Must Read: The Enemy Who Loved Me- Episode 20

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EPISODE 20

 

 

Thinking that Cue-Lounge was going to be our
final destination before returning to the hotel
was short-sightedness on my part. I forget
‘Confra’ guys had their own modus-operandi.
Jafar announced that our next point was Grillaz,
also situated at Lugbe. The three car convoy
sliced through the cold Abuja night like hot
knife through butter. Uche and Aji were in the
Hilux, Sparrow drove the Volvo with Abayomi
and Toun, while Jafar the three witches and I
were in his Benz. I thought Fatima was going to
attempt to sit infront with Jafar, but she sat at
the back with her friends while I sat alongside
him. Unfortunately, she sat directly at his back
and kept leaning forward to talk to him as he
drove. I brought out my phone and pretended
to browse on one new site called Nairaland by
an unknown programmer simply known as
Seun. Most of the articles being posted were
about the Presidential elections. Though
unattractive, the site engaged me till we got to
Grillaz.
Apart from Kuje and some minor towns in the
FCT, Lugbe was the closest to Gwagwalada, so
it was not suprising that a lot of University of
Abuja students hung out at Grillaz. It seemed
we were being expected because a standing
occasion welcomed us as we entered the place.
Guys with hideous faces…some were alright sha
quickly greeted Jafar and co in a way that
showed that they belonged to the same Sect. a
couple of girls were around too, some covered
with tattoos and fake eye-lashes. I doubted if
they were students.
At Grillaz, it was more of standing than sitting;
luckily the interior was air-conditioned so it was
alright. The speakers were blarring and before
long, salutations turned to dancing. The
tattooed girls were trying to out-dance each
other, Abayomi and Toun danced at the corner,
though Uche interfered once in a while, I
danced with a guy that would remain nameless
for the rest of my life. I didn’t bother getting his
name, his breathe stank of Shepe, while the
sweat from his body was noticeable. The Hausa
girls sat down at the only available sofa, while
Jafar and some other guys stepped outside.
I was glad when Toun came to meet me, hence
ending my dance with Mr nameless
Toun: that guy just dey gum you for body…
Me: I don’t know o, like say him neva see girl
before.
Toun: anyways, I need to leave very soon, I feel
it coming?
Me: what?
Toun: my period, ode..the sharp pain is
occurring at quick intervals..
Me: you carry pad come?
Toun: Yeah, e dey room.
Me: have you told Abayomi?
Toun: lolz, the poor boy wan die. Said he has
been preparing kama-sutra styles for me
Me: eyaa…but him suppose fit do am like that
now, this time you don’t even need to be wet
sef, na safe journey.
Toun: you are a fool, I swear
Me: oya now lets go..
Toun: you can stay behind, I will be aii..i told
Abayomi to remain behind
I ignored her and went to meet Sparrow, who
was smoking probably his 50th stick of the
day..
Me: bros we need to leave now..
Sparrow: hope no problem?
Me: no
Sparrow: you sure? Cuz if na dat guy wey been
dey dance with you, I go quickly mend him
yansh for here..
Me: no need for yansh mending
Sparrow looked at me for a while to ascertain
that I was sure of what I was saying, before
leading Toun and I to the Volvo.
Driving outside Grillaz, I noticed a group of guys
talking, in-between them was Jafar and Aji. The
discussion seemed to worry Jafar, as his right
hand was at the back of his head and his left on
his waist. Toun tapped me on the shoulder.
Me: what?
Toun: I am stained.
Toun: Tana, what is going on in your mind?
Me: what do you mean?
We were having this discussion as she fixed her
pad on her black laced panties in the room’s
bathroom. I always told her I liked her
femalecore, this night was no different.
Toun: stop looking at my Kitty-Cat and tell me
what is wrong with you
Me: I still don’t get…
Toun: you were all over Jafar’s matter, you were
almost biting Fatima.
Me: hmmm, mrs Exaggerator.
Toun: stop it at once. It is Naetochukwu for
now, you say you want to avoid drama, you are
acting like a drama queen!
Me: ok…I don’t know what is wrong. But I think
I just wanted Jafar’s attention. With everything
going on with Timi, I needed someone’s
attention.
Toun: forget Jafar dear, I know you are
vulnerable now, but focus Tee.
Me: thank you..
While she settled to take her bath, I went back
to my room to have mine, I promised to come
back to her when I was done. As I went to my
room, I wondered what was happening with
Jafar and Fatima. Toun’s voice echoed in my
head so I blanked the thoughts and tried
thinking of Timi, but Annie appeared, so I
decided to do what I do when my head is filled.
I sang a gospel song…
You are the lord…..
That is your name…
You will never share your glory….
I sang on as i stood beneath the shower, and
allowed the water clean my soul…but after a
while Timi and Jafar’s faces penetrated the
song…they penetrated the water….i admitted
to myself, I was attracted to Jafar and inlove
with Timi. And I must eliminate both feelings if I
was to be normal again..
Toun was in her pink nightie when I got to her
room, she was watching an episode of Jerry-
Springer, I joined her while we muched
pringles. It didn’t bother me that I was missing
lectures, I knew I would cover-up…what
bothered me was National and the fact that we
might lose the election. Toun started laughing
at something Jerry was saying, that broke the
spell…I decided to relax…Abuja was for
relaxation. At almost mid-night, Abayomi
staggered into the room, smelling drunk and
singing songs that only he must have written. I
stood up to leave..
Abayomi: Tana..you don’t have to leave, you
can stay with us tonight..
Without looking up from the television, Toun
smiled. Abayomi was a Hot goat whenever he
was drunk.
Me: ode..goodnight jare..
Abayomi: walahi…you go like am..
I laughed as I stepped out of the room and
closed their door. Infront of my room was Jafar,
he had a bucket of wine with him.
Me: what are you doing infront of my room?
Jafar: I came to see you
Me: hmmm..now that you have seen me…you
can go back to your room..
Jafar: can I come in?
Me: I think that would be a bad idea…
Jafar: for you or for me?
Me: for us..
Jafar: I like the sound of ‘us’…
he smiled casually… standing infront of me, I
could smell his sweet scent…my heart was
beating fast.
Me: only 15minutes…
Jafar: cool…
I didn’t say it out…but I like that sound of ‘us’
also…

I know a couple of guys that would have sat on
the bed as they entered the room, but I must
give Jafar the award of the gentleman ‘Confra’
of the year because he took the chair of the
dresser and sat down.
My phone rang, I wondered who would be
calling this late until I saw the name..
Me : hey
Timi: I have been trying to call you, bad
network perhaps..
Me: yh..
Timi: though you would be asleep now..
Me: nope
Timi: this one that you are answering me one
by one…are you with someone?
I looked at Jafar, his eyes were on
me..somehow, I felt he understood my
conversation…
Me: yes
Timi: who?
Me: none of your business..
Timi: Tana don’t do this to me, let’s not do what
we will regret..
Me: stop getting paranoid..by the way, how is
Annie?
Timi: I don’t know..
Me: I have to go now, sleep well..
Timi: what…one last thing..
Me: what?
Timi: I never stopped loving you.
Jafar was waiting with a glass of the red grape
wine when I hung up, he passed it to me..
Jafar: I am sorry if I had caused any problem
Me: no jor..its alright…
Jafar: did you enjoy yourself?
Me: yes I did..
Jafar: so Abuja isn’t a bad idea right?
Me: not at all..
Jafar: can I ask you a question?
Me: sure..
Though I was fully clothed, I felt Unclad..
Jafar: do you think I like you?
I smiled but internally I was confused, so I did
what any normal girl would do..
Me: what kind of question is that?
Jafar: nevermind…is Wednesday morning okay
for departure?
Me: yes..
Jafar: I never told you that I was from Kano..
Me: yes I am sorry I lied, but your friend abi
chic was doing ITK..
Jafar: so can I tell you about me now?
Me: yes, I would like that..
Jafar: can I smoke?
Me: sure….u have just 12minutes more..
He brought out a pre-wrapped weed…the
bright glow and smell captured the room..
Jafar: I am from Kano…
I smiled…
Me: continue jor…
Jafar: My father is Alhaji Dangaladima, I am the
only child of my mum…
Then he told me everything about his
childhood, his schools, his family members….it
was nice..
Me: what does your dad do?
Jafar: he is a government contractor..based in
Kano..
Me: and your mum?
Jafar: she died shortly after giving birth to me..
Me: I am so sorry…
Jafar: why should you be sorry..i never even
knew her…
I wanted to feel what he was feeling, but his
expression was so unreadable…
Me: lemme smoke with you?
Jafar: commot there!..
Me: serious jor…
He passed me the weed.. as I puffed and
passed it back to him.., I didn’t cough like they
warned me I would when I smoked…it was
harsh on my mouth so I pushed it down with a
glass of wine…then it became beautiful..
Me: I want more…
He gave me and I dragged in deeper this time…
Jafar: I know you judge me as a cultist and all…
but I am just like every other guy you know…
With the things you are doing to my senses, no
you aint!..i said to myself…
Me: I don’t judge you…
We passed the weed among ourselves as the
grape wine’s richness melted in my mouth…
everything became funny as I told him about
myself too.. I even told him about Timi and I
and how we broke up.
He had over-stayed his 15 minutes and seemed
to realize, for he stood up and though my legs
were wobbly, i escorted him to the door…
Jafar: can I ask you a question Tana?
Me: yes
Jafar: Do you think I like you?
Me: yes Jafar, I think you like me.
Jafar: goodnight…
Me: goodnight…
I was wet.

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