Writer - EWOMA
Presenter - BBREIGNS
Episode 24.
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He grunted and dug his hands into his hair and
out. D--n! He smashed his glass against the
counter. He looked like a demon in his mad state.
“Hey! Control yourself!” The waiter yelled at him.
He turned and glared at the waiter. His eyes were
as cold as ice. His cold gaze sent shivers down the
spine of anyone who’d see them. “What did you
just say?” he snarled at the waiter who just
scolded him.
The waiter trembled. His hands were shaking. “N-
Nothing. Carry on. I’m sorry.” Fear could be
detected from the way he spoke.
Unexpectedly, the angry man gripped the throat
of the waiter. “Tell me the truth! You have never
set eyes on her for the past nine years? She has
never come for a drink or anything? If you don’t
tell me the truth, I’ll murder you here and now!”
The waiter was not able to make a sound. He just
held onto the man’s big hand struggling to free
himself. He choked in the process, finding it very
difficult to breathe. The angry man was stronger
and tightened his grip on the waiter’s neck.
A group of persons observed what had been
happening between the waiter, known as Nathan
and the infuriated man. These persons were
regular customers of the bar and knew Nathan.
Sensing he was in trouble, they rushed to his
rescue.
“What the f--k are you doing?” the first guy
barked at the soon-to-be murderer.
His ears heard the voice that just spoke. He
turned to face the guy. His hold on Nathan was
released a bit, he hadn’t let go off him
completely. He frowned as he examined him and
the different guys with him.
“Let him go!” Another voice commanded.
He silently studied him. He was very hefty and
muscular. He had a very wired look, strange and
dangerous. He didn’t have to hear another
command to free the waiter. They’d surely pounce
on him if he refused. He tactfully let the waiter
go. The waiter immediately began coughing, he
tried to catch his breath.
“What was that for?” the first guy questioned.
“He has something I need!” he angrily replied.
“Oh, no. I don’t!” Nathan defended himself. “She
hasn’t been here since that day. We’ve never set
eyes on her ever since. I do not know her.” he
coughed again. That was a deadly grip.
“She promised she would. You are lying.”
“To hell with you and her. Get the f--k outta
here!” Nathan roared with anger.
The man filled with fury took a step towards
Nathan. Expertly, the five guys that had earlier
come to Nathan’s rescue, blocked him. “Leave. If
you don’t want to say hello to your mama in hell
to night, get lost!” a different guy challenged.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew when to retreat. He
had been defeated and had lost. Surely, he’d
never stop searching for this girl. He’d search till
he dies. She was really precious. He smiled
devilishly and dashed out of the bar. God! What
on earth was happening to him? For a girl he had
met only once, he’d been making a fool of
himself. Nine years ago, he saw her and never
caught a glimpse of her after that day. It never
occurred to him that he wouldn’t see her again.
Was she dead? Nine years. He didn’t even know
her real name. She’d probably be married now with
a kid or two. She wasn’t the marrying type, she’d
never settle down. She had cried that night,
telling him her deepest fears, of course; under
the influence of alcohol. So beautiful, so angelic.
Why had he believed her when she said she’d
return the next day? Did her fear consume her?
Why bother? He’d fallen in love with her and must
bed her. She’s his.
*
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Edwin was relaxing on the lounger under a
parasol. He was close to the swimming pool dressed
in just a white single and underwear. A stool was
close to him, on it was a glass jug filled with
orange juice. He’d stopped taking alcohol since he
started having problems with his heart. He smiled
lazily as he enjoyed the feel of the wind on his
body.
When he sat up, he attempted to pour himself the
orange juice from into the empty glass that stood
by the jug. During the process, he heard heavy
footsteps on the brick floor. Angry foot steps. He
wondered what was going on, the angry man was
coming his direction. He successfully filled his
glass with the juice. He took it up and was about
to take a sip.
“Father!” Jeremy cried out.
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