Sister Deborah. - Season 1 - Episode 8

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Sister Deborah. - Season 1 - Episode 8

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I had a lecture free day today being Friday. Luckily for me, I also happened to be the only one in the hostel room since Timi, Fatai and Hakeem all had lectures in their various faculties.

I woke up as early as possible and went to the school’s bank to withdraw some money, after which I diverted to a nearby sales outlet to purchase a new SIM card to renew my lost line.

Later on, I returned to the hostel and inserted the SIM card into the mobile phone Deborah gave me, after which I switched it on.

As agreed, the first thing I did was to put a call through to Deborah’s line but unfortunately, her number wasn’t reachable. I attempted three more times yet it persisted with the same issue. I assumed she might probably be in the middle of a class session at the moment so I halted my calls.

However, I dropped a text message telling her to call me back when she had spare time.

Thereafter, I subscribed my line and installed a few apps into the phone before having my bath, had a light meal and changed into something casual. I intended to stroll out a bit to the school field to hang around for a while, and from there to the salon to have a haircut and trim my beard.

In the middle of doing this, as I was almost prepared to leave, a knock came at the door.

“Yes, who’s there?”
There was no response. Yet, the knock came again.

“Who is it?” I repeated.
Still, no response came forth. I annoyingly walked to the door and opened it, only to see the least of all people I expected at my doorstep — Deborah.

I was literally dumbfounded for a moment, seeing her dressed in a native attire locally called Iro and Buba, with the blouse outstretched as a sleeve coupled with her pink and white handbag matching the lace material. In summary, she simply looked enchanting. I was utterly lost for words.

“Hello–oo?” Deborah’s voice jolted me out of my reverie. “Can I at least come in? You stare too much.”

I managed to subdue my amusement aside and responded. “Sure, you can. Please come in.”

The moment Deborah stepped inside, as if by coincidence, the power came on all of a sudden. It was unusual and oddly unexpected but it was certainly the perfect timing at that moment.

I ushered her to the only seat we had in the room, while I sat on the bed facing the chair.
“Are you comfortable?” I inquired.

“I am.” She answered. “You should be thanking me. I brought my good luck charm that brought your light in turn.”

I laughed. “Good luck charm indeed. It’s just by coincidence, nothing more. Besides, this one you came to my hostel today, am I safe?”

Deborah giggled. “You are safe dear. I was just heading to my aunt’s place and decided to stop over and check up on you.”

“That’s nice of you. I am honored. However, how were you certain that I would be around?”

“Like duh!” She rolled her eyes. “It’s Friday . . . and almost everyone knows that you mass communicators are mostly free on every blessed Friday.”

“I see.” I heaved a satisfactory sigh and added. “Which reminds me, I called your line severally earlier on but it didn’t go through. You didn’t pick up. I even sent a text too.”
“I got your text message and the calls to be honest, but I intentionally ignored them to surprise you one on one. When did you renew your line?”

“A few hours ago, just this morning.” I responded. “I just want to say…” I was about saying when the loud noise of thunder struck violently from outside. It was obviously about to rain. We could both hear shouting and screams from people outside running helter skelter.

Accompanied by the heavy lightening, a sudden power outage followed suit making the room completely dark.

“I have to leave now to make it on time to my aunt’s place.” Deborah announced as she stood to her feet.

“It’s about raining. I’ll suggest you wait here for a while.” I suggested, but she nodded abruptly in disapproval.

“I have to make it on time.” She insisted, heading towards the door. I simply nodded and followed suit behind her.

After unlocking the door and we both came outside, I was still on the verge of trying to padlock the door in order to see her off but unknowingly, Deborah had already started to walk away hastily. I tried calling after her but obviously due to her hastened movement, she vividly seemed to be out of earshot.

Suddenly, another loud deafening thunder struck again much louder and fiercer than the first and the drizzling rain turned to a heavy downpour. I heard Deborah’s scream from afar as she began running back with haste, utterly drenched in the rain.

I opened the door and led her back inside. She was completely soaked from head to toe all over, and she was shivering badly.

“I told you to stay and wait a moment, you didn’t listen, now you see the outcome?” I said, partly annoyed. She didn’t say anything asides nodding her head vehemently, still shivering.

I helped her with her bag and offered her a seat, after which she took off her shoes and handed them to me, and I placed them on the table alongside her bag.

“Should I make you a cup of tea?” I asked. She nodded in approval. I then took out some beverage and a cup from my wardrobe and took them to the small store room we managed as our kitchen to boil water.

By the time I returned, Deborah had already changed her position from the chair to the bed, now clad only in a black singlet coupled with a bum-short. She had taken off her native attire and placed them on the table.
“Neche, I am cold.” She said whisperingly, almost inaudibly.

I took a towel from my wardrobe and moved towards her, covered her with it and sat next to her on the bed. “Don’t worry, just relax. The tea would soon be ready.”

“Okay,” she managed to mutter in response, still shivering. She placed her head on my shoulder and placed her hands on top of mine, squeezing them tightly.

Instinctively, I entwined my hands with hers and looked down at her face only to meet her gaze, staring back at me.

Our hands remained tangled in the same entwined rhythm, as well as our eyes remained fixated into each other’s stare. I could feel a certain indefinable passion coarsing through my whole being merely looking into her eyes.

Then, slowly and gently, I tilted her face closer to mine as the passion ignited into a warm, heated kiss. Her lips were moist and softly appealing.

One thing led to another and we found ourselves face-down on the bed, almost ripping each other’s lips apart. I lay on top of her, caressing and smooching all sensitive areas of her body as she m0aned audibly.
I caressed her b0s0ms through the transparent singlet and almost immediately, her reaction intensified as she wrapped her hands and legs around me, m0an!ng loudly.
As I attempted probing further with my caress, Deborah’s breathing became intensified and all of a sudden, she screamed and started coughing raggedly. She rolled sideways holding her chest and began vomiting white fluids from her mouth, struggling to breathe.

“Deborah! Debbie are you okay?” I panicked to my feet, evidently confused. She kept on convulsing and vomiting non-stop.
All of a sudden, just at that moment, the door b@nged open and Timi, Fatai and Hakeem walked inside, accompanied by Divine, Deborah’s friend. They were all shocked at the abrupt scene they met.

“What’s happening here?” Divine rushed to the bed immediately, trying to hold Deborah steady. I couldn’t heave any response as I still stood there, petrified.

“Chineche, wetin you do am? What did you do to her?” Hakeem questioned, pointing to the bed and the white fluids all over the floor. I still couldn’t talk, due to my aggravating fear. I was starting to sweat terribly.
Suddenly, Deborah stopped coughing and convulsing and her body stabilized.
“Is she still breathing?” I asked Divine, still sweating terribly and vibrating at the same time. Divine didn’t respond.

“Divine, is she still breathing?” I repeated, more afraid now.
“No!” Divine shouted back at me, breaking into tears. “Sheʼs not breathing!”