eyes hidden behind the curtain of raindrops cascading down his face.

Worry and curiosity intertwined within Mrs. Lopez. What could make a boy so afraid of returning home that he would seek refuge in a stranger's garage? Empathy surged through her veins. Extending a hand, she helped the boy rise, her voice filled with compassion. "Alright... Come inside the house, it'll be warmer there," she suggested, gesturing toward her house.

The boy looked up at Mrs. Lopez, gratitude flickering in his eyes. He accepted her assistance, observing as she returned to the car and parked it properly in the garage. Kal exited the vehicle, her gaze meeting the boy's. "Hi," she chirped, but received no response; he merely stared at her, his gaze weighted with curiosity. The boy had read about girls in books but had never seen one in person.

"You're quite strange," Kal commented as she approached the boy, but her mother's genuine concern for the boy instantly cautioned her. Although he appeared unusual, his lack of proper attire, including the absence of anything on his leg, worried Mrs. Lopez.

With the garage door securely locked, the two children followed Mrs. Lopez into the old house. The living room held minimal furniture, with a few worn-out cushions scattered around an ancient wooden table. Adjacent to it, a fireplace stood, flanked by two additional seats. This was where Mrs. Lopez's father had likely spent the majority of his elderly years before passing away six months ago.

Mrs. Lopez intended to bathe the boy, but he adamantly refused, insisting on doing it himself. While this seemed normal, given that Kal bathed independently, there was an air of mystery surrounding his resistance. Mrs. Lopez handed him Kal's sweater and a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly.

Gathered around the dining table, they savored Cocido Madrileño, perhaps the most delicious meal the boy had ever tasted. His insatiable hunger was evident, as he devoured the food with his hands in a flash. He didn't ask for more, yet Mrs. Lopez sensed his need. Kal, meanwhile, watched him with rapt attention, her appetite forsaken in favor of curiosity. This entire event escalated Mrs. Lopez's initial worries into an indignant anger, directed at whoever had abandoned the boy.

As they sat there, consumed by their respective thoughts and emotions, Mrs. Lopez's determination to protect the boy grew.

She determined to make the night as comfortable as possible for him, since he's to afraid to answer questions she decided not to ask any further until morning. She knew there were countless questions to be answered.

Thanks for reading, your feedback will be so much appreciated.

Brainmytool:
Very sweet.

In Abia we call it OJI OFIA.

duro4chang:
It's common in Kwara State. I have tasted it before. They call it obi edun that is monkey's kola nut.

I learnt something new today💪, thanks to you.

Edited: I mean the name.

Urheadmaster:
I have.

But I can't really describe how it tastes because the taste is out of this world

Very true😂😂😂
Its taste is indescribable.

Khallicopyro:
It's common in my place. Esan in Edo state. But I don't know it's name. We call it 'ukpukhuremila'

Tho you mentioned it's common in your place, have you tasted it before?

Good evening everyone and happy Easter .

During election school break, someone gave this wild plant/fruit to me saying it's edible.

It has a very unique taste ...I can't even explain what it tastes like. Have you seen or eaten it before. If yes please what's the name .

Aklee4994:
She’s the chair lady of the entitlement mentality association of nairaland(EMAN)and also there speaker Na she get the other moniker sheistoopretty to work for her own money...Na today I know y them Dey troll 😈 this girl 👧

She irritates me bro SMH

Prettygirl200:
indeed any guy that feels so should reserve that money for his future generations, rubbish!!! Broke Nigerian men everywhere!!!

You're one of most unreasonable and irrational person I've meet online. You're far from smart, I wonder if you're up to 18 years of age. I might even be quoting a 14 years old kid🤦🏾‍♂️



Sorry to spill the beans: No sensible guy would tolerate(manage) the likes of you.

Please don't ever follow any thread I create in the nearest future.....

Dshocker:



Lol

Make i bend if you've ever given any guy 2k before.

She's always pain bro, I've been noticing this for a while. This kind would kill or fight in the streets with a follow female for a guy

luminouz:


Then go ahead and don't let those frustrated feminists here deter you. Their pained comments sweetie me.

It shows you are valuable enough to that your course mate. Women never spend shiit on men they have no attraction for

Kodak9:
just use style and let her know you wan date am

I'm gonna start playing my cards wisely from now on

WantsandMore:
also take her out & make sure you spend up to 5k on her menu alone, you can just chill on a 2-3k budget, this is for posterity sake, just like the other guy said , don't bill her anymore, just relax & play your ten ten....Good things comes to those who wait..

Ok thanks

Kodak9:
My only question is
Is the girl beautiful or ugly
Ugly girls have a way of forcing you into relationship,cuz hope no dey.

She's a damsel. I'd love to date her even if she's not this nice

Prettygirl200:
Na lie shut up, the girl is trying to elevate u from poverty, broke thing!!!

I wonder who you leeching off of ryt now😂

Always pained and frustrated......change your name from Prettygirl200 to Painedgirl200.

Besides pained and pretty has the same number of characters 🤣

P is for pain🤣🤣🤣

Prettygirl200:
Dont mind the confused op, someone helped his broke ass, instead of him to be thanking his creator, he is here asking us what it means. Oga iFlare it means she's trying to elevate u from poverty. Muteeewwww

You're always pained tuaah

Does this mean she's interested in me or just sheer kindness. We spend most times together in campus, so I don't know if she has a crush on me.

elipheleh:


Young man begin to bill her indirectly with business plans. But make sure it's not a loan

🤣🤣🤣

Berrityga:
Can you share her contact so we can ask her what her intentions are??

Dey play

JOACHINpedro:
Pay her back when you can, it will restore your respect cus believe it or not, you will always feel indebted to her.
Meanwhile, her kind of person no reach 6 for this country.

Yeah it's surprising (maybe weird), But I believe there are lots of girls like that around.....

AKWATGOLD1:
Your ATM is loaded. Please do not let slid away from you.

It's not like that bruv

IyaebeTheGreat:
A man is not supposed to accept money from his woman

Really ?

She's not my woman hanty or brother

Sheistoopretty:



Br*ke boys like u will always read meaning to everytin is it bad to help the less privileged? She has seen dat u are just like the normal wr*tched Nigerian men we have everywhere and den decided to help ur mis*rable life and u are still here suspecting ur br*ke self

In Asari dokubo's voice; ur mumu no too muuuuuch?

Dis is just a normal tin we girls do daily to men but dey all go unnoticed and unannounced, but if it was done by a man, u will see it all over social media we ladies are too matured for dat

Meanwhile:

Nigerian men are Us*less..... All of them

Lol😅

Ok ma.

thesicilian:
Lol
She's a nice girl
But know that whether it was discussed or not, you two are already in a relationship.
Don't let her catch you with another girl, otherwise you'll know the true meaning of "after all I've done for you."

Bros I never asked her for any of this oo, it was just a joke and boom she sent 5k

We are not in a relationship, just friends.

Draslo:

Also, no matter the situation try not to bill her anymore. Let her do it from her own discretion.

Ok thanks 🙌

Draslo:

Your confusion is very normal. My advice is don't play with her cos you see women, even if her father is Dangote, she'll still find a way to bill you but this one is the other way around. Be very careful because if you Bleep up, you will hear stories far and wide from her pov how she's been feeding you and taking care of your broke ass. Speaking from experience

Thanks for the advice bro

When we were chatting few weeks ago, I joked about being broke with a meme sticker, she then replied with a sticker that says paste aza. Then I said "my number is my Aza" (palmpay), then another sticker from her follows, which said ₦5000 sent successfully.....which I replied with a laughing emoji.

I was shocked to receive 5k alert that day, just few minutes after the chat . I thanked her and then this week again I received 15k from her😭😭😭

I'm yet to understand this.....pls what does this mean.

Note: Her family is crazy rich.....her popsy owns filling stations and so many other businesses

She's a course mate

I'm trying to go into long term saving, please suggest the best app for me. Please suggest based on experience, thanks.

I posted this on crime section because it's a crime when a citizen or customer is not getting what he/she paid for or deserve.

1. Access Bank: I hate the bank so much. I've not being able to do anything with it for days, no top up, no transfer, even withdrawal with ATM na wahala. They'll frustrate the living hell out of you. Bad support, bad network, bad everything

2. MTN: Big for nothing network giant. I've lost so much because of this frustrating network provider. Slowness is there middle name. Most times network will enter emergency and mind you, my phone (Nokia) and location is good. They should Kuku rename it to MFN(motherf**king network)

3. CBN: I don't have to say much about this one, if you're in Nigeria right now you should be cursing them.



Which service do you hate?

Xtra cool by young john I've played this one like 20 times in a row this evening ..... playing it as I'm typing


Soweto by victory x tempoe this one is magic whenever I listen to it

What's yours

Zonefree:
The answer is 25.

Red wine = 3
Champagne = 5
2 glasses of "half filled" drink = 2

[3 + 2 x 5 = 25.

You multiply before adding. I come in peace

Gbeng30:
Care and the strong things...

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