Countless - S01 E60 (Story Episode)

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Countless - S01 E60 (Story Episode)

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Happy New Month FAMZ!!

I was visibly startled as the sight of Joke settled in my vision

and my hand tremulously withdraw the phone from my ear

I scrutinized her face for a few moment and was dithered on what to do

“Dear….whats the shrill all about? Whats going on?”
She said with a tremulous voice but I wasn’t able to answer her immediately. I sat on the reading table and embarked on a reminiscence trip about my life

Wetin they happen for my life this days? Can’t someone just live his life without worry again?

The events that started occuring in my life the day Jide introduced me to that sugar mummy stuffs with Beatrice were
gradually becoming tremendously unpleasant

I was drugged and rap*d at the hotel.

The following morning’s Embarrasment?, to the Robbery incident, the Police station dilema, the threat!, the narrow escape of getting cut in Joke’s mum’s room, the Fainting dream, the encounter with the two ugly beasts, and now this death issue!

Gawd! When am I going to start living a peaceful life? Must I die because of seeking a better life? I never even fvck half of the p---y I dreamed about and thats an ambition on its own

“Darous, talk to me nau,” Joke’s concern voice brought me back from the trip of cryptical thoughts “I asked you whats the cause of the noise?”

I cleared my throat “errrmm…..Joke” I tried to find my voice “its nothing….you don’t have to worry”

“don’t tell me that! I won’t buy it…Darous, the way you shouted was enough to bring down the wall of Jericho…and” She pointed to my right hand that was wielding the phone “you didn’t even bother to end
the call you are making…which all points to the fact that something is really going on with you”.

I brought the phone to my face and saw that the call duration timer was still reading

‘oh sh!t, Doyin must
have heard her voice!’. I cursed mentally, but
thats a worry for another time. Let me first of all attend to Joke’s WAEC thats staring at my face and worry later about Doyin’s JAMB of troubles

I ended the call and walked to the bed and slowly sat down on it. Joke squeezed her face and approached me

“dear, whats the matter? And don’t tell me its nothing, because your face and body doesn’t exactly scream NOTHING”. She stated in a way that shows she’s not going to accept anything I tell her unless its the truth

I placed my palms on her cheeks and stared at her beautiful face trying to intimidate her with my looks “Joke am fine… Trust me..”

“your face is somehow sad
and gloomy, sweetheart its
like you have a very lose definition of FINE…” She
remarked with an angst tone and added “talk to me please” I scrutinized her
face again and saw nothing but

pure sincerity in her
beautiful and sexy eyes just the same type I saw in her
mum’s few weeks ago

She sat down beside me and put her right hand across my shoulder “you ought to have known by now that I will
always be worried about you dear…” She stated rubbing the back of my neck

I eased up a bit
and began to search the mendacious part of my brain to look for a perfect lie to give her

“ok. I’ll tell you, but thats after I eat. Go prepare my food and I’ll tell you everything when I finished eating”

She shrugged and rose up immediately and exited the room

I can’t tell her that am in some kind of complicated cryptical issues with the woman I proclaimed to be my dad’s sister or can I?

I listined attentively as my Barca and Madrid conscience began their verbal el-classico match

Madrid says, ‘tell her the truth, she will understand, she loves you Darous, I can see it in her eyes, Joke is the type of woman that can steer her ship along with your storm without any repercussions’

Barca countered back immediately ‘Darous don’t mind that idiot o, well I don’t expect him to understand because he only works with visual aid, if not, how can he say you should risk getting back on the street by telling her the truth? Abeg, you know say I like you, please no mind him o…just give her a gentle lie….’

Madrid interrupted, ‘there’s nothing like a gentle lie, a lie is a lie, since it can hurt someone you care about…’

Barca cuts in ‘Darous, you be my niggar nau, since when ah don dey give you scope to handle people, have I ever given you the one that will back fire? Just trust me on this..na lie sure pas…’

Yes! You are right, thats the best thing to do, I mentally gave my Barca conscience a thumbs up for defeating my Madrid

‘you are making a big mistake Darou….’ Madrid was saying before I cut in angrily

“Will you shut up! Please mind your own business and don’t ever disturb me again”. I hissed and came to a conclusion of giving her a Perfect Gentle Lie (PGL)

I relaxed on the bed and was lost in thought on how to handle the Jamb issue with Adedoyin. After deliberating for a while, I decided to handle it the traditional way. I’ll have to go to my native town, Lanlate in Oyo state, to consult my late dad’s uncle. He will definitely help me out…