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The Hideout
Deji stood outside banging on the door desperately. In fear his eye darted about in the dark. He just could not explain why it had taken long for their local friend, Idowu to open the door to him. When the door finally cracked open, he barged into the house, happy to be away from prying eyes outside.

“Why did it take you that long to open the door to me?” Deji asked as he studied Idowu curiously. “I had to make sure that there was no one following. I heard that there was shooting around your hostel. Had to make sure I wasn’t opening door to my own death,” Idowu explained.

“Someone wants Michael dead. It must be Mujib. I think if Pelumi had not reached us in time, maybe all three of us would have been dead by now…” “Where is Michael now?” Idowu interjected. “I have no clue. He and Lanre ran out of the house before me. I hope they are safe. I heard people saying that someone had been killed. I hope that person is not Michael or Lanre. There were shootings ahead of me…the scary thing was that it was in the direction Michael and Lanre ran to.” “Have you tried any of their phone numbers since then?”

Deji looked at Idowu in a manner that showed just how scared he was, and then nodded his head to indicate he had not called his friends. Idowu turned on the light in his room to find his phone. As if on cue, his phone began to ring. It was a local friend of his. “Egbon, wetin dey happen for town?” Idowu asked. “Idowu I heard they have killed two of your friends.” “Which of my friends?” Idowu asked, fear choking out his breath. “The ones who come to crash in your house. People saw them being chased through the street by cultists before they were shot dead.”

“Are you sure of this?” “Yes na! Their bodies are lying on the street.” That piece of news left Idowu shaken. His mouth hung so wide that a locomotive train could have passed it through easily. The beeping sound of his phone indicated that his friend had hung up. “What did your friend say?” Deji asked in a very low tone as though his voice would give him away if he raised it a little. “According to my friend, Michael and Lanre have been killed…” “No! That can’t be true!” Deji shouted loudly, in spite of his fear.

“What is the name of that guy who helped Michael? I think you need to call him now. I am really scared. I am scared Deji. Please call him and tell him Michael has been killed.” Deji was in so much shock, however, he managed to reach for his phone. His hand shook terribly and his phone dropped to the floor. From the corners of his eyes, tears broke out. Breathing heavily, he tried to control himself.

Picking his phone up again, Deji managed to place a call to Dekunle. “Dekunle, have you heard?” “What is it Deji?” “Lanre and Michael have been shot dead…I think Mujib and his boys killed them,” Deji said crying. “Where are you now?” “I am hiding in some village.” “Stay right there until I tell you to leave.” “Okay, I will try.” With that, the call ended.

Abuja, Candy’s Parents Home
Candy’s mother stood by the door smiling. As they drew closer, she swung the door widely open. Carefully Felix took measured steps as he entered the living room. It had taken much persuasion from Candy for him to go see her mother. “You are welcome,” Candy’s mother said, hugging him. Her warmness and smile quickly won Felix over.

Her demeanor somehow knocked out the tension in his heart. Shortly after he installed himself in one of the comfy sofas in the living room, Candy’s mom served him a cup of cold fruit drink. Next to him was Candy smiling. Leaning closer, Felix whispered, “Your mother is a darling…she can pass for a beauty queen.” Candy smiled while thinking, only if you had met her weeks ago.

“I hope my request to see the man who has left my daughter flying without wings has not got in the way of your schedule,” Candy’s mother inquired, still keeping that warm smile on her face. “No ma’am. I am really glad to meet the woman from whom Candy took her jaw-dropping beauty,” Felix replied, feeling a bit more relaxed. “I was a head turner when I was Candy’s age. I am certain my looks broke many a man’s neck back then. Her grandmother, from whom we took our looks, could have rivaled any beauty queen with her beauty in her hay days…Joy! Where are you? Bring the pictures of your grandmother please!” she called out.

In a jiffy Joy ran into the living room with an old photo album. She was happy to use that opportunity to get a better look at Felix. Candy had been literally glowing since they began to date.

Candy took the photo album from her and handed it to Felix. One look at the photos in the album, Felix exclaimed, “Oh my God! This is not possible…” He lifted his head to look at Candy and her mother and continued, “This is real African beauty! In today’s world such beauty would have made headlines. Really I am impressed ma’am.” “Thanks for your compliments,” Candy’s mom said grinning.

A few minutes passed in which Felix was allowed to take in the raw beauty contained in the photo album he was given.

“I know your name is Felix Simon, and that you are from Rivers State. However, I would like to know much more about you… You know it is my duty as mother.” With that said Candy’s mother got down to the business drilling her daughter’s prince in shining armour.

Though her voice was not harsh, still Felix got the impression that they had left the pleasantries and empty words about the beauty his hosts were endowed with. “I am twenty-six years old and a graduate of Computer Science from University of Abuja. I am the fourth born in a family of six children. We are avid Christians. My parents and siblings are living here in Abuja.” Felix explained. “Okay, that’s nice. Candy mentioned you are working.” “Yes, I work with Ceplon as a Software Developer and tutor.” “I can see why Candy fell for you; you really are a charming young man…” Felix blushed. “…I hope you know Candy is just Seventeen years. There are just some things I don’t want her involved in at this age…” “I am seventeen years, eleven months, two weeks and four days old. I am just a week, three days and six hours away from my eighteenth birthday. You can say I am eighteen years old already,” Candy interjected, smiling.

“Oh! I see you have been counting. Nonetheless, there are somethings I don’t want you to get involved right now; and they are clubbing, sleeping over at Felix’s house and most of all, sex… Felix I will kill you if you ever touch my baby girl. Did you hear me?” Felix nodded with grave expression on his face. “Actually, I should have sent you home and ask you to come back when Candy turns eighteen years…” “That will be just a week, three days and six hours away. Felix can afford to wait that long,” Candy said mischievously. “I know that Candy. I did not explore that option because I do not want you two think of me as a kill-joy. I want to be kept in the loop of everything you two do in this relationship, okay?”

“I am with you on that mom, but you have to promise not to be too overbearing; that might spook out my prince in shining armour,” Candy pointed out, winking humorously at her mother. “Okay, I see. When I begin to push far beyond my bounds, I will be happy for the two of you to let me. I hope you understand my position Felix. I have a young daughter to parent. When you become a father you will understand better.” “I understand your conditions quite well, ma’am. I love Candy, and all I want for her is to be the man of her dream. I hope I will be able to do that without failing,” Felix assured.

“I don’t mean to put pressure on you Felix, I only want to be sure that both of you don’t do stuffs that will damage my daughter. You are going to be her first real love. I still remember my first love. I know it can feel magical sometimes and that you could be tempted to go over the board in trying to prove your love at this stage.” Candy couldn’t help giggling, her mother had expertly captured her feelings at that time.

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