My wedding Episode 4

***** MY WEDDING********
Foluke spoke again. “I am sorry Dayo, it is not as if I had S-x like that but there was this thing that happened to me when I was a child, around nine years or so, I was too naive to know that it could have led to me being deflowered.”
“Really?” Dayo answered abs£nt mindedly.
“Dayo plea-se believe me,” Foluke continued, “I am telling you the truth, noting but the truth. I was too young to un-derstand then but I s-en-sed everything was not just right as at the time I was going throu-gh the experience.”
“My family stayed in a ‘face to face’ ap@rtment at that time. I had to stay alone at home for some weeks because I just finished my Common Entrance Examination and was awaiting admission into Junior Secondary School. Our neighbour’s son, Ade was also in the same shoes with me, so both of us were left at home after our parents would have gone to their various workplaces.
My mother was a cleaner at a Bank a little bit far away from home while my Dad was a Driver at a table water factory. Ade’s mother was no longer living with her husband. She left him some years back after a major quarel taking Ade’s younger siblings with her. Ade was a very good and obe-dient boy, so both of us got along. His own father worked as a security man at a nearby plastic manufacturing company.
It happened that the very week myself and Ade started staying back at home, Ade’s Dad was on night duty all throu-gh meaning he was always at home with us during the day before my parents would be back from work.
Unfortunately, Ade’s Dad took advantage of me.
In the afternoons, after he might have returned from work, he would s£nd Ade on errands and call me into their ap@rtment un-der the guise of wanting to s£nd me on an errand too. The very first day it happened, he locked the door, str!pped me n-ked and inser-ted his f!ngersin my v@g!n@ , and told me that the place was dirty and was cleaning me up. As small as I was, I felt it wasn’t right, I dressed hurriedly and hastened to leave. He threatened me never to tell anyone. I kept mute over the matter.
The following day and the day after, the same thing happened. I was hurting and determined to tell my mother. When he called on me on the fifth day, I bolted the door of our room and shouted from within that I would tell my mum, but he went to the window and quietly threatened to kill me if I ever told anyone about it, showing me his gun, the one he used at his workplace. I went mute out of fear and cried silently.”
Oladayo looked towards the direction of the door of the h0tel restaurant. He opened his mouth in surprise and rose to his feet as soon as he recognized the person who just entered…
Who could that be?