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Monday, 8 July 2019
THE WARMTH OF THE BASEMENT - CHAPTER SIX
FEMI
The apartment felt like heaven. Mumu Juliet furnished it all up for me, she even bought a play station as well and since I have packed in, it has been from one fun adventure to the other. Lecture free was closer than imagined and I had to really start preparing for exam properly, even though I was always prepared. I wanted to start preparing for class when a strange number appeared on my phone.
“Femi” I said but the response I got was different, it was them. The people I sold Juliet to. Initially I was happy, maybe my money was about to be paid in full perhaps a politician has finally requested for parts of her body but the response I got was different and shocking. They could not kidnap Juliet and according to them, they saw her enter another car at the same place (Moremi basement) I told them to hook her up because I knew she will want to call me after the test that day and she will not want to do that inside her room, not when I knew Tobi was no longer in good terms with her. But since I did not get the call, I felt she was kidnapped already. It was over three weeks after and they were just calling me to tell me that they were unable to pick her up, so who could have kidnapped her? That was the question that ran through my mind and it weakened me immediately. It meant all the while that I have been expecting money from them, money was never going to come. I abandoned my preparation for class because they made demand for an immediate replacement and I was confused on who to lure into the game play. Just then, Feranmi came into my mind. Time to punish Anthony for his rudeness. Without hesitation I put a call through to Feranmi.
“It is Femi, where are you?” She was reluctant about asking and I was right with my guess, she was with Anthony at the moment and I heard her take excuse from him.
“What on earth do you still want Femi, I have given you everything you demanded” She said immediately she was out of anybody listening to her. And she was right, she has given me everything I have ever demanded as my apartment witnessed her presence for four consecutive days in which she lied to Anthony that she was going home for something urgent.
“Well, the story has changed now and I need to see you with an immediate effect, I will not mind if you can come to my place immediately”
“Femi, hell no! That is not going to happen, I am done with you and I am done with you niyen are you a sex machine? Don’t you get tired of it? Is it food?” She called my bluff.
“Then I guess it is high time Anthony gets to know about everything that has ever transpired between us” I threatened her again as usual.
“You know what? There is a popular saying that says the only way to bully a bully is to bully the bully and right now, you are not speaking to only me the phone is in the loudspeaker and your friend can listen to every damn thing you are saying.” She responded fiercely.
“That is an impossibility, I know you don’t have such courage”
“Well now she does, asshole!” Anthony’s voice came through and I was shocked immediately. The whole of me got destabilized as the phone dropped from my hand out shock thereby ending the call.
The set of guys I am dealing with are the cruel type that have no sympathy for anybody. You disappoint them, you go for it. I knew I was in trouble because I already told them to start coming thinking at the same time Feranmi will come and they will just grab her right in front of my door and cart her away, but the reverse is the case right now and I was confused on who else to call that will instantly come. Tobi, the nearest option was gone for a retreat outside the four walls of Ile-Ife, which automatically made her a no option, I cannot call Joy because she will not pick, not after what has happened. I over used her and she turned against me, just as Feranmi did. My head was not booting and just then there was a knock on my door.
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