Chapter 49b
(Meanwhile, Kola had gone back to Bukola talking to her...)
KOLA : hope you're enjoying yourself?
BUKOLA : yeah...em....Kola
KOLA : yes?
BUKOLA : I didn't like what you just did....introducing me to your
friends as your very special friend...
KOLA : yes, that's because you're my very special friend...it wasn't like I introduced you as my fiancée did I?
BUKOLA : you can't possibly do that...
KOLA : (cuts in)...not yet, right?
BUKOLA : don't be ridiculous...I have a....
(They were interrupted by Kurt...)
KURT : em....Bukola, sorry about that...
BUKOLA : (turning to Kurt)...why apologizing, all because your wife came to...
KURT : (cuts in)...she's not my wife...please, can we go
somewhere to talk?
BUKOLA : how can you deny your wife...
KURT : (cuts in)...she's not my wife for God's sake Bukola....
KOLA : em.....Kurt, this lady here is my guest. I didn't bring her
here just so you can bother her, so please, let her be.
BUKOLA : yeah, let me be.
KURT : Kola, stay out of this...
KOLA : no I can't. This is my house. This is my party, not yours, so
bug off.
KURT : Kola...(Changes his mind about what he wants to say, in
order not to create a scene)....anyway.....(Walks away quietly)
BUKOLA : (not feeling so good with the way Kola spoke to
Kurt)....you know what? I really want to go home now.
KOLA : oh come on.....its just 7:30pm....it not like you're going to
work tomorrow...
BUKOLA : yeah...I'm not feeling too good.
KOLA : let me take you to my room so you can rest...you know I
can't leave my guests here and take you home....
BUKOLA : no, no, no, its okay. Don't bother...I'll just be here with
Suz for a while, before going home.
KOLA : alright. Let me know if you need something...
BUKOLA : okay...(Moves closer to Susan)
SUSAN : I guess you like what is going on, right? You're enjoying
the rift between them, isn't it?
BUKOLA : not really....I don't...
SUSAN : (cuts in)...isn't that want you want?
BUKOLA : oh come on Suz, its not like I'm enjoying it...
SUSAN : hmm.....you know they're friends, coming between them
isn't good...
BUKOLA : I know, and I feel so bad about it already...
SUSAN : its okay...I understand...(Hugging her)...its okay....(She
sees Lara with some of the guests)....what's with the Chic....
BUKOLA : his wife?
SUSAN : you know, looking at her very well now, she kinda looks
familiar...
BUKOLA : she was at the reunion...
SUSAN : not that, I know I've seen her somewhere or so...but can't
place it.
BUKOLA : hmm...
SUSAN : he tried talking to you right?
BUKOLA : yeah...but I refused.
SUSAN : but why? Come on, talk to him, let's hear him out. He may
have something reasonable to say...
BUKOLA : can you imagine...?
SUSAN : tell me...
BUKOLA : he said he's not married.
SUSAN : hmm....then I think you should hear him out then.
BUKOLA : hmm...
(Meanwhile at Stan's corner...)
STAN : what's going on? Don't let this bring an argument between
you and Kola. I saw what happened just now.
KURT : just watch and see...
(The party went on quietly. At around past eight, Kola decided to
go and drop Bukola. He excused himself from some of his guests,
leaving them behind.
Kurt has being keeping an eye on him and Bukola. Immediately he
noticed that Bukola has said her farewell, he quickly whispers to
Stan....)
KURT : Stan, please I need to use your car right away.
STAN : (surprised)...why?
KURT : Kola is leaving and I want to go with him. I need to know
where Bukola's house is and talk to her.
STAN : you didn't bring a car?
KURT : Kola knows my car and he was an FBI agent for sometime
remember, he knows much about being followed...
STAN : that's true. But this night...
KURT : (cuts in)...come on Stan, I need to do it now. If I don't get
back before you leave, here's my car keys....(Tucks his car keys
into Stan's hand) its the Silver BMW i8.
STAN : (shaking his head)...okay...(Smiling)...Bukola stays at
Ikeja, Davis street omole estate.....remember the building we kept
the studio materials?
KURT : (still watching Bukola and Kola)...the one with the
basement?
STAN : exactly....her street is behind the building, her house is at
the far end of the street....go, get there before him...(Giving him
his own car key)...I brought the same Bentley coupe we both
ordered.
KURT : okay...thanks man!....(About to leave but felt Stan's hand
on him again)...what is it again Stan?
STAN : find your way there quickly, I'll delay them a little while
longer for you.
KURT : great...(Leaves quickly)
(As Kurt was leaving, Stan quickly locates Kola and calls his
attention)
KOLA : hey Stan, I was on my way out. Can't we do this some
other time?
STAN : I need Jack's number ASAP. I need him to get me someone
to start the trail on B in LA.
KOLA : but Jack is in Indiana.
STAN : is he still with the agency?
KOLA : no. His cover was blown...okay Stan, I'll send his number
to you tomorrow.
STAN : (seeing that Kurt has gone out of the house)...okay, please
don't forget.
KOLA : you can call to remind me tomorrow.
STAN : I'll sure do that...and heyn happy birthday, we may not be
here by the time you get back.
KOLA : really...?
STAN : yeah...
KOLA : alright then. Thanks for coming man...(Giving him a hug)
STAN : anytime man, anytime.
(Quickly Kurt who had gone out of the house locates Stan's car
and drives away before Kola and Bukola came out.
Meanwhile, Kola leads Bukola to the car and drives her home....)
KOLA : hope you had fun?
BUKOLA : kind'f
KOLA : please pardon my friend, I know he kinda messed...
BUKOLA : (cuts in)...your friend or Your Boss, which one exactly?
KOLA : hmm....he's both. We met back in the US when I went back
for my second degree. His intelligence drew me to him. We
became really close, especially knowing we're Nigerians...that's
our story.
BUKOLA : that's how he became your friend. How did he become
your Boss?
KOLA : yeah....I handle some businesses for him here.
BUKOLA : oh really?
KOLA : yeah.
BUKOLA : what did you study?
KOLA : investigative criminology.
BUKOLA : hmm....I see...and what has that got to do with
business management?
KOLA : em...oh that...I....I only oversee some few things for him.
Not business per say....
BUKOLA : hmm....(After keeping quiet for sometime, she noticed
they are almost at her house)....Kola....
KOLA : yes ma'am?....(Parking almost opposite her house)
BUKOLA : I don't want you to take my gestures wrongly, you see
I'm in a relationship and....
KOLA : (cuts in)....I know...I mean, a beautiful girl can't be floating
without someone somewhere...but I intend to snatch you away
from your....is it fiancé or boyfriend?
BUKOLA : (shaking her)....thanks for the ride (picking up her
bag)... good night Kola....(Leaving the car, but Kola calls her
attention)
KOLA : not even a good night kiss?
BUKOLA : hell no!....(Coming down)...and a happy birthday once
again...(She closes the door behind her)
(Meanwhile, Kurt had parked about two houses away from
Bukola's house. He saw Kola when he drove past him and parked.
He stayed there watching them.
Immediately Bukola crossed the road, Kola started moving, taking
the other route out. Bukola waves at him, checking her bag for the
keys to the gate. She was still doing that when she saw someone
walking up to her and could not believe who it was...)
KURT : (walking up to her)....Bukola...
BUKOLA : (still surprised, she looks around)...what are you doing
here?
KURT : seeing you...(Standing in front of her now)....I didn't get
the chance to tell you that you look extremely beautiful today.
BUKOLA : Kurt...what is it you want from me? I've told you I don't
go around seeing married men...
KURT : (cuts in)...and I told you I'm not married...
BUKOLA : enough of that Kurt. What do you take me for? A fool?
Look, leave me alone and stop...
KURT : (cuts in)....I'm not going to leave you alone until you give
me the chance to talk to you. You and I have a lot to talk abou...
BUKOLA : (cuts in)....you and I have nothing to talk about.
KURT : (takes a deep breath)...Bukola...please just hear me out...
BUKOLA : I don't want to, don't you get?
KURT : Bukola, please...I've not been able to get you out of my
head since that day I spoke so harshly to you at the penitentiary....
BUKOLA : fine, you want to apologize for that, right? Apology
accepted...
KURT : not that way...moreover, I don't just want to apologize
alone....(Tries to hold her hand)...I know I've been unfair to you...I
stayed away for so long without getting in touch...not even a word
from me...please forgive me...please...(Holds her hand. He could
feel her trembling as he held her)
BUKOLA : em....(With tears almost in her eyes she removes her
hand from his)...I've heard you. Can I go in now?
KURT : please don't go just yet....Bukola...(Takes her hand
again)....I'm in love with you...
BUKOLA : (shocked, she removes her hand from his)...what! Kurt,
what do you take me for? You're married and you're here telling
me...
KURT : (cuts in)....I'm not married.
BUKOLA : you keep saying that...
KURT : yes...because that's the truth. I'm not married.
BUKOLA : then what of the lady and that little boy? Don't tell me
you got her pregnant and....
KOLA : no.
BUKOLA : no? Then what? How then did the child come to be? You
must have had an affair or...
KOLA : no. I've never been with any woman all my life.
BUKOLA : (surprised)...is that a joke or something...
KURT : (cuts in)...no, its not.
BUKOLA : and you want me to believe that?...I mean why telling
me? Its not as if I asked you...neither is it any of my business....
(Looking away)
KURT : I know you didn't ask me but I want you to know, so
believe it or not Bukola that's the truth.
BUKOLA : hmm...(scornfully)....then what happened? What of the
boy?
KURT : I'll tell you the story...I'll tell you everything, but please, tell
me its not too late for me to have the only woman I've ever loved,
come back into my life...please....(Holds her hand again)
BUKOLA : (takes a deep breath and looks at him in the eyes as
tears drops from her eyes)...you are...(Removing her hand from
his)...you are late....(She turns to enter inside but he pulls her
back gently)
KURT : Bukola....why? Its not like you're married...
BUKOLA : I'm seeing someone else now and...
KURT : (cuts in)...then leave him and be with me...
BUKOLA : leave him? Is it that easy?...I mean, you can't just walk
up to me, after so many years of silence, expecting me to just
jump into your arms...no. It doesn't work like that Jide.
KURT : Bukola, I know I've hurt you badly but there's a reason for
it...
BUKOLA : what reason...I mean, not even one word did I hear from
you.
KURT : I know. I know I messed up....but please, Bukola...look,
I've not been able to get you off my head ever since. My life is
incomplete without you...please...
BUKOLA : no. I waited for you but you never came...
KURT : but I'm here now.
BUKOLA : you're here now but now is late...I can't break his heart,
I can't...
KURT : can I ask you a question?
BUKOLA : what?
KURT : do you love him?
BUKOLA : what kind of question is that?
KURT : okay don't answer that...answer this...did you ever love
me?....and now, how do you feel about me....
BUKOLA : I can't answer your questions Jide....(Turning away
from him)
KURT : Bukola...why can't you answer? (Moving closer to look at
her in the eyes)...you still love me don't you?
BUKOLA : I....I....who...I never told you I did....(Trying to avoid his
eyes)
KURT : does that mean you never did?
BUKOLA : I....I....why....why are you bringing this up anyway.
You're with someone, I'm with someone too, so, whatever you feel
doesn't matter anymore...
KURT : no it does...may be not to you but to me. What I've kept
here in my heart means the world to me. It means every single
thing to me....and again I'm telling you I'm not with anybody,
neither do I plan being with any other person except you...
BUKOLA : (she noticed his words are beginning to sink into her
head)...I have to go in now...
KURT : alright....(Looking at his wristwatch).... I know its
late...when can we talk?
BUKOLA : what else do we want to talk about? I thought...
KURT : (cuts in and holds her hand)...a lot of
things...everything...moreover, now that I'm here, don't you think
we should catch up on old times...(Looking at her being so
quiet)...should I come and take you out tomorrow?
BUKOLA : (takes a deep breath, trying to hold herself from all the
emotions flushing inside her. She wished she could go with him
right there, but then she remembers Jordin and tries holding back,
not knowing what to say or what to do)...em....I....
KURT : (cuts in)...I'll pick you up tomorrow by twelve noon, okay.
BUKOLA : (found herself saying...)...okay...(Uncontrollably)
KURT : (smiles)...good night...(Leaves her hand and walks back to
the car)...yessss....finally...(He enters into the car without taking
note of a toyota avensis parked behind him. He checks his
wristwatch, its past nine. He drives back to the hotel)
(Unknown to Kurt that Lara had followed him, thinking he was
going to the hotel. When she noticed he changed his route, she
followed him and parked behind him quietly, watching every of his
moves until he finished talking to Bukola.
After Kurt left, Lara drives towards Bukola's house looking at it
very well, then she drove away)
To be continued...
(Meanwhile, Kola had gone back to Bukola talking to her...)
KOLA : hope you're enjoying yourself?
BUKOLA : yeah...em....Kola
KOLA : yes?
BUKOLA : I didn't like what you just did....introducing me to your
friends as your very special friend...
KOLA : yes, that's because you're my very special friend...it wasn't like I introduced you as my fiancée did I?
BUKOLA : you can't possibly do that...
KOLA : (cuts in)...not yet, right?
BUKOLA : don't be ridiculous...I have a....
(They were interrupted by Kurt...)
KURT : em....Bukola, sorry about that...
BUKOLA : (turning to Kurt)...why apologizing, all because your wife came to...
KURT : (cuts in)...she's not my wife...please, can we go
somewhere to talk?
BUKOLA : how can you deny your wife...
KURT : (cuts in)...she's not my wife for God's sake Bukola....
KOLA : em.....Kurt, this lady here is my guest. I didn't bring her
here just so you can bother her, so please, let her be.
BUKOLA : yeah, let me be.
KURT : Kola, stay out of this...
KOLA : no I can't. This is my house. This is my party, not yours, so
bug off.
KURT : Kola...(Changes his mind about what he wants to say, in
order not to create a scene)....anyway.....(Walks away quietly)
BUKOLA : (not feeling so good with the way Kola spoke to
Kurt)....you know what? I really want to go home now.
KOLA : oh come on.....its just 7:30pm....it not like you're going to
work tomorrow...
BUKOLA : yeah...I'm not feeling too good.
KOLA : let me take you to my room so you can rest...you know I
can't leave my guests here and take you home....
BUKOLA : no, no, no, its okay. Don't bother...I'll just be here with
Suz for a while, before going home.
KOLA : alright. Let me know if you need something...
BUKOLA : okay...(Moves closer to Susan)
SUSAN : I guess you like what is going on, right? You're enjoying
the rift between them, isn't it?
BUKOLA : not really....I don't...
SUSAN : (cuts in)...isn't that want you want?
BUKOLA : oh come on Suz, its not like I'm enjoying it...
SUSAN : hmm.....you know they're friends, coming between them
isn't good...
BUKOLA : I know, and I feel so bad about it already...
SUSAN : its okay...I understand...(Hugging her)...its okay....(She
sees Lara with some of the guests)....what's with the Chic....
BUKOLA : his wife?
SUSAN : you know, looking at her very well now, she kinda looks
familiar...
BUKOLA : she was at the reunion...
SUSAN : not that, I know I've seen her somewhere or so...but can't
place it.
BUKOLA : hmm...
SUSAN : he tried talking to you right?
BUKOLA : yeah...but I refused.
SUSAN : but why? Come on, talk to him, let's hear him out. He may
have something reasonable to say...
BUKOLA : can you imagine...?
SUSAN : tell me...
BUKOLA : he said he's not married.
SUSAN : hmm....then I think you should hear him out then.
BUKOLA : hmm...
(Meanwhile at Stan's corner...)
STAN : what's going on? Don't let this bring an argument between
you and Kola. I saw what happened just now.
KURT : just watch and see...
(The party went on quietly. At around past eight, Kola decided to
go and drop Bukola. He excused himself from some of his guests,
leaving them behind.
Kurt has being keeping an eye on him and Bukola. Immediately he
noticed that Bukola has said her farewell, he quickly whispers to
Stan....)
KURT : Stan, please I need to use your car right away.
STAN : (surprised)...why?
KURT : Kola is leaving and I want to go with him. I need to know
where Bukola's house is and talk to her.
STAN : you didn't bring a car?
KURT : Kola knows my car and he was an FBI agent for sometime
remember, he knows much about being followed...
STAN : that's true. But this night...
KURT : (cuts in)...come on Stan, I need to do it now. If I don't get
back before you leave, here's my car keys....(Tucks his car keys
into Stan's hand) its the Silver BMW i8.
STAN : (shaking his head)...okay...(Smiling)...Bukola stays at
Ikeja, Davis street omole estate.....remember the building we kept
the studio materials?
KURT : (still watching Bukola and Kola)...the one with the
basement?
STAN : exactly....her street is behind the building, her house is at
the far end of the street....go, get there before him...(Giving him
his own car key)...I brought the same Bentley coupe we both
ordered.
KURT : okay...thanks man!....(About to leave but felt Stan's hand
on him again)...what is it again Stan?
STAN : find your way there quickly, I'll delay them a little while
longer for you.
KURT : great...(Leaves quickly)
(As Kurt was leaving, Stan quickly locates Kola and calls his
attention)
KOLA : hey Stan, I was on my way out. Can't we do this some
other time?
STAN : I need Jack's number ASAP. I need him to get me someone
to start the trail on B in LA.
KOLA : but Jack is in Indiana.
STAN : is he still with the agency?
KOLA : no. His cover was blown...okay Stan, I'll send his number
to you tomorrow.
STAN : (seeing that Kurt has gone out of the house)...okay, please
don't forget.
KOLA : you can call to remind me tomorrow.
STAN : I'll sure do that...and heyn happy birthday, we may not be
here by the time you get back.
KOLA : really...?
STAN : yeah...
KOLA : alright then. Thanks for coming man...(Giving him a hug)
STAN : anytime man, anytime.
(Quickly Kurt who had gone out of the house locates Stan's car
and drives away before Kola and Bukola came out.
Meanwhile, Kola leads Bukola to the car and drives her home....)
KOLA : hope you had fun?
BUKOLA : kind'f
KOLA : please pardon my friend, I know he kinda messed...
BUKOLA : (cuts in)...your friend or Your Boss, which one exactly?
KOLA : hmm....he's both. We met back in the US when I went back
for my second degree. His intelligence drew me to him. We
became really close, especially knowing we're Nigerians...that's
our story.
BUKOLA : that's how he became your friend. How did he become
your Boss?
KOLA : yeah....I handle some businesses for him here.
BUKOLA : oh really?
KOLA : yeah.
BUKOLA : what did you study?
KOLA : investigative criminology.
BUKOLA : hmm....I see...and what has that got to do with
business management?
KOLA : em...oh that...I....I only oversee some few things for him.
Not business per say....
BUKOLA : hmm....(After keeping quiet for sometime, she noticed
they are almost at her house)....Kola....
KOLA : yes ma'am?....(Parking almost opposite her house)
BUKOLA : I don't want you to take my gestures wrongly, you see
I'm in a relationship and....
KOLA : (cuts in)....I know...I mean, a beautiful girl can't be floating
without someone somewhere...but I intend to snatch you away
from your....is it fiancé or boyfriend?
BUKOLA : (shaking her)....thanks for the ride (picking up her
bag)... good night Kola....(Leaving the car, but Kola calls her
attention)
KOLA : not even a good night kiss?
BUKOLA : hell no!....(Coming down)...and a happy birthday once
again...(She closes the door behind her)
(Meanwhile, Kurt had parked about two houses away from
Bukola's house. He saw Kola when he drove past him and parked.
He stayed there watching them.
Immediately Bukola crossed the road, Kola started moving, taking
the other route out. Bukola waves at him, checking her bag for the
keys to the gate. She was still doing that when she saw someone
walking up to her and could not believe who it was...)
KURT : (walking up to her)....Bukola...
BUKOLA : (still surprised, she looks around)...what are you doing
here?
KURT : seeing you...(Standing in front of her now)....I didn't get
the chance to tell you that you look extremely beautiful today.
BUKOLA : Kurt...what is it you want from me? I've told you I don't
go around seeing married men...
KURT : (cuts in)...and I told you I'm not married...
BUKOLA : enough of that Kurt. What do you take me for? A fool?
Look, leave me alone and stop...
KURT : (cuts in)....I'm not going to leave you alone until you give
me the chance to talk to you. You and I have a lot to talk abou...
BUKOLA : (cuts in)....you and I have nothing to talk about.
KURT : (takes a deep breath)...Bukola...please just hear me out...
BUKOLA : I don't want to, don't you get?
KURT : Bukola, please...I've not been able to get you out of my
head since that day I spoke so harshly to you at the penitentiary....
BUKOLA : fine, you want to apologize for that, right? Apology
accepted...
KURT : not that way...moreover, I don't just want to apologize
alone....(Tries to hold her hand)...I know I've been unfair to you...I
stayed away for so long without getting in touch...not even a word
from me...please forgive me...please...(Holds her hand. He could
feel her trembling as he held her)
BUKOLA : em....(With tears almost in her eyes she removes her
hand from his)...I've heard you. Can I go in now?
KURT : please don't go just yet....Bukola...(Takes her hand
again)....I'm in love with you...
BUKOLA : (shocked, she removes her hand from his)...what! Kurt,
what do you take me for? You're married and you're here telling
me...
KURT : (cuts in)....I'm not married.
BUKOLA : you keep saying that...
KURT : yes...because that's the truth. I'm not married.
BUKOLA : then what of the lady and that little boy? Don't tell me
you got her pregnant and....
KOLA : no.
BUKOLA : no? Then what? How then did the child come to be? You
must have had an affair or...
KOLA : no. I've never been with any woman all my life.
BUKOLA : (surprised)...is that a joke or something...
KURT : (cuts in)...no, its not.
BUKOLA : and you want me to believe that?...I mean why telling
me? Its not as if I asked you...neither is it any of my business....
(Looking away)
KURT : I know you didn't ask me but I want you to know, so
believe it or not Bukola that's the truth.
BUKOLA : hmm...(scornfully)....then what happened? What of the
boy?
KURT : I'll tell you the story...I'll tell you everything, but please, tell
me its not too late for me to have the only woman I've ever loved,
come back into my life...please....(Holds her hand again)
BUKOLA : (takes a deep breath and looks at him in the eyes as
tears drops from her eyes)...you are...(Removing her hand from
his)...you are late....(She turns to enter inside but he pulls her
back gently)
KURT : Bukola....why? Its not like you're married...
BUKOLA : I'm seeing someone else now and...
KURT : (cuts in)...then leave him and be with me...
BUKOLA : leave him? Is it that easy?...I mean, you can't just walk
up to me, after so many years of silence, expecting me to just
jump into your arms...no. It doesn't work like that Jide.
KURT : Bukola, I know I've hurt you badly but there's a reason for
it...
BUKOLA : what reason...I mean, not even one word did I hear from
you.
KURT : I know. I know I messed up....but please, Bukola...look,
I've not been able to get you off my head ever since. My life is
incomplete without you...please...
BUKOLA : no. I waited for you but you never came...
KURT : but I'm here now.
BUKOLA : you're here now but now is late...I can't break his heart,
I can't...
KURT : can I ask you a question?
BUKOLA : what?
KURT : do you love him?
BUKOLA : what kind of question is that?
KURT : okay don't answer that...answer this...did you ever love
me?....and now, how do you feel about me....
BUKOLA : I can't answer your questions Jide....(Turning away
from him)
KURT : Bukola...why can't you answer? (Moving closer to look at
her in the eyes)...you still love me don't you?
BUKOLA : I....I....who...I never told you I did....(Trying to avoid his
eyes)
KURT : does that mean you never did?
BUKOLA : I....I....why....why are you bringing this up anyway.
You're with someone, I'm with someone too, so, whatever you feel
doesn't matter anymore...
KURT : no it does...may be not to you but to me. What I've kept
here in my heart means the world to me. It means every single
thing to me....and again I'm telling you I'm not with anybody,
neither do I plan being with any other person except you...
BUKOLA : (she noticed his words are beginning to sink into her
head)...I have to go in now...
KURT : alright....(Looking at his wristwatch).... I know its
late...when can we talk?
BUKOLA : what else do we want to talk about? I thought...
KURT : (cuts in and holds her hand)...a lot of
things...everything...moreover, now that I'm here, don't you think
we should catch up on old times...(Looking at her being so
quiet)...should I come and take you out tomorrow?
BUKOLA : (takes a deep breath, trying to hold herself from all the
emotions flushing inside her. She wished she could go with him
right there, but then she remembers Jordin and tries holding back,
not knowing what to say or what to do)...em....I....
KURT : (cuts in)...I'll pick you up tomorrow by twelve noon, okay.
BUKOLA : (found herself saying...)...okay...(Uncontrollably)
KURT : (smiles)...good night...(Leaves her hand and walks back to
the car)...yessss....finally...(He enters into the car without taking
note of a toyota avensis parked behind him. He checks his
wristwatch, its past nine. He drives back to the hotel)
(Unknown to Kurt that Lara had followed him, thinking he was
going to the hotel. When she noticed he changed his route, she
followed him and parked behind him quietly, watching every of his
moves until he finished talking to Bukola.
After Kurt left, Lara drives towards Bukola's house looking at it
very well, then she drove away)
To be continued...
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