jagugu88li:
You and TheBlessedMAN should decide on whom is getting punished. If you call ke at page 199, how do you expect me to catch up

Where is my thunder stick sef....pray I don't find it

Bae, you are too dope. I love how u deal with Adesina my boss.

Thanks bae. Its never too late to join this moving train. Welcome on board

honourable356:
Shaking my head amusingly...
Yes I have been away like forever that a comment from me would suddenly seem like a review of the entire work starting from where I went MIA to this latest update.

You are doing something extraordinary beautiful here that my choice of words..my insinuations would be seem merely as an anticipated exaggeration.

Indeed you have mastered the rope.
The literacy giants who read your work would smile astonishingly...
The critics would read on with mouth agape..

And the fans..

Yea,they all would be held spell bound.

What then can I say??
One only have to go as far back to my previous comments.
Indeed I was not wrong about the writer..
You will continue to be recognized as your your creative ability becomes even more pronounced.

He nods..

I am proud of you!

Finally, the honourable has decided to grace us with his priceless comments. Thanks for this wonderful comments sire.

Thanks for helping me become this person i never thought i would become.

Dmajor100:
THANKS FOR UPDATE GENERAL DAROUS AFTER U NA U NOBODY FIT TAKE YOUR PLACE,,,,,,,,,,.......................


Pls Can someone remind of the part LEWIS played in this story i cant seem to remember him

Lewis started as d best man. Then he was d one that drove Darous and his unconscious wife to d hospital on the night of d wedding.

Continuation of 147.



I siezed the opportunity to study the look on her face. She appeared to be feeling sorry, but whom the feeling was meant for is what I don't know. Maybe the sorry feeling is for me or herself is the only X missing in that expression-mathecal equation. And me being a dullard in anything maths, there's no way for me to find the X.

She stared at the ceiling again. "so, where is Beatrice now?" She asked after returning her gaze to my face.

This is another moment that needs me to be at my truthful best.

"Beatrice, last time I heard from the D.P.O at Nasarawa, she's still facing her trials..."

"you mean she's under detention?" With a questioning look, she asked.

"probably, yes...hopefully, yes. Gladly, yes. And eternally, I hope it should also be yes too...." I expressed with an amused mind while Joke continued to give me a confused look.

"ahah, whats that? Tell me you don't have a revenge hand in how she got there..."

"will it make me a bad person if I tell you I did...." I asked back.

"I don't know...maybe I will be able to judge better if you tell me everything that happened between you two...."

Another moment of truth. Thank God am in form.

"okay..." I said and leaned forward before I proceeded. "It all started after the incident that happened at the hotel...."

I spent more than twenty minutes to narrate all the incidents that happened between Beatrice and I. How Beatrice involved the deceased Beauty and Pretty, those two ugly agents of the devil in her plan to rapè me to death.
At first, I didn't want to mention the part Jide took in the whole ordeal, but Joke's smart inquisitive nature made me reveal everything masterminded by Jide also.

I was approaching the end of the narration when she asked me to tell her the name of the woman that used apple to drug me before handing me over to Beatrice. I hesitated at first, because I don't want to further damage the memory of her mother but Joke's insistence gave me no choice. I eventually told her that it was Doris, (her mother) and the expression of disappointment that appeared on her face was evidently visible.

Furtherly, I also told her of my encounter with her father while I was working for Beatrice at her drug empire and how he tried to kill me before the tables turned against him and I sucessfully send him and Beatrice to the waiting hands of the law.

At the end of my narration, the first thing I noticed was how Joke started avoiding gaze with me. Whenever our eyes met, she will quickly shift her own look to any other Darous-less thing in the room.
That was when I have that funny hunch that things are going to be better afterall.

I was expecting her to say something after I'd ended my story but she just stood up and paced the room briefly. She suddenly stopped and headed in the direction of the main sitting room. She re-emerged minutes later with a chilled table water and a drinking cup. She served herself and gulped it down steadily. My dried throat and mouth were salivating at merely watching her drink that refreshing liquid but I couldn't bring myself to ask her for water. I might be pushing my luck too hard if I do so. So I just decide to continue enduring the mouthly thirst as long as she continues to quench the sad thirst of my heart with her attention.

Without offerring me the water, she placed the cups and the remaing table water on the small stool beside the glass shelve and returned to her previous seat. She removed her shoes and tossed the pair to one side of the room.

She smiled briefly and stared directly at me.

"what do you want now?....."

"can I get water to drink please?" I asked before I could even stop myself from doing so.

She smiled and pointed to the side of the shelve where the water was placed and said, "get it yourself...." I got up quickly and rushed to get the water but as I stretched my hand forth to get it, she said, "if thats what you want. You can get it and get another thing...."

I paused to think of her intention for saying that, but the burning thirst on my throat far outweighs whatever prank she's pulling. Hence, I picked the table water while neglecting the cup. I drank everything at once to my fill.

I sighed satisfactorily and returned to my seat.

"so, whats the other thing am getting?" I asked with a joking look.

She displayed a funny smirk. "I asked what you want from me and you said water. I asked you to get it and get one other thing...."

"yeees..." I said with a beckoning tone for her to continue.

"now you can get OUT....thats the other thing you are getting here. Get Out!...." She declared authoritatively and I was taken aback. Her face was very mean and deadly. The kind of look I've never seen
on her beautiful face.

The first thought that crossed my mind after she said that was, 'Ah...who say make I drink water...'

I rose up instantly and got on my knees before her. "I....I...am..sorry please...." I pleaded with a frightened mind.

Frightened that I don't want to waste this ample chance.
Frightened that I might have blew my only chance at redemption away.

Frightened of how my life would be if I leave here without getting her back.

Frightened that....

"Darous, wh..." She called but it was the emergence of another person from the door that made her voice to trail off.

I was backing the door. At first, I acted nonchallantly with the thought that the intruder might be Mr Legbegbe the gateman, but when Joke's demeanor changed to a stiffened one, I had to turn around to face the intruder.

To my utter suprise. It was the person I never expected to be there. The person that I thought never knew Joke's house talkless of having the guts to enter without knocking.
I remained in my shockened state as the intruder and I maintained a suprised glare at eachother.

He was claded in his typical cyran puma vest and blue jean trousers. He remained standing at the entrance while I still remained on my knees.

"what...what is this turpitude fool doing here?" The intruder uttered in a suprised tone after getting over the effect of seeing me. "dear?" To my suprise, he called Joke that. "I said, what is this motherforker doing here!?" He thundered with a very loud tone of angst.

My eyes nearly popped out at witnessing the weird thing going on. Firstly, his unchallenged boldness to barge in unannounced. Secondly, the unchallenged 'dear' he just called my wife. And thirdly, his authoritative demand to know whats going on between me and my wife.

No! There has to be an explanation for this. Someone must tell me whats going on before I go crazy.

"is everyone deaf here!?" He lamented again with another ear deafening command tone. "Who let this dunce into this premises?" He pointed at me to reference his statement.

I've had enough. I glanced at my wife and saw a worried look on her face. I took that look as a look of innocence. This intruder might be a pretender for all I care. He has no right to make my wife feel this way.

I rose up instantly and accosted him. I stood boldly in front of him with a deadly look.

"Lewis, what did you just say?" I asked him straight away but the next thing that landed on my right hearing company wasn't the usual words it deals in, rather it was a heavy slap that shattered the hearing company of my body.

I was taken aback. Unable to comprehend what just happened. I spent five seconds in that state of mind.

Then Jealousy gave birth to Furiousity. Within the split of seconds, Furiousity, because of its wayward life impregnated Anger who was also a wh0re and they begot Rage. Rage followed in the footsteps of its mother and before reaching puberty, also gave birth to a Clenched fist. Jealousy became a Great-grandfather when Gritted teeth joined the growing clan.

All these noisy development inside of me collaborated to awake their ancestor, the sleeping Boxing Beast and my whole body was screaming to fight.

A jaw crunching blow was what I first landed on his oblong face before I quickly followed it up with a direct blow to his left cheek in his attempt to dodge.

Lewis staggered back a bit before he regained his stance.

He touched his lips and brought his hand to his faces. He saw blood and he fummed angrily.

"blood!..." He cried out and charged ferociously at me.

Luckily for him, I wasn't planning on prolonging the fight or I might risk killing him. So I just used my eyes to locate his solar plexus.
He was now inches away from getting me so I just dodge aside and sent a direct hook towards where my eyes had located and he fell to the ground.

He groaned painfully and started cursing loudly.

I glanced at Joke, who was all the while watching us. A fumming look appeared on her face.

In no time, Lewis got up and held where my last punch had landed in a firm grip. He gave me a scornful look as if he was scheming something again.

I guessed right. He made to run at me again, but Joke quickly stepped in between us.

He moved to the right side in an attempt to escape her obstruction but Joke motioned the same way.

He did the same to the left but Joke also meant business.

"Dear, let me deal with that certified fool!" He thundered but we both got the shock of the day when Joke gave him a heavy slap on the right cheeks.
"what!" He cried in total disbelief.

"lay a finger on him again and watch what I'll do to you." She declared and moved to one side. She folded her arms across her chest as if expecting Lewis to make a silly move.

Lewis, still in shock, placed his palms on his affected cheeks and simultaneously exchanging looks with both Joke and I.

I on the other hand was approaching cloud nine. The kind of look am seeing on Lewis face is enough to get an addicted masturbator off.

He withdraw his hand and faced my wife.

"please, tell me you are not planning on believing anything this psychotic id!ot has told you."

I felt like retaliating but Joke gesticulated to me to calm down.

"what if I do?..." Joke fired back at him.

"really? Then you are more foolish than I thought."
"eh! Eh! Dude, watch your tongue!..." I threatened when I could no longer tolerate his vulgar words.

"Darous, leave him." Joke said to me with the gesture of her hand. She motioned closer to Lewis and stood in front of the latter. "how does me being a fool affects any of your business....?!"

Lewis scoffed at her. "remember I was the one that stood by your side, when this fool that impregnated your mother ran away after abandoining you to die on your wedding night?..."

I bowed down my head in shame after he said that. I thought he doesn't know about my past but apparently I was wrong.

"remember, how he failed to tell the truth to you even when doing so could have saved a life? I stood by you when this idiot ran away. I kept it a secret. I lied for you even when it goes against everything I ever stood for...." He paused and sniffed in. "Adejoke, you don't deserve this guy. He's not good for you. Taking him back wouldn't hurt you alone. It will hurt me and your sister too. Remember that taking him back will render all the pains and sacrifices you've made usele...."

"ENOUGH!..." Joke voiced out and I had to raise up my head.

"Joke, don't be a fool like this guy...."

"I said thats ENOUGH!" She declared again. Lewis wanted to talk but he kept shut and bit his lower lips. "whether I take him back or not is no one's business. I don't care what you, or my sister thinks of my decision. Darous is a part of my life. He has been there for me before in the past when I don't know you...."

Please, someone should tell me this is not a dream.

"truly, he did some horrible things in the past. But tell me dear Lewis, are you really a saint? Just like you just portrayed yourself to be? Tell me, who hasn't done one or two horrible things before? Things we never wished to see the light of the day? Tell me now! Including you yourself...." She said with an accusing finger pointed at Lewis.

"me? What horrible thing? Except being there for a fool like you?" He expressed angrily.

I was expecting Joke to get instantly mad at him but I was wrong. She smiled and said, "am a fool right?"

"yes! A big one at that. Taking back this idiot here? I can't believe this is happening..."

"can I tell you the two reasons why am going to take him back?" She waited for his reply but got none. I on the other hand, I can't quite explain or put into proper words, how I was feeling at that moment. Except unless I break some grammatical rules.

"first, he's the only man I ever loved. Get that into your thick head. Secondly, he has confessed all his sins and mistakes. He has also made me see things from another angle and right now, I can't blame him for the past...thats just it.." She ended conclusively.

"hmmm....well, you can come up with a thousand reasons or million excuses, but one thing I know is, only a destined fool would take the words concorted by this idiot into consideration...." Lewis said with a visibly frustrated tone and I can't help but wonder what he's really up to.

"you keep calling me a fool?" Joke said. "then let me show you how foolish I am...maybe my words are not enough to convince you...."

The next thing I knew was Joke approaching me. She got to my front and stopped. She took a side glance at Lewis and made a sinister smile while the latter continued to watch with angry eyes.

Joke caught me offguard when she quickly wrapped her arms across my neck. Her breath that was so close to me took my own breath away. I never imagined having her so close to me. Atleast not today. Not tomorrow or two weeks to come. But there I stood motionlessly, with her boobs pressed tightly against my chest in the presence of Lewis.

"Darous my Husband...." Joke said while staring directly at my face and her arms still on my neck. Hearing her call me her Husband is enough to ignite the passion to cry within me. It was so acutely romantic. "I will never let our past stand in the way of my love for you. Am happy to be your stepdaughter, your son's elder sister and most importantly, to be your eternal companion. You are my life, my joy, my man and my everything. I can't love another." She ended amorously just before her soft lips engulfed mine.


I couldn't move, breath or think for more than five seconds as she continued to suck my lips. My brain was still finding it hard to differentiate between dream and reality.

Could this be dream? Maybe am still inside that No money, you don die hospital. And Doctor Busari has given me another ten hours sedative. Ah, if thats the case, doctor Busari don die when I wake up.

Or is this real? Someone should tell me this is real.

I said all that mentally as Joke continued to chew my lips. Gradually, I started reciprocating slowly while Joke continue to set the tempo.

"you disgust me!" Lewis uttered very close in a tone that depicts jealousy than anger.

Joke stopped the kiss and poke out her tongue at him.

"enjoy your wretched marriage." Lewis said and walked out on us.


Thank God! Am MARRIED AGAIN!


TBC

147. COUNTLESS.


The ceiling fan, when served with its proper food called - Electricity, has never failed in its task to eliminate heat from its enclosed environment. But just incase there is a situation whereby the ceiling fan will find it difficult to carry out its task,(as in eliminating heat) hence technology - who is the mother of all inventions, gave birth to Air Condition - whose initials are A.C, to help in making that job of heat eradication very easy.

Apparently on this sunday, inside the pre-sit of Adejoke's cottage, both the ceiling fan and its younger brother called A.C, were utterly rendered inefficient as the heat of guilt and fear that was burning ravagely inside of me (as Joke's face remained locked with mine) refused to die.

My wife stood transfixed with shock as I continue to tremble before her.

Though she wasn't wearing any heavy make up, her appearance still remained beautiful as ever - except a new little scar that stands as a dent on the side of her forehead. She was claded in a stylish ankara top and iro-skirt or whatever ladies call it.
Those cute eyes of hers were just performing an opening and closing work in replica to that of a bulb getting voltage from a malfunctioning Tiger generator.

I was stupefied by merely exchanging looks with her. My hands were shaking and my legs seems to be getting tired of carrying my whole weight the longer I remaing standing.

Gradually, water started assembling in her eyes. Before the assembling water in her eyes could start singing the national anthem of cry, I quickly shifted my gaze away from her and settled it on the marbled floor.

If exchanging looks at her alone could make me feel this level of tension, I can't imagine what exchanging words with her would do.

"is...is....is this...this real..ly really....you.? Darous....?" That was the first statement she managed to stammer out after she got over the shock of seeing me.

Her voice was soft and cool as ever but hearing it again made it sent cold shivers down the asphalt of my spine. I took some steps back away from her, and it wasn't until my back collided against the wall that I realized the need to stop.

She started approaching me with slow steps.

"Joke...please...don't...don't come near me..." I cried out of fear at her but she ignored it and continued in her tracks.

"Darous...Darous...." She continued calling my name as each step she took further sends more fear to my body. She got to my front and I nearly froze out when she used her right hand to touch my jaw. She lifted my jaw up so she could have a clearer view of my beards and hair covered face. Thats one thing I dreaded most. Having my eyes on hers is the last thing I want at that moment, hence I suddenly dropped to the floor on my knees.

"I...I..." I fumbled incoherently for more than ten seconds as I was unable to say anything.

She got in a squatting position and held my shoulders in a firm grip.

"Da...rous.." She called again with a shaking voice, and it was then that I noticed the tears that were dropping to the floor from both our eyes.

Moments of silent sobbings followed before I found a little confidence to talk. "Joke..." I stuttered out. I paused and looked up, trying to find the perfect way to start. She followed my gaze with her eyes while expecting me to say something.

I sniffed back the liquid mucus that was trying to escape my nose before I returned my gaze to the floor. "There's really nothing I can say...that will...make you...you forgive me...but....but...I just...just want to say..." I paused and looked straight into her teary eyes. Her eyes and face, covered in the mixture of sweat and tears, was a painful sight to behold for me. It shook my heart like a dagger to see her face like this. The last time she has this kind of look was the day her mother's coffin was being lowered to the ground below. I'd vowed within myself on that day that I would do all my best to make sure such heartbreaking expression never appear on her face again. But how bad I am at keeping such promises.

I could no longer withstand the sight of her face again. "am so...so...sorry...Joke....." I finally said amid sobs and total sadness as my eyes regained contact with the floor. "am sorry...for...being your pain..." I continued with a weak voice. "am...sorry for bringing nothing but pain to you....am sorry...for being the opposite of joy to your life..."

"Darous...." She called with a soft voice and I felt her left hand on my right shoulder. I managed to look at her. Her lips were shaking and the tears coming from her eyes were still dropping. I couldn't bear looking at her for long because my heart was always bleeding with guilt each time I do. "Darous...look at me...." She said to me but I didn't comply. "Darous, please tell me, do I...do...I..." Her voice trailed off and the next thing that followed was a loud scream of anguish that sent a deafening echo across the room before her knees eventually connected with the floor.

Then she started crying out loud. She was wailing uncontrollably and shaking at the same time.

I casted a brief glance at her face again and my heart was shattered from the effect of seeing her in such a terrible state.
Each time she hiccups in her cries, a new level of extreme pain will sweep over my heart and before I knew it, my body was lying face flat on the floor enclosed in grief and deep sobs.

These actions from both of us went on for more than twenty minutes before it started to subside gradually. What was now left is the ocassional sniffs and hiccups from both of us.

"ah! God!..." She lamented in an evidently strained voice. She took in a long sniff and wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand. She then glanced briefly at the wall beside her. I watched with a side glance from the floor as she crawled on her knees to the wall on the right side. She sat beside the sub-woofer of the home theater on the marbled floor and rested her back against the wall.

She brought her knees close to her chest and wrapped her hands around its circumference. She then buried her head in between the inner edges of her knees.

Different types of thoughts were going through my head right there as my body remained in contact with the floor.

Apart from the callings of my name and the cries, she is yet to show any hint as to what she's really feeling towards me. Therefore, I didn't know what next to do. Maybe to let her be or to approach her.

How I wish my therapist was here, she would have shown me the best way to handle this situation. Meanwhile, in her absence, there's still one thing I can make use of from the memories of our time together. Its to remember some of the things we have discussed during our sessions.

Firstly, I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I sat upright and breathe in deep again. I closed my eyes and started eliminating the random un-useful thoughts running through my mind.

Secondly, I realised that I musn't force her into forgiving me or doing anything. Its not really necessary that she forgives me immediately on that day. Forgiveness is a gradual process which can only commence when the broken heart is healed. Again, putting her own mother's (Doris) usual quote into use, 'patience is a great virtue'.

Based on the above stated statements, without giving her another look, I got up to my feet, dusted my rumpled shirt and restraightened my trousers. I coughed gently to get her attention. She didn't look up but she acknowledge my gesture by shaking her head slowly.

I placed my right hand inside the palms of my left and begin to talk. "I came here to tell you how deeply sorry I am for all the pains I've brought to you and your family. I didn't come here with the intent of causing you more pains, infact, my initial intention is to beg for your forgiveness even though I know I don't deserve any atom of it. But right now, I can't bear to see you in sadness because of my appearance.
I know your sister must have told you a lot about me...while most of it were true, I only ask that you give me a chance to confess to you myself. Apparently as it stands now, that can't happen today anymore. Maybe I'll come back some days when your anger and hatred towards me have fade away. I just hope the guilty feeling inside of me will not reconnect me with depression and I start trying to kill myself again..." I laid emphasis on the last word before pausing a bit. I then sighed out and continued. "Till when we see again, I leave you in peace Joke, as you remain the only woman that has shown my heart how to love." I ended conclusively and waited for her to react to it while her head still remain buried on her knees.

Five seconds, ten seconds and twenty seconds passed away, still no reaction from her and I was starting to think she won't reply my statement. It wasn't until when thirty seconds was preparing the funeral ceremony of the previously passed away seconds that my wife eventually looked up at me.

Her eyes was plain red due to the effects of the emotional cries we had earlier. Dried traces of tears could be visibly seen on the surface of her cheeks.

I stared at her in anticipation of hearing her reply for some seconds before I decided its time to go.

I turned around and took some steps forward and got to the door. I placed my hand on the handle and opened the door.

I glanced back again and saw her still watching me but not doing anything else.

I placed a foot closer to the exit and motioned to proceed, but it was her voice that stopped me.

"tell me something...." She said and paused to get my attention. Getting it, she continued. "are you really sincere about being a changed man?" She gave me an awkward look after asking that question.

"yes ofcos..." I replied her eagerly even though I don't remember telling her that.

"then tell me the truth about everything that happened between you and my mum, you and that crazy woman that destroyed my marriage and other things I deserve to know? Can you?..."

She stated with an expressive questioning gesture.

I smiled sheepishly after she said that. I couldn't believe it at first. Its obvious she's not really that mad at me. The Joke I knew wouldn't have hesitated in sending me out if its the contrary.

Thank Gawd, everything is going in accordance with how my therapist has envisaged it.

I closed the door and retraced my steps back to the room. I settled on the sofa directly opposite her position and bent my neck forward.

I took a long look into her eyes and realised that she really wants to know the truth. Gladly, the more I looked at her, the more the confidence to face her continues to grow within me.

"where should I start?" I asked myself loudly but she thought I was talking to her and she talked back.

"start wherever you want. Just make sure you give me a little respect by telling me the truth this time around, or you should just stop wasting my time and get out if you're planning otherwisely..." She warned outrightly in a standard tone in replica to the one she used on the night of our wedding before things got ugly.

In order to avoid history repeating itself, I concluded mentally to pour it all out and damn the consequences. In the words of my therapist, 'truth is like a lion. I don't have to defend it. All I need is to release it and watch how it will defend itself.'.

With that thought and determination, I said, "okay..." I paused to cough out the little fear remaining inside me and gently began to talk in a soft voice while she gave me her rapt attention.

"first, I must tell you that, most of the things I did in the past are the results of my cravings for the opposite sex. My sexual proclivity. I don't use to think with my sense whenever a vagina is involved. More reason why I'm regretting ever being that man...."

"noted. Can you please tell me how you ended up sleeping with my mum?" Again, with a frank tone, she blurted out. Its obvious she's not interested in anything except the detailed truth, apparently, its the only delicacy I have to offer at that moment.

"it all started on the night your father was beating your mum and I had to interfere. When you were still living the life of a crippled girl. Your mum came to me after your father had left and told me that I should help her get a male child at all cost. She claimed her inability to get a male child was the reason why your father hated her and why the marriage went south."

"she really said that?" She asked with a sceptical look.

"I swear with my life...." I lamented oath-ingly.

"okay...noted...continue." She gestured with her hand.

"so, being a foolish idiot, I was blinded by my cravings for sex and I succumbed to her request without considering the future consequences...."

"you mean you started having sex with my mum right from that day?"

I swallowed hard when I saw the look that followed her statement.

"erm...yes...but not everyday o... Sometimes six days in one week...." I'd already completed the statement before realising the STEWpidity in saying it.

"and all these went on for how many years?" She asked again before re-wrapping her hands across her folded knees.

"erm...before...before she got what she was looking for..."

"you mean when she got pregnant?"

"Mhmm, yes..." I answered with a disrupted voice.

I was expecting her to flare up at that moment but to my suprise, she just scoffed and kept quiet.

"so, that was how I became the father of Chris."

She laughed gently at that and maintained a fixed gaze on my face.
"and I become your stepdaughter." She said with a tone that portrays a glaring sarcasm.

"huh...regrettably, yes..."

"okay.. Continue...." She paused briefly before adding "please continue, Daaaaad." She emphasised on the last word.

"what?" I said with a confused expression.

"ahah, come-on. You are my Dad now... Don't deny it. Just continue."

She stated all that in a manner that makes it very difficult to argue with her.

I shook my head and shifted my cheeks to one side before I continued.

"so, thats about your mum...."

"you mean the mother of your child..." She chipped in sarcastically again.

I only shot her a scared look. "hmm...well...." I shrugged and continued. "so, about Chioma...."

"pardon?" She raised a questioning brow at me.

"I mean the lady you saw on our wedding day..."

"okay... Chioma is her name right?"

"yeap..."

"okay...go on."

"Chioma, if not for her, my life wouldn't have been so messed up right now." I uttered in a visibly sadened tone.

"tell me about it..."

"I met her at a hotel where she was working at the time. I had attended the event held there as an escort of Beatrice my sugar mum...."

"you have a sugar mum?" She asked with a suprised look.

"not have...had...its a past event Joke... I don't do that anymore. Am a changed...."

"I've heard..." She cuts in. "I've heard...please continue." She stretched her legs on the floor and used her hands to shift her rolled up skirt to her knees. I let her finish before I continued."Chioma was used by another woman at the event to destroy my relationship with Beatrice because the other woman wants to have me as her sugar boy. They succeeded in ending my relationship with Beatrice and the thing that pained me most is the money that she made me lose...So in my attempt to get revenge at Chioma, she used her diabolic brain to help me open another source of income through A....."

"wait..." She cuts in with a confused expression. "you wanted to get revenge on her for destroying your relationship with Beatrice and she ended up with getting another source of income for you..?"

"yeees..." I answered absentmindedly as I was still trying to figure out what she was driving at.

"why seek revenge in the first place when you can just forget about the whole thing....?"

"hmmm..."

A moment of silence followed. I was lost on how best to answer her question. Neither me nor my Therapist, during our mental preparatory sessions, ever envisaged this type of question from her.

I was still fumbling for what to say when the ringing of her phone disrupted the moment. She picked the call after hesitating for a while. She spoke with the person briefly and ended the call. She dropped the phone beside her and returned her full focus back to my face.

"you haven't answered me yet..." She reminded in a daring tone.

Thankfully, the call she received had given enough time for my brain to come up with a sincere answer.

"honestly, I wouldn't have done that... I wouldn't have seek for revenge but it was a friend of mine that arranged the Beatrice deal for me. And part of our agreement was about the money I was expecting from Beatrice." I explained.

She pondered on my words briefly, then cast me a skeptical look. "why didn't you explain to your friend?" She probed again.

"ah! Explain ke? Hnnn, the only explanation my friend understands is the one that starts with 'TAKE THIS' and ends with 'MONEY'. My friend don't joke with money..."

"who is this your friend? Do I know him?" She questioned with a narrowed look at me.

"ofcos you do. Am talking of Jide."

She suddenly rose up on her feet as a shockened look appeared on her face. She quickly located a seat inside the sofa by my right and settled on it. "wait Darous...you are driving me crazy please... Is it the same Jide that knocked you to the ground with his car on the day you were threatening me to marry you or..."

I didn't let her finish before I quickly cut in.
"yes...he's a childhood friend of mine..."

"GEEEZ..." She mumbled.

"and what you witnessed on that day was nothing but a charade. It was part of my desperate attempt to get you back...."

"you did all that?" She asked with a furrowed brow.

"yes...all because of the love I...."

"continue...." She cuts in. "how did Chioma arranged you with Adedoyin your...." She suddenly stopped.

At first, I was expecting her to continue but she just shot me a wide look and it was then that the last thing she said replayed in my mind. I was suprised to hear her mention Adedoyin.

"what? How did you know about Adedoyin?" I asked curiously. Because I don't remember mentioning Adedoyin's name since our discussion began.

"urm...." She fumbled. "I saw one of your journals when I was still staying at your mansion. The name Adedoyin was always at the center of every important details. Even some vital documents that I saw in the house were also formerly in that name....So that makes me think she's the one Chioma arranged for you."

I sighed deeply. I tried to remember if I keep any journal at home but couldn't remember doing so. I tried again to come up with anything viable to back up her words but it was a futile effort. I gave up and concluded that she must be right. To me, there's no other way she could have known about Adedoyin except through the medium she claimed.

"so, how did your relationship with Adedoyin played out?" Her voice expelled me out of school of thoughts.

"we got married. Although the marriage, I later learnt wasn't authentic...And that was after she died....and before you asked who killed her, Chioma did."

She gave me a curious look and scoffed. "How did she do it?"

"ah! Thats a long story...."

"we've got the whole time in the world to talk...." She said defiantly.

"okay..." I finally said and begin to narrate. I took my time to explain to her in full details, how Chioma killed Adedoyin, how she took some pictures to blackmail me and all other atrocities. The drugs involved, how she mischieviously handled Adedoyin's lawyer and other things that could make her pity me.

By the time I was done narrating all these to her, I'd sucessfully changed her perception of me. Going by the sober and silent look on her face, I was able to conclude that she now see's me as a victim in most of the things that has happened in the past.

She buried her head inside her palms and was silent for some moments.

"hmmm, this is so deep..." She mumbled out after she raised her head up. She shook her head and sighed.

Updating tomorrow famz. Its been God all the while. Thanx 4 being Loyal.

lambotee:
Best of all Time… More grace to your PEN

Thank you very much sire...

jarur2002:
This is superb.... Am proud to be a Nigerian and am glad you are.... Keep up the good works you are a brainer cos this is a season movie with surplus episodes

Thanks for being a Nigerian sir.. I app ur presence here

victvames:
I guess TheBlessedMan must have noticed by now that this guy (victvames) is always viewing this trend. Yea i started reading this master piece some days back after the rigorous hype by other readers/fans. Now i understand that its worth every good thing being said about this story.

I wanna say a vey big congratulations Mr. BlessedMan, you have done well. Feel free to feel proud of yourself, 'coz I'm proud of you.

Remain Blessed

Finally decide to bless us with your comment sir. We gratefully appreciate every word you typed sir.. Thanks alot

Basseyobasiota:
The Blessed Man...na ya story fuel the breakup with my girl friend...after 22 years of dating....she dey complain say ah no get her time....we dey sleep for the same bed day break....i dey prefare to the read ya story (COUNTLESS)..than to look her.....now she don vex breakup with me...she say make ah go continue dey read ya story..since the story sweet pass her....TBM....ahbeg ah take God name beg you....my 22 years old relationship gone...bcus of COUNTLESS....now instead of you to the update us quick....u no gree....hmmm...if i vex i go command shango to send thunder make e fire una church generator so dat e go off when u come give Testimony.....incase you forget....na me be shango second son!

Boss, are yu for real? Come-on, tell me its a thunderous joke ooooooooooooooooooooo, that your gf broke up with u?.
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I'll update as soon as i can..no vex brother, or abi na papa self, cos your 22years old relationship is almost older than me oo

menwongo:

Am still very much around sir. You are just doing the needful, God's grace be unto you

it gives my heart so much delight to hear frm u sir. Much admiration ah gat 4 u sir.

Dmajor100:
Darous baba when should we be expecting ur next update because i can fit die for this suspense wey u keep us so

very soonest brother mi. Am updating

SmartestPopQUEEN:
Can't believe this! I can't even come up with the proper words to describe yhur writing talent anymore. All I can say is GENIUS.... Which even still feels like a total understatement...

thesmartestpopqueen. The one and only Matilda's mother of Nl. I wil 4eva remain, and stagnantly impregnated indebted to your highness. Thanx 4 alway being here.

DIMIZZY1:
Iffa no comment na watin ah gain? TBM has been awesome and this last episode is so so so so suspenseful, interestful and duper cool.. God bless u TBM, we'll not 4get what u're doing 4 us

Apparently, I'll equally never forget having people like you on Countless... I cherish your presence sire. It means a whole lot.*modified

adamsbadoo:
awesome...mehn, i Love TBM... but wait, no homo ooo

You love Tbm? Hope its not wat am thinking sha? By the way, where is my own cake na? Mr birthday ?

PrinceOFprince:
Talent at its peak. U ar d best man.

Thanks to u sire, i take pleasure in reading your comments. Thank u sire.


By the way, am missing Menwongo and Calmbabadee

Flakins:
This 1 na wicked suspense. A konk one. Tbm remains the best writer on this forum.

Wicked suspense don dey trend oooo

iamnavy1:
Cool one

Thanks bro...

Socialsunny14:
As a Son of thunder, fainting is not ur portion

Darous is allergic to faintness ooooooooooooooooooooo

ChizzyMaris:
I can't wait for the next episode, damn! well done TheBlessedMan

mummy, ahswear, i don over miss your comments ma.. Where art thou been since all dis while ?

adeife19:
baba why i just dey fall inlove with this story why why even if i dey untop toto make i just hear say blessed man done update another gbedu the kind race way i go run leave toto come read the update he go be like how prison way run comot for prison
I just love this story abi you dey use charm on us,well this story nah number one interesting story for nairaland i mean number one,no story for this nairaland fit compete
Baba i just dey hail ur handwork jare

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha furking hilarious ooooooooooooooooooooo

MichaelBlake40:
TheBlessedMan pls don't give us this type of suspense shebi you know that this tori don dey end

Will update these days, trust me

Chijenn:
What kind of suspense is this nau Anyways thanks Tmb Always having a great update

May your brother soul RIP

Thanks to u sire, i app it

pFolar:
Wicked suspense. Very wicked one. Cruel wicked suspense. Devilish suspense. I hate suspense. U left us hanging on a tiny thread Tbm. JOKE at last.. Thanq 4 d awesome updhate. Rip @ur Olaniran.

Hey bae, thanks for this, u are mouthed

mikaelangelov:
Nice piece TBM, if this your story na song e dey stick for my body like tattoo


awesome I'd say

please when are we to expect the next part

Soonest sire...

wagazala:
TBM being TBM....Hats off bro. Can't find the words but God bless you real good.

Another genesistical reader of Countless that i've missed a lot..Thanks for showing up sir

dawno2008:
Stand-up for the man wey sabi jooor I'm speechless walahi talahi You be oga boss RESPECT

Thanks man... Its highly appreciated

ftosino:
this is the most mind-blowing suspensefilled episode,. TBM are you from this world
ah doubt it, You're just Amazing

Lols....ofcos, am not from this world..but am a Nigerian... Hence , every Nigerians are not from this planet.

TemiGURL:
Evn in ur lowest moment, you still find the skills to cum up with a brilliant, suspense-filled update like this one. No wonder you are on a league of your own. Am glad to be part of this historic moment on Nairaland.

My lady, am always thrilled beyond words whenever i see your comment. Anoda Adesina12 of countless, only except the female version.