Must Read: Me And My Guys (18+)

6 years ago

Must Read: Me And My Guys (18+)

I arrived at mrs sandra’s mansion withmy heart in my mouth.

My problem was to scale through the gate since i knew adamu will be patiently waiting for me.

I stood far away from the gate and
called mrs sandra’s number.
She didnt pick. After five more times i gave up and
decided sending a message to her,
pleading her to forgive.

I sent the message and it was delivered.

I waited and i got no response.
I sent another telling her i was in front of her
gate. Still no response.

I waited for more than thirty minutes,
pondering what i was going to do.

I had no return fare, i had used the N500
for transport and i forgot my atm.

I picked my bag from the slap i was
sitting, and stood up. I decided it was
better i started trekking than sitting
there. “It was time i get myself a car” i
said as i walked away.
“aaaiiiii. Apooiiii” i heard from the back.
I looked back and my eyes met the
wonderful creature of God running
towards me. Behold it was the great
adamu the devil.

I almost sprinted an olympic race cause
i was so surprise to see him taking that
kind race towards me.
“opoi wetey” he said as he caught up
with me.
“big madame dey call me shap shap” he
said gripping my wrist in his vice like
hand.
“for wetin na” i mouthed.
“we go know na” he said as his agbada
raised with the wind exposing his
broomstick legs. Many thoughts were
running through my mind, i smelt danger
as we got nearer to the gate.

We got to the gate, he opened and
dragged me inside. I struggled with him
but his power was thrice mine.

Mrs sandra came out from the as we
approached the house.
“jeeeezzzz! Did i tell you to drag him?

Common get your fvcking hands off him
now” she ordered as she sent a 12volts
slap across his charcoal face.

His grip loosed on my hands and tears
gathered in his eyes. I almost laughed.
“but…. big.. big… madame.. na… na…
you… say… make.. i.. i.. draag… am..
come.. now…” he stuttered.
“so if i said you should drag him must
you do it forcefully?” she asked
attempting to slap him again.
He dodged.

She told adamu to drag me, but is there
any how you can drag without applying
force?
“will you get back to work” she ranted.
Adamu gave me a killing look and
jogged to his post. I don enter am.
“honey dont mind him lets go inside” she said rubbing my back as we went inside.

I turned back to take a last glance at
adamu, he was staring at me.
“feel free” she said. I took a sit and she
sat beside me, her boobz pushed up as
she sat slowly. I swallowed hard.
“you know you really got me angry last
night” she said.
“ya i know, that why i came to
apologise” i said my eyes roaming the
well decorated and furnished room.
“mmm oh my bad, what will you take”
she asked standing up. Her big bakasi
protruded backwards.
“no honey am okay”
“no! I insist”
“am okay ma”
“you are looking for my trouble again
right? What wrong with you and ‘ma’”
“oh sorry honey”
“mmm thats okay dear”

The portrait on the wall got my
attention, i couldnt help asking.
“that’s your husband?”
“ya” she said looking at the image on
the wall.
“that my hubby, isnt he cute?” she asked
her finger ran through my beards.

Haaa!
Which kind question is that?
“he is” my mind went back to the dream
i had about the man, he had me arrested
and locked up in the cell. I shivered and
started sweating.

She noticed my uneasiness.
“arent you comfortable? Feel
comfortable”
“what about him?” i asked.
“who”
“your husband”
“he went for work na, and my daughter
went back to school, what about him?”
“nothing just wanted to know”
“so you can do what?” she asked
smiling. I coughed, she laughed.
“let me get you something atleast”.

She stood up and walked out of the parlour,
her bum bum bouncing.

I compared and contrasted between her
butty and chioma’s butty. By size she no
even near chioma’s own. Chioma own
pass body.

My eyes darted back to the portrait on
the wall, the old man was staring at me.

Just then, a knock came on the door, my
heart skipped a beat. The man in the
picture opened the door and stepped
inside, he was mrs sandra’ husband.