THE PRODIGAL SON - Episode 14

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - the foam in the self-content apartment, was afraid of going back to Lagos, rapists terrorizing our neighbourbood, his mother’s domestic assistants, Ceddi Plaza, a grand shopping and entertainment plaza, her curves and edges, Ice Cream Cake, time she ate the cake.


Osun State University
On the foam in the self-content apartment, lay Michael lay down with his phone to his ear and his face in layers of frown. “Shouldn’t you have called to at least ask after your sister, Michael?! What on earth have you become? Sometimes I wonder if nurses switched my baby with another. I don’t know who you are or where you are from. I doubt you are my son!!! I called my driver and the gate man, they said you sent them home. Who asked you to do that, Michael?!” Michael’s mother, Mrs. Adedeji queried.

“Since you and daddy are not around I decided to ask them to go spend some time with their families…” His mother cut him off, “You are mad!! Michael you are insane!! Why would I then send you money to pay them if I wanted them sacked? Have you paid them since I and your father traveled?” she asked, breathing hard. Michael could tell she was in a foul mood. He chose his words carefully as he replied her. “I am at school right now. I just finished with registration and lectures have started. I will go back to Lagos in a few days so I can pay them,” he lied, knowing he was afraid of going back to Lagos.

“I want all my domestic staff paid today! They have families to cater for. Are there no banks in Osun State? Use their bank accounts to pay them please. I want it done today!!!” “Yes ma, I will.” “I hope you have not spent the money I sent to you on girls? If you have, please go and commit suicide before I get back! I have heard rumours of clubbing and partying in my house! For your sake, I hope they are lies. I hope you are not one of the rapists terrorizing our neighbourbood. Someone called your sister from Lagos with news of some young men raping girls for fun. Are you one of them, Michael?”

“How can you say that about me mum?” “I don’t trust you! There are too many demons inside your head! When I get back and find out if any of the rumours are true, I will kill you and explain to your dad later!” The telephone line went dead.

“Mtcheew!! I know it must be that food vendor who told her about the party. I swear, I will deal with her daughter when I get back to Lagos,” Michael spat in anger to no one. He went through his phone, checking the credit alerts he had received in the past few days to know if his account balance could pay his mother’s domestic assistants. There was still enough money in his account. “Phew! This means I won’t be able to spoil Suzan like I had planned. Why can’t those domestic assistants wait till my parents get back? Look at how much I will part with right now,” he grumbled as he stood to his feet.

He rummaged through his bag for the note containing the bank account details of his mother’s domestic assistants. He slipped into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and left his room. Outside, he ran into Deji and Tosin. “Where are you going to, Michael?” Deji asked with glee in his voice. “I have been waiting for you guys for hours now. What kept you from coming around since?” Michael asked. Deji began to smile. He seemed rapturous. “What? I know what that look means Deji,” Michael said. Drawing nearer to Deji, he whispered, “You have found a new babe. Tell me about her.”

“We found brand new babes. Michael, you need to see these babes. They are purely out of this world,” Tosin said, his voice filled with pleasure. “I want to hear it all. What level are they in? Tell me everything guys,” Michael said impatiently. “Where are you going? Let’s go inside the house,” Deji said still beaming with a smile. “My mother called. She was spewing fire. I want to go pay her domestic assistants. Imagine, all the money I wanted to use and spoil babes will be paid to those paupers. The worst part is that they are not even working for her right now; only the gate man goes to the house these days and does nothing,” Michael said.

“Make sure you buy cooking utensils before the money finishes, Michael. The girls will come over to cook for us this weekend… tell us, how did it go with the girl at the restaurant?” asked Deji. “We are friends now. I can’t say we are much more than that. However, she scared the shit out of me. She warned me to admire her only from a distance. She sounded like she was part of an occult group or was in a relationship with some evil guy… I know she likes me. It’s only a matter of time before she comes to see it. I can’t wait to have her all to myself,” Michael explained. “If she warned you, I think you should be careful. After what happened in Lagos, there are some things I can’t do anymore,” Tosin cautioned. “Tosin is right, you know. If she warned you, it’s better you take things easy with her or find another babe. It’s about time we got into less troubles,” Deji stressed. Some minutes later, the three of them got on two bikes and rode off to Michael’s bank.

Abuja, Ceddi Plaza
A taxi drove into the parking lot of Ceddi Plaza, a grand shopping and entertainment plaza. A few seconds later, Candy stepped out of the taxi, sporting a Vionnet two-piece striped set, with scarlet red accents. Her red beret and clutch topped off her look perfectly. She was so stunning in her look, that one would have mistaken her for being five years ahead of her age. She was awesome in her look; her curves and edges were well highlighted by her outfit. After her brush with rape in Lagos, she was determined to make changes in her lifestyle and live with a purpose bigger than those which drove her down to Lagos. Conscious of a masculine pair of eyes stabbing into her body, she picked her steps with panache as she headed into the plaza. She had come to buy a few things, wind out and see a movie.

“Yea! I am glad I remembered,” she said to herself. She was going to try out the rave in town, Banana Chocolate Caramel Ice Cream Cake. Her sister Joy had come here with her friends and ate it; since then, no one had heard a word at home. She quickened her pace, her eyes darting about for the confectionary shop. “I must eat it this evening and buy one for mom,” she thought aloud. Three minutes later she was on a queue, waiting to buy the cake which had become the biggest food fad around. She could still feel that pair of eyes gawking at her. Slowly she turned and scanned around. Many guys were looking her way. She could not tell which one in particular was devouring her body with his eyes.

“Can I have two please… but I will eat one here and later return to take one home with me when I am done here. Will you be open till 8:00 pm?” she asked the sales girl who looked more like a model than a sales girl. “We are open till 11:00 pm,” said the sales girl. “Good! I will be through here by 8:00 pm.” Candy paid for the cakes. She took one and found herself a table to sit down and enjoy the delicacy. On her way to the table, she was salivating. The aroma of the cake alone was worth the rave about it. When she buried her teeth into the cake, her eyes rolled up in pleasure on their own. The taste was supper. Carefully she chewed the chunk in her mouth, savouring the taste of it. Then he approached her. Candy’s eyes were shut. When she opened them for another bite of the cake, her heart palpitated at the sight of the him.

He was out of this world and looked angelic.

“God please, let him not ask me out,” she prayed in her heart.

For a few seconds her mind ran amok with thoughts, as her eyes fastened on him.

“Do you mind if I share the table with you?” he asked. Candy’s feminine pride kicked in. I think I am making it easy for him…let’s make him sweat a bit, she thought to herself. “I think there are other tables you can sit at here. I like to eat my cake sitting alone,” she said. “And I will like to watch you while you eat it,” he said dragging out a seat. He won’t let her shoo him off. Candy felt her heart beat rhythmically as he sat down gazing upon her. Rallying all her strength, she ignored him and turned her attention back to the cake. For the length of time she ate the cake, he said nothing. He only looked at her with a smile on his face. That ruffled Candy a lot.

It was one thing to be admired from a distance and entirely a different experience to be ogled at from close range. What in God’s world does he want with me? I am going to bail out of here if he doesn’t say a word now, she thought.
 
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