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[Girls do crazy things things and these girls are the craziest of them all??]
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Note: Highly 18+ ? adult contents ❌ not for re-aders un-der the age of 18.
Episode_two_&_three
Priscilla’s POV:
Walking into the room early Sunday morning, I met Lucy and Gloria eating a fish barbeque and cold stone Ice-cream on the floor.
” Look who just c@m£ in,” Lucy smiled waving at me. ” You just missed breakfast.”
” Cold stone Ice-cream and fish barbeque? Isn’t it too early to be taking those?” I asked, stepping towards my be-d.
” Not to me,” Gloria said, picking her teeth with a toothpick. ” A guy in my dep@rtment named, Chuks took me out and bought me dinner last night.”
I noticed someone snoring loudly on the be-d opposite me. It was Bella and she was still in her last nights dress and high heels. She stank of alcohol and cigarette.
” Don’t bother waking her up,” Lucy warned me, seeing I was staring at Bella. ” She just c@m£ in like thirty minutes ago. She’s kinda drun!kand worn out.”
” What about Cynthia?”
” Church,” Gloria said, typing on her phone. ” Trust that girl, she never misses any Sunday service.”
Falling on my be-d, I stared abs£nt mindedly at the ceiling. I was still in two minds we-ther to decline in giving Rollins the money I promised him or not. #200,000 is not a small amount. It’d be difficult for me to recover the money back after I must’ve given it to Rollins. One thing was certain, I wasn’t going to back down on my words. The last thing you’d want to do to Rollins was to disappoint him. I can’t disappoint him, not after raising his hopes soo high.
” Yes!” Gloria exclaimed, rising to her feet.
Both Lucy and I turned to her. ” What is it?”
Gloria rushed to her wardrobe and began throwing all her clothes to the floor. ” I have a dinner d@t£ tonight.”
” Another dinner d@t£?” Lucy was startled. ” With who this time?”
” Mr Adeola,” Gloria was excited. ” He’s a business tycoon. He met me last night and asked for my number while I was having dinner with Chuks. We’ve been chatting on WhatsApp throu-ghout last night. He’s buying me dinner tonight.”
” Wait,” I said, half starting to my feet. ” You gave your number to a business tycoon? While on a d@t£ with another man?”
” Come on,” Gloria rolled her eyes. ” It’s not as if we’re even going out. Chuks just bought me dinner. Besides, how could I refuse such an opportunity going out with a wealthy business man.”
” But I’m sure this man must be elderly,” I pointed out. ” And married too. Don’t you think it sounds kinda odd going out with a man you just met yesterday?”
” Who cares if he’s married or not,” Gloria snapped. ” Who cares if he’s a stranger or not? All men are strangers. Even your b©yfri£ndwas a stranger before you met him. I hang out with men so it doesn’t bother me if they’re married or single. So long as I have a good time, I’m good.”
Lucy began putting the empty Ice-cream cu-ps away. ” You’re taking too many risks, Gloria. I mean I gotta agree with Priscilla on this one. You ba-rely know this man. You don’t even know the source of his wealth or if he has a dangerous jealous wife.”
Gloria walked up to me and showed me a bank credit alert on her phone. ” How much do you see here?”
I peered at her phone. ” #80,000.”
Gloria moved away from me and showed it that Lucy. ” How much?”
Lucy stared at it then shoved it away. ” So what are you trying to say?”
” This man just s£nt me #50,000 right now to go buy myself a dress and look good for our d@t£ tonight. Something a regular guy won’t do but this man did a transfer instantly the moment I told him I was broke and have nothing to wear. A split second. He didn’t even waste time. And now you’re telling me not to go out with him? I don’t care what his source of wealth is and I don’t care if he has a wife or not. This is a chance in a lifetime. I cannot let it pas-s me by.”
Lucy sm-irked. ” Does that means you’re going to sleep with him after tonight’s dinner?”
Gloria shooked her head. ” Nah, I’m careful about who I sleep with. I’m not that stupid to give out my b©dy to some stranger like that. Before a man has his way with me, he must’ve spent a reasonable amount of money on me first. This man is rich. I’m ma-king sure I enjoyed half of his wealth before anything else happens.”
I regarded Gloria, a little envious of her. Gloria and Bella may act like sluts but they’re never lacking in the good things of life. Gloria hangs out with lots of men which makes her life easy going and fun. Unlike me who works a p@rt-time job as a sales girl, Gloria and Bella does literally nothing. They just apply make ups, wear really good clothes, put on their high heels shoes, gr-ab their bags and hang around at a clas-sic bar or club and at the end of the day, returns home with lots of money and goodies. Their male friends really do take good care of them whereas my b©yfri£nd, Rollins ba-rely have time for me like he used to.
Gloria and Bella change their hair wigs every week and get new shoes every month. Sometimes they both go out on a shopping spree and returned back home with fancy new clothes. Me on the other hand, I had to depend on my parents and my little job to meet up ends means.
These two girls could afford to squander a hundred thousand in a sitting and go broke without worrying about it but if I squander a mere ten thousand and go broke, I’d be bitting my nails with worries.
” Why don’t you dump this Rollins of yours and get yourself a real man who can settle all your nee-ds. For a young beautiful girl like yourself, you deserve a man who can take good care of you, buy you nice things and make you happy. This Rollins of yours is simply taking advantage of you. Look at your hair, look at your clothes, does he even care if you look good or not?” Gloria had advised me sometime ago.
But the truth is that I really do loved Rollins a lot. He may be a little mean and cold but I just can’t afford to lose him to another girl. We’ve been d@t!ngfor two years now and I’ve never caught him with another woman. I couldn’t cheat on him nor go out with another man for the sake of money. Unlike Bella and Gloria, I believed in a one man one woman relationsh!p. Still, just like Gloria had once mentioned, I do deserve a man who can take good care of me, buy me nice things and make me happy. Rollins just wasn’t that man anymore. He used to be but he’d changed.
The only person who has been a lot of help to me was my bestie, Frank.
Suddenly my phone ranged. gr-abbing it I stared at the number. It was Rollins. I answered immediately.
” Hello, darling. Happy Sunday.”
His voice c@m£ in impatiently. ” When are you bringing me the money?”
” Oh, that? I’m bringing it to you tonight,” I answered nervously, I haven’t yet decided on giving him. Yet he’s calling now to demand for it.
” Why can’t you get it for me this morning?” He asked, his voice restraining a yell. ” My landlord just c@m£ in and started embarras-sing me. Just a while ago, one of the guys I’m owe money c@m£ in and took away my television. Isn’t there any way you can get the money now? I nee-d it instantly.”
I bec@m£ alarmed. ” Oh darling, I’m soo sorry about that. Look it’s too early to go to the bank and besides the bank don’t open on Sundays. To withdraw that amount of money early this morning from the ATM machine is impossible Because of long queues. But I as-sure you, by evening I’ll bring the money to you. I promise you.”
” Didn’t you hear what I said earlier?” His voice broke into a bark. ” I said I nee-d the money right now. Can’t you do me a bank transfer?”
” Rollins, you know as well as I do that I hate doing bank transfer. I’d prefer it if I bring you the money. plea-se bear with me, darling.”
” Don’t you darling me,” he snapped. ” St©p rising my hopes when you know you wouldn’t be able to deliver. How long does it takes you to do a simple bank transfer?”
” Rollins,” I placed my hand on my forehead. ” plea-se I’m tired. Don’t let us quarrel this Sunday morning. Be a little patient with me. I’ll give you the money, I promise you.”
He hung up his line.
” Hello? Hello!” I stared at my phone. Great he hanged up on me. Meaning I made him mad.
Realizing something, I turned to face my roommates. They were staring at me as if I was a maniac.
” Was that Rollins?” Lucy asked.
I nodded, dialing his line again.
” What money is he talking about?” Gloria asked, watching me closely with a frown on her face.
One thing I wouldn’t want my roommates to know was that I was giving out my school fees to my b©yfri£ndto settle his depts. They’d not only laugh at me but discouraged me from giving him the money.
So I lied. ” It’s some amount of money that I borrowed from him. It’s nothing you both should worry about. I got this.”
” Wait, wait,” Gloria waved her hands in the air. ” Your b©yfri£ndlend you some money. How much?”
I knew I had to lie about that one too. ” Like ten thousand.”
She nearly ran mad. ” Ten thousand? And he’s disturbing you to pay him back this early in the morning? What sort of b©yfri£ndis he anyway? Left to me, he shouldn’t ask for the money back. Doesn’t he have a job?”
But I wasn’t listening to her. My phone buzzed many times but Rollins didn’t answer. I called him again and again and again. Still no answer. The last time I tried his line again, it was switched off.
I bec@m£ worried. He’s really mad at me. I have to do something. Without glancing at my roommates, I dialed my bank transaction code and did a transfer of #200,000 immediately.
#200,000!
I nearly cried. That was my second semester school fees. All gone. Gone to Rollins account. I tried his line again. To my surprise and relief, it rang but he still didn’t pick it.
I turned to my roommates. They were still staring at me, wondering what was the matter with me. It was with an effort I tried not to start crying in their pres£nce.
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Cynthia’s POV:
Sunday service was awesome, just as always.
Tommy was proud of us as we sang heavenly to the Lord most high. Being the one with the most beautiful voice, I applied more effort to make the choir pres£ntation melodious and spiritual.
While this was going on, a new comer walked into church. I noticed him immediately and so did many single ladies in service today. His pres£nce alone caused a distraction and that distraction affected our pres£ntation. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He was pretty tall. You can never imagine how tall with strong features that accelerated his looks. What caught my attention the most was his dazzling tailored outfit. Well trimmed and sewn in the right places to match his muscles and shape.
One thing I was sure about is this; I’ve never seen him anywhere before but I can’t help but be amused by his pres£nce. The next thing I knew, I was going off course in what I was singing. The distraction was too much and I couldn’t tell why.
Tommy noticed what caused the commotion and this enraged him but he didn’t say anything until our choir pres£ntation was over.
I sat down on my seat, feeling embarras-sed and yet surprised at myself for acting the way I just did some couple of minutes ago. I’ve never googled over a guy aside from Tommy. Who is this new comer and why was his pres£nce causing me Soo much distraction and uneasiness.
During sermon, I wasn’t Concentrating. I kept stealing glances at the new boy. He seemed absorbe-d in what Pastor Sam was preaching but then he looked my way and caught me staring at him. It took me an effort to look away and I couldn’t help but wonder how it is I’ve lost myself over this stranger.
It didn’t take long even though it was only two hours and service was finally over. We shared the grace and everyone Dep@rted. New comers were welcomed and given a sl!pof paper to fill and I waited alongside other choiresters for a brief meeting.
Suddenly I heard my name. It was Pastor Sam. He was calling me into his office. Excusing myself from Tommy who only gr-unt at me, I went to answer my call.
In the office was Pastor Sam and his wife. Sitting before them was the good-looking new comer.
I began having cold feet. It seemed unnatural for me to be standing here before my pastor, looking eye to eye with the one guy that had kept me distracted throu-ghout today.
” Cynthia,” Pastor Sam pointed to a seat beside me. ” plea-se have a seat. We’d like to have a word with you.”
I sat down next to the good-looking stranger, waiting for what Pastor Sam had to say.
Pastor Sam cleared his throat and began, waving his hands over to the young man. ” You must’ve noticed my son, Paul.”
I turned to the stranger. Paul? His name is Paul? Son to Pastor Sam? How come, I thought Pastor Sam only had three grown up kids. Two married girls and one young boy just in his final year. I never knew he had a second son.
” Nice to meet you,” I said to him and he smiled back at me.
Pastor Sam continued. ” Alright, I know what you’re thinking but Paul here isn’t really my biological son. We adopted him when he was just a boy. He’s a brilliant kid and when we found out how good he was in his academics, we s£nt him abroad to do his studies. The thing is he’s finished his studies and has landed an incredible job as a civil engineer contractor. He’s come to seek for a wife.”
I knew where this conversation was going. The mention of a wife rose my temperature. I was shaking my legs furiously on the ground, not sure if what he was saying was going to be referred to me.
” That is why we called you here,” Mrs Sam ch!pped in. ” You see, Cynthia. You’re such a beautiful and good girl and your spiritual lifestyle is awesome. Ever since we began sponsoring you throu-gh school, we’ve been watching your behavior and we’ve been encouraged by it. After much prayers and fasting, we had a revelation and that revelation shows that you will be the wife of our adopted son, Paul.”
Well, there it is. Finally out. My ears rang out as her words c@m£ to me but I couldn’t say anything. It was as if I was running short of breath.
” Cynthia,” Pastor Sam called out to me. ” Why are you Soo quiet?”
I snapped my head out of my thoughts. ” Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting this. Are you saying the Lord showed you a revelation of me marrying your foster son?”
” Indeed, my dear. All that is left is for you to decide.”
I took a glance at Paul from the corner of my eyes. He wasn’t looking at my direction but I knew he knew I was watching him.
Ever since I was young, my late mom had always drummed to my ears that she had visions of me marrying a man of God and all that. My parents are no more but their visions and dreams about me stuck to my head.
Pastor Sam and his wife had been kind to me. They had offered me a scholarsh!pfrom my secondary school to my University days pres£ntly. I felt like I owe them a lot even though my grandma is the one taking care of me. This son of theirs was handsome, quiet, perfect and intriguing. What’s more interesting was that he was the son of a Pastor even though he was adopted.
I liked him instantly.
Yes I liked him but I wasn’t going to give Pastor Sam an immediate response.
So instead I replied, ” give me time, sir. I can’t make any decision now without first praying about it.”
Pastor Sam smiled. ” Take all the time you nee-d, my dear.”
I turned to look at my future husband to be. His face was as expressionless as a piece of paper and there was that alarming look in his eyes that blew a red light at the back of mind. Something tells me there was more to this man than I should know.
I’ll pray about it first and if I received a good answer from the Lord, then I’ll give a good answer.
#Episode_three
Cynthia’s POV:
When I returned back home, it was 4:56.pm. Someone was cooking dinner. My stomach grumbled as I walked throu-gh the door. I’ll bet Priscilla was ma-king dinner.
And I was right. She was ma-king tomatoe sauce. From what she was doing, I knew what remained was the rice and beans.
” Happy Sunday everyone,” I greeted my roommates. Only Bella and Priscilla were around. Bella sat on her be-d, applying somel-ipstick to herl-ips.
Bella ba-rely spoke to anyone. She rarely did. She’s the eldest amongst all of us being in her fourth year in campus. She’s in the law dep@rtment and though it surprises everyone, she’s an excellent student. Rumours had it she sleeps with her lecturer for good marks but if you’re Bella’s roommate, you’d think otherwise. At exactly midnight, she begins studying. She claims she tend to be more active at night hours than during the daytime. One funny thing which always amuses me about Bella was that she clubs a lot and she smokes like a chimney. Still she remains the best student in her dep@rtment.
” Why are you returning back home by this time?” Priscilla asked the moment she saw me. ” I thought church dismisses by Noon?”
” Something happened in Church today,” I said, bending low to smell the tomato sauce.
” Well, thank goodness you are here,” Priscilla stood to her feet, gr-abbing her bag. ” I’m off to see Rollins right about now. I’m leaving you to prepare the rice and beans. When I’m back I’ll hear about it.”
And she rushed out of the door as if fired from a gun. I turned to Bella. Bella got up, gr@bb£d her bag and after giving me a brief nod, she walked out of the door. From the window, a car was waiting for her, packed with the s£nior girls in campus. They drove off laughing and chatting down the highway.
That left only me in the house with a tomatoe sauce boiling on the g@s cooker. All I had to do was boil the rice and beans and that was it.
While picking the rotten beans from the good beans, I took from the bowel in the house,bI began reflecting on what Pastor Sam told me today. Sure I liked Paul. But I was worried about him. Liking him was one thing, marrying him was another. I wasn’t sure I was re-ady for that kind of commitment.
I said I was going to pray about it, didn’t I? Well, I was definitely going to pray about it.
Just as I was about to get into it, Gloria and Lucy barged in with shopping bags on their hands.
I st©pped immediately, deciding to postpone my prayers till later in the cool of the night. I didn’t feel comfortable praying infront of these girls. It’d be better when they’re asleep.
” Guess who went shopping,” Lucy sang, falling on the be-d beside me. She nearly upset the beans I was picking.
” So what did you girls get for me from your shopping spree?” I asked, trying to flow with their mood.
Gloria drew out a fancy dress and gave it to me. ” Here, my treat.”
I would’ve kept it but I didn’t like it. The dress was too short and indecent for a lady like me.
” I don’t wear those.”
Gloria bec@m£ mad. ” Don’t tell me that. Any girl would be crazy to have this dress in their wardrobe. It’s fashion. It shows your slender back, your cleavages and your th!ghs.”
I smiled kindly at her, trying not to hurt her feelings. ” You know as well as I do that I don’t wear such kind clothes. I was just kidding, you can have it back.”
Gloria moved away from me with a straight face. ” I just don’t un-derstand you sometimes. What has religion got to do with what you wear? It’s not as if you’re snatching someone’s husband. You’re just trying to look good. I know you’re a good girl but you’ve got to grow up and start dressing like a lady.”
” I’m okay with what I wear, Gloria,” I said. ” Thank you.”
Gloria shrugged, getting out of her clothes. ” You’re missing a lot, Cynthia. Don’t let religion get in the way of your decisions in life okay?”
” I’ll keep that in mind,” I paused, noticing Lucy was staring hungrily at me. ” Lucy, are you alright?”
” Can I help you boil the rice?” She offered sharply but I knew she only said that to conceal her real thoughts and intentions.
I just couldn’t figure out that girl.
As I poured the rice in the boiling pot, I stood back and decided this was the right time to let these two girls know of what happened today.
” Umm… guys, there’s this guy.” I began then st©pped.
It was as if I triggered a bomb. Everyone turned to me with a startled look on their faces.
” Don’t tell me, you’ve finally found someone you like,” Gloria said excitedly. ” What’s his name, what’s his name?”
I tried to smile it off. ” His name is Paul.”
I saw the disappointment on her face. ” Oh, let me guess, he’s one religious dude like you, I’m I right?”
” What’s wrong with religious dude’s?” Lucy asked, watching the pot of rice boiling out white foams from the covers.
” I don’t trust them,” Gloria scoffed, wra-pping her towel around her che-st. ” They are too big mouthed and somehow hypocritic. I don’t like men who fake their lifestyles just to deceive the mas-ses that they’re more righteous and more holier than others.”
The way she made it sound, it was as if she condemned religion itself. I had a feeling she was going to speak ill of Paul by the time I told her what Pastor Sam said.
” Well, my pastor says he’s my future husband. In a revelation, we’re meant to be together.”
This got a frown from Gloria and Lucy. Gloria slowly closed her wardrobe and turned to look me fully in the face. ” Marriage? By this time?”
I nodded. ” I mean, I’m not getting any younger I’m I? Take a look at Helen. She’s getting married next week and she’s just twenty four.”
” And how old are you if I may ask?” Gloria asked folding her arms.
I hesitated but I said it anyway. ” Twenty-two?”
” And you’re thinking of marriage at this critical time of your life?”
” What do you expect me to do? This is my pastor. He’s helped me since I bec@m£ an orphan. Besides, this is his son, adopted as it may seemed. Still, I felt it’s right and only fair I married him.”
Lucy wasn’t saying anything but from the looks in her eyes, I could tell she thor0ûghly disapproved of what I just said.
” Do you know this man?” Gloria asked, frowning.
” He’s a young man, not old. And no, I’ve never seen him in my life but my pastor says—”
” Forget what your pastor says. I don’t give a hoot what your pastor says. What did you say?”
” I told him I’ll pray about it.”
” And have you prayed?”
” I’m about to but I postpon—”
” Good, there no nee-d to pray. I’ve gotten an answer for you. Don’t marry that man.”
I stared at her, not sure if I heard her right. ” Gloria, plea-se.”
” Im Serious,” she snapped. ” Look, I Know I’m a sinner and I ain’t fit for heaven. Who knows, if I die tonight, I’m sure I’m heading straight to hell. Unlike you, I’m a bad girl and I don’t give a hoot about it but it’s fine. One thing I’m sure of is that that guy they brou-ght for you to marry, that pastor’s adopted son, is not the guy for you. Use your head, Cynthia. Don’t let religion get into your head Soo easily to blot out your thinking faculty.”
” Speak for yourself,” I retorted. ” You go out with unknown strange men. Men who should be seen with caution and warning. So what’s wrong with this man my pastor has a revelation about?”
Gloria’s raised her hands in the air. ” It’s called a hustle, sweetheart. I go out there to get money to eat and pay my fees not to go look for a husband. A husband is different from the many men I’ve hang around with. These men, I go out with them to have fun and get something to eat. But when my husband comes and I’m sure it’s gonna take a long time, I’ll be re-ady. You’re just twenty-two. You don’t nee-d a husband right now.”
” So what happens if eventually God did want me to marry him?” I asked, knowing how good Gloria was at debates and arguments.
” I’m not God but I’d advice you to not go ahead with marrying this man. Take it slow and steady. Look, I’m not perfect but I like you. You’re one damn kind, nice girl. I’ve got experiences with many men so I know the drill. I don’t want you to suffer the same fate I’ve seen many women suffer in the hands of cruel men.”
Lucy wasn’t saying anything. She was staring at her foot, lost in thoughts. I wondered what went on in her head.
She was supposed to say something. She always says something.
” Lucy?” I called.
She didn’t look at me. ” I think I side with Gloria this time.”
My eyebrows drawn down into an arc. ” Well, I still think you two are wrong.”
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Lucy’s POV:
“Well, my pastor says he’s my future husband. In a revelation, we’re meant to be together.”
Those were Cynthia’s words. I hadn’t thought of it this much but it seemed like Cynthia was going to get knotted to this guy. It wasn’t really her fault but still, I felt like it was just too soon.
For a long time ever since I got to know her, Cynthia had always been kind to me. I’m a lousy cook but whenever we’re around, I learnt a lot from her. A day c@m£ when I was seriously sick, she took care of me, made sure I was well fed and that I took my drugs faithfully. She even prayed for me. Unlike the rest of the girls in my room, Cynthia un-derstands me. It just seems like a heartbreak to see her go like that to a stranger she just met yesterday.
It was because of Cynthia that I hadn’t relocated to a different ap@rtment since I got here a year ago. It was because of her, I ba-rely eat without her cooking. It’s because of her I enjoyed listening to her Stories.
It’s because of her that I refused to have a b©yfri£nd.
I was younger than her and a baby to everyone who gazed upon me. But Cynthia gets me. She un-derstands my mood and flow. Truth is, I don’t want her to get married.
If only she was a man!
It was 9.pm. I lolled on my be-d, still wi-de awake. I sprawled out there on my be-d, straining my ears from the be-d beside me.
Bella, Priscilla and Gloria were all out. We were alone again. At this stage, I felt a disturbing urge. An urge that’s been growing inside me whenever I sle-pt next to Cynthia.
Turning my face, I turned my head to gaze upon Cynthia, slee-ping peacefully in her pyjamas.
I imagined her without the clothes. The ever erecting n!ppl!s, the fire of de-sire always radiating from me to her, her very feminine special scent.
Cynthia was fast asleep. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I’ve been holding it for far too long.
I sli-pped into her be-d, lying next to her without ma-king a sound. I was in the bloody mood. This was crazy. I didn’t believe I was doing this.
My hands went up to her br**st and cautiously ca-ressed it. I shivered as she moved a little.
This was stupid. What I’m I doing? What if she wakes up? I waited for a while then tried again.
Cynthia was still de-ep in sleep. I wasn’t sure if I should continue this. Yet i continued.
My hands began un-bu-ttoning her pyjamas shi-t. I didn’t want to bu-tton it down to her ñ@v£l.
The looks of her pink br@ filled me with lvst. I’ve never lvsted after a girl like this before. That’s what makes Cynthia special.
pu-lling the br@ upwards, her small br**sts boing before my face. I’ve seen her n-ked numerous of times, but with her all alone before me, without anyone else in the house but the two of us, made her n-kedness more intimating and exciting.
Her n!ppl!s were small but very pointy and bouncy. Pas-sing my ton-gue against myl-ips, I leaned forward and li-cked a n!ppl!. The s£nation that ran throu-gh my spine, caused me to rear back and watched longingly at her two small pair of br**st. I gr@bb£d a pair and squee-zed it gently. Cynthia made a soft low m0@n that was as dreamy as a narcotic add!çt.
I was about to untied her pyjamas trou-sers when I heard footsteps coming from the doorway. I stiffened, rearing back in shock.
Priscilla unlocked the door with her key and barged into the room, sobbing like a little child. I heard her slammed the door shut and turned to my direction.
All she saw was me, slee-ping peacefully on the other be-d next to Cynthia with Cynthia’s pyjamas shi-t bu-ttoned up to its usually position and her blanket, covering her to her chin.
But Priscilla didn’t mind all these. She walked up to where I la-id, threw away her bag far across the room and fell on the be-d face flat, crying like a sick duck, her face on her pillow.
I heard her crying but I felt no sympathy for her. I was mad at her for barging in and ruining my whole chance of ma-king love to Cynthia.
She was still crying. I closed my eyes and cursed her.
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TBC
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