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D9ty7:
No be afternoon nap o. I be muslim, so dnt expect update today... lol

Finally I'm here. Barka de Sallah...just makesure it's update plus meat tomorrow.

I need more update oh!

;Dupdate are needed urgently... Else i will 199

hmmm... D9ty7, good work and Barka' de sallah

Updates resumes tomorrow by the special grace of God. And its possible I drop some if I am able to charge my phone 'fill to the brim.'

D9ty7:
Updates resumes tomorrow by the special grace of God. And its possible I drop some if I am able to charge my phone 'fill to the brim.'

Barka de sallah bro u don instal all d@ meat 4 ur stomach alone 4gt us abi *diaris god oo*

D9ty7:
Updates resumes tomorrow by the special grace of God. And its possible I drop some if I am able to charge my phone 'fill to the brim.'

xo u b Muslim? Ur story de go tuele tuele... Na drugs me de take 2 clear my stomach

CHAPTER FIVE
Darasimi fearfully led Clement and his partner Habeeb into her room.
The two men sat on the stool and the only plastic chair available while their host sat on the bed.
"Dara, are you aware that your friend Chioma is dead?" Clement
began.
Darasimi kept quiet for a few seconds pretending to be processing the news that was relayed to her.
"I don't get."
"As in, your friend Chioma was found dead this morning."
"Yeh! mogbe." She screamed as she flung herself unto Habeeb and
they both landed on the bare floor. Her weight seemed to be the major factor in their fall while Habeeb's weight is nothing to write home about.
"Take it easy dear. I know it'll be very hard on you. Sorry for the
loss." Habeeb consoled as he pulled her up.
"Ah! Chiiiiii.....Chhhhhhiiiooooomaaaa." She screamed again as hot tears trickled down her cheeks.
Habeeb was filled with pity as he looked at her sympathetically. How easy it is for evil doers to pity others. He, who is head bent on making the country pay for something she knew nothing of by liasing with the terrorists is here pitying someone who could not be trusted entirely.
"From our investigations, we learnt she didn't return home yesterday and the last time she was seen, you were with her. So tell us anything that can be helpful to us in our investigations." Clement said immediately the wailing and consoling stopped.
"Who told you Chioma was with me? The last time I saw her was two day ago." She replied.
Clement smiled knowingly.
"What happened to you on your arm?" Clement asked pointing to the burns she sustained when Chioma attacked her the previos day. She was wearing an armless pink top and a black leggings.
"Oh! This?" She asked foolishly.
Clement only nodded, urging her to spill whatever is in her.
"Its just a burn as a result of some child's play around the
hostel. Those guys were chasing we the girls with stick with fire." She explained.
"I see. Believe me, guys can be annoying at times. Thank God I
am not a guy." He replied trying to add humor to lighten the tension in the room.
They all gave short laughs and it did the magic as Darasimi felt relaxed afterwards.
"I remembered when we came in, it was like you had a travelling bag with you. Are you travelling or what?" Clement asked.
"Yes, I am."
"Why?"
"This killings. First it was Hadiza, then Dayo, now it is Chioma.
Only God knows who is next." She replied.
"You knew Chioma was dead before we came in?" He asked as he scanned the whole room with his eagle eyes. Then his eyes strucked
something.
"No, I don't know. The last time we conversed was two day ago like I said the other time."
As she was saying, Clement had already stood up and followed the
direction where his eyes strucked something strange.
"What's this?" He asked picking a yellow top from the floor near the wardrobe. It had blood stains on it.
"That?" She asked foolishly propbably because she was caught unawares.
"Yes."
"I was on my period and it got stained." She replied.
"I see." Clement said as he dropped the cloth and sat down and jotted some things on his notepad.
Darasimi knew she had fumbled by lying that she had her monthly
discharge while putting on the top and not a skirt. She could have said she used the shirt to clean up.
"You know what? We'll like to see you in our office right away for questioning." Clement informed.
"Your office? As in police station. What did I do?" She asked
almost in tears.
Habeeb whispered to his boss and they both nodded at the same time.
"This is it. You have to report to the school's security complex
today and you'll do that for the next five days when investigations must have been concluded." Habeeb informed.
"We'll like to take our leave now. Bye." Clement said as he stood up with his partner and walked out of her room.

--to be continued--

Ooooooooooh d9ty7 abeg bring d real update plsssssssss i sight u o

Oga d9ty7, nice story you've got going here. But I'm hungry for more o....... hoping you'll drop @ least 3 loooong updates 2moro

We'll get more updates tomorrow by the special grace of God.
I appreciate you comments @Handie and Princessusan. Your comments makes me want to drop more tonight but I am battling with a chronic headache.
"Tomorrow is another day." James Bond.

Dara cover don blow.. Imagine a frnd killing her frnds cos of money

*In Darasimi's thin and melodious voice. "Its not what you think. I can explain."

Hameenat94:
Dara cover don blow.. Imagine a frnd killing her frnds cos of money

Check out my other story that is running simultaneously with All in a circle. It is the story about a family, how they lost it, the consequences, the ups and the down.... Its here... https://www.nairaland.com/1918531/thomas-family.... Written and produced by d9ty7.

D9ty7 where my sallah meat na anyway sweet update

nice

D9ty7:
We'll get more updates tomorrow by the special grace of God.
I appreciate you comments @Handie and Princessusan. Your comments makes me want to drop more tonight but I am battling with a chronic headache.
"Tomorrow is another day." James Bond.

yea. It indeed is another day.... hope u've taken medications

tecno4life:
D9ty7 where my sallah meat na anyway sweet update

that update na your sallah meat...


Take care D9ty7

D9ty7 just upload sometin na I just wanna read an update

Nothing stops me from updating this morning save for this sickness or wetin I go call am? Even tho am getting better now. All hopes not lost, If we don't get updates before 2pm that means today is gonna rollover.

D9ty7:
*In Darasimi's thin and melodious voice. "Its not what you think. I can explain."

*In Clement police voice* 'explain then'

@Hameenat94:
*In Darasimi's thin and melodious voice. "I can explain. Please have mercy on me, I am the only daughter of my parents. Please have mercy."

C'mon our d9ty7, u won't get sick in the name of Allah! Its just too much of sallah meat!

Fatalveli:
C'mon our d9ty7, u won't get sick in the name of Allah! Its just too much of sallah meat!

lol

D9ty7 come update naw, ah ah wetin sef ahah. If d sallah meat make you dey purge bring d remaining one 2 my house and as u dey purge just dey type as u dey 4 toilet

Darasimi can lie oo.I wonder who killed chioma.thumbs up d9ty

Welldone boss...

Following...

--continuation--
Sandra Oselu walked into the living room dressed in a black tank top
and a blue flaying short skirt that stoped just above her knees. He
phone rang as she approached the centre table.
"Who could this be?" She asked rhetorically as she approached the
dinning area where she left her phone when she had her breakfast a one
hour ago. She checked the number displaying on her screen but she
discovered that the number was unlisted.
"Hello." She said unsure of how best to start the conversation.
"Is this Sandra Oselu?" A male masculine voice asked.
"Yes. Its me. What can I do for you?" She asked.
"One of your dirtiest secrets is with us and you have to pay a sum
of ten million naira for a start." The voice said going straight to the
point.
"Excuse me?"
"We have some of your raunchy pictures and we won't hesitate to
post them on social media to tarnish your celebrity status."
"Fine, I think I know who you are. You are that popular comedian
that play pranks on people especially celebrities or that fraudster that
find joy in extorting celebrities to save their as5 from trouble like
you said. I don't have your time." She replied.
He gave a short laugh.
"I am no comedian, neither am I a fraudster. You'll recieve a media
message on your phone in a matter of seconds now. Call this number in
two hours, eleven o'clock to be precise." He explained.
"Mr man, I don't have your time this early morning. If you don't
have a job please go find one. And if you are interested in being my
anonymous public relations officer, you just got yourself the job. I can
see you are fluent in your command of english language." She said.
"Call me back by eleven o'clock. If you are a minute late, you are
in trouble. If you are a minute behind the time, remember, you are in
trouble. We'll negotiate when you give me the call. Enjoy the rest of
your morning." He said and hung up.
She dropped her phone on the dining table angrily and made to walk
back into the living room where she was headed in the first place to
watch a live broadcast of a fashion show in paris.
"Dumbas5." She muttered and walked away just when her phone
beeped.
She walked back to the table and picked up the phone and opened the
message.
She opened he mouth in shock as million of thoughts ran through her
mind. A picture of her and her lawyer Barrister Benson in a compromising
postion. Lying half naked on the bed with the duvet covering their
unclothedness.
"Oh my God!" She exclaimed in fear as the phnoe almost dropped from
her hand.
She had one person in mind as the perpetrator of the act. She will
surely get to the end of this.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Barrister Benson walked out of the gate and headed for the end of the
street where a car was parked. Immediately he got near the car, the
front door opened and he hoped in without much ado.
"Welcome Ben" The man behind the wheel said.
"Thank You."
"Now, straight to business. I guess you already recieved those pictures. I know you won't want me to send those pictures accross to your wife or put them on social medias. You'll pay me if you want this buried." The man began.
"How much are we talking about here?" Benson asked.
"Five million naira or you face the music. Get back to me once it is twelve o'clock. I believe you still have my number on your phone. By for now." He said igniting the car.
Ben got down from the car and the man who refused to introduce himself formally drove out of the street.

--to be continued--

D9ty7 come and continue nau......

More updates to come but first you have to comment because they go a long way in encouraging us.

let dem Pay d price 4 carelessness

D9ty7:
More updates to come but first you have to comment because they go a long way in encouraging us.

Lol..thank God I've commented....