CHAPTER 50a
Kurt drove back to the hotel happily. He was so happy, he did not
bother to order for any dinner as hungry as he was, neither did he
remember he needed to go back to the party to check and return
the car to Stan. He just went back to his room.
He thought of calling Stan but he looked at the time, it was past ten
already, he decided to leave him and call him the following day.
He took his bath and retires to bed thinking out loud...)
KURT : wow...I can't believe we're gonna hook up finally...(Smiling
to himself)...this is going to be so good...(readjusts on his
bed)...hmm....I've dreamt so much about this and finally its
coming to pass...(Chuckles)...I hope I'll be able to sleep this
night...hmm...(Takes a deep breath and looks at the time, talking
to his wristwatch)...this is when you should move faster than
usual...
(He was still fantasizing when his phone rang...)
KURT : hello sir?
CALLER : Kurt, how are you?
KURT : fine sir. And you?
CALLER : very well thanks. Called to tell you that I've played my
part now.
KURT : oh that's very good then sir.
CALLER : its up to you now.
KURT : alright sir. It will be on very soon.
CALLER : alright. I'll tell you as it goes.
KURT : alright sir.
CALLER : good night then.
KURT : good night sir....(Hangs up and takes a deep breath)
............................................................................
Its very early in the morning, at Omole Estate. The bungalow
bequeathed to Miss Haastrup is the smallest of all the houses on
that street. Its a four bedroom bungalow with a compound big
enough for four cars.
The security house is empty as it has not been occupied by a gate
keeper for the past few months since the new occupant moved in.
The flowers used to beautify the house are however trimmed and
well kept, since a gardener comes once a week to tend to them.
Though its a public holiday, Bukola woke up very early. She
hardly slept throughout the night as she almost counted the hours
of the clock as it went by.
At exactly seven in the morning, she picks up her phone and dials
Susan's number...)
BUKOLA : Babe!
RECEIVER : ...(Taking sometime to speak)Bukola....
BUKOLA : don't tell me I woke you up?
RECEIVER : ...yes you did...(Obvious she's almost stretching as
she spoke on the phone)
BUKOLA : hey, its 7am...(Looking at the time)
RECEIVER : ....come on Bukola...its a public holiday and Stan is
not going to work, so I don't have to wake up and fix him
breakfast.
BUKOLA : oh that's true...anyway, guess what?
RECEIVER : tell me...
BUKOLA : Jide came after me yesterday...
RECEIVER : hey, wait I don't get...was it not Kola that took you
home?
BUKOLA : yeah, Kola did but immediately after he left, I just saw
Jide walking towards me...oh God, Susan, that was so romantic!
RECEIVER : hey, wait, wait....romantic...?
BUKOLA : come on Suz isn't that romantic? Coming after me...
RECEIVER : hmmm....
BUKOLA : hey, what are you thinking?
RECEIVER : (remembers they came home in another car)...oh
wait...the car... we came home in his car....but...
BUKOLA : (cuts in)...in his car? I don't understand...
RECEIVER : just wondering why he didn't take his car but
ours...anyway...so does that mean you guys...
BUKOLA : hey! It doesn't mean anything...
RECEIVER : hmm...okay...so tell me...what is it all about?
BUKOLA : he told me he loves me and he will do anything just for
us to be together....
RECEIVER : what? really! Then where has he been all this while?
And the girl - his wife?
BUKOLA : he said he's not really married. I guess the marriage
thing is just a farce just like his name....
RECEIVER : hmm...that's true.
BUKOLA : don't worry, he's coming to see me today so he's gonna
tell me everything.
RECEIVER : hmmm....so you guys are going for a date or what?
BUKOLA : something like that...
RECEIVER : hmm mm....make sure you gist me when you get back
o.
BUKOLA : sure I will...
RECEIVER : okay...
BUKOLA : alright, I'll talk to you later, I've got to start dressing up
now..
RECEIVER : haha...is he coming this morning?
BUKOLA : no, by 12.
RECEIVER : (laughing)....and you want to start dressing up now?
Its just past 7am! Are you preparing for your wedding or what...
(Still laughing)
BUKOLA : whatever....
RECEIVER : (laughing)...Babe you are still in love with this guy...
BUKOLA : I'll talk to you later Suz....(She hangs up, ignoring Susan's
last sentence)...
(She leaves for the bathroom to brush and bath, wishing to get ready for Kurt's visit. She was in the bathroom when she heard the bell ringing. She
quickly finished bathing and goes to get the door, looking at the
time...)
BUKOLA : who could that be, early this morning....(Picking up her
towel)...shit...I really need to get a gate keeper for God's sake. I
can't keep running in and out of the house whenever there's
someone at the door...(She wears one of her short dresses and
goes out of the house to open the gate. She was surprised at who
she saw standing there staring at her)....
STRANGER : hello...(Entering into the compound)....I'm sure you
know me very well...
BUKOLA : (shocked as she looks at the lady entering into her
house without being invited)...em...how may I help you?
STRANGER : well...I'll remind you if you can't remember...I'm
Lara, Kurt's wife. Remember me now?....oh sure...
BUKOLA : (closing the door in front of her)....what can I do for
you?
LARA : can we go in and talk?
BUKOLA : (being quite skeptical but)...okay...let's go...(Leading
her into the house)
LARA : hmm...you stay here alone?...(Looking around as they get
to the door)
BUKOLA : is that why you're here?...(Opening the door for her to
go in)
LARA : (chuckles as she enters into the house)...well....(Turns to
look at Bukola who is now giving her a ridiculous look)...I actually
came to tell you to leave my husband alone...
BUKOLA : your husband?
LARA : yeah, my husband.
BUKOLA : but....
LARA : (cuts in)...yes, I'm sure he must have told you he's not my
husband but he is. He's only trying to get away from me and our
son....he couldn't do that in the US, that's why he wants to do it
here.
BUKOLA : what are you saying?
LARA : that's the truth. So if you have any decency in you, its
better you leave my family alone.
BUKOLA : what do you mean by that? Do I look like I'm going after
your family?
LARA : oh well...after he saw you at the reunion, all hell was let
loose. He asked us to move into my parents' and didn't even come
and check on us. Our son is there crying and asking for his
father....
BUKOLA : (getting really angry with herself)...em...Lara or
whatever your name is. Please leave my house now and tell your
husband not to come after me again.
LARA : no, because he won't listen to me. You should be the one to
tell him.
BUKOLA : please leave....(Goes to open the door for her)....leave
my house please.
LARA : I'll leave...but please leave my husband alone. Okay!....
(She walks out of Bukola's house, hearing the sound of the door,
as Bukola jams it behind her. She leaves the compound, enters into
her car and drives off smiling.)
(Meanwhile, Bukola is furious at the news she just heard. She goes
back into her room crying...)
BUKOLA : I can't believe he fooled me...who does he think he is?
He can't just treat me anyhow he likes...
To be continued....
Kurt drove back to the hotel happily. He was so happy, he did not
bother to order for any dinner as hungry as he was, neither did he
remember he needed to go back to the party to check and return
the car to Stan. He just went back to his room.
He thought of calling Stan but he looked at the time, it was past ten
already, he decided to leave him and call him the following day.
He took his bath and retires to bed thinking out loud...)
KURT : wow...I can't believe we're gonna hook up finally...(Smiling
to himself)...this is going to be so good...(readjusts on his
bed)...hmm....I've dreamt so much about this and finally its
coming to pass...(Chuckles)...I hope I'll be able to sleep this
night...hmm...(Takes a deep breath and looks at the time, talking
to his wristwatch)...this is when you should move faster than
usual...
(He was still fantasizing when his phone rang...)
KURT : hello sir?
CALLER : Kurt, how are you?
KURT : fine sir. And you?
CALLER : very well thanks. Called to tell you that I've played my
part now.
KURT : oh that's very good then sir.
CALLER : its up to you now.
KURT : alright sir. It will be on very soon.
CALLER : alright. I'll tell you as it goes.
KURT : alright sir.
CALLER : good night then.
KURT : good night sir....(Hangs up and takes a deep breath)
............................................................................
Its very early in the morning, at Omole Estate. The bungalow
bequeathed to Miss Haastrup is the smallest of all the houses on
that street. Its a four bedroom bungalow with a compound big
enough for four cars.
The security house is empty as it has not been occupied by a gate
keeper for the past few months since the new occupant moved in.
The flowers used to beautify the house are however trimmed and
well kept, since a gardener comes once a week to tend to them.
Though its a public holiday, Bukola woke up very early. She
hardly slept throughout the night as she almost counted the hours
of the clock as it went by.
At exactly seven in the morning, she picks up her phone and dials
Susan's number...)
BUKOLA : Babe!
RECEIVER : ...(Taking sometime to speak)Bukola....
BUKOLA : don't tell me I woke you up?
RECEIVER : ...yes you did...(Obvious she's almost stretching as
she spoke on the phone)
BUKOLA : hey, its 7am...(Looking at the time)
RECEIVER : ....come on Bukola...its a public holiday and Stan is
not going to work, so I don't have to wake up and fix him
breakfast.
BUKOLA : oh that's true...anyway, guess what?
RECEIVER : tell me...
BUKOLA : Jide came after me yesterday...
RECEIVER : hey, wait I don't get...was it not Kola that took you
home?
BUKOLA : yeah, Kola did but immediately after he left, I just saw
Jide walking towards me...oh God, Susan, that was so romantic!
RECEIVER : hey, wait, wait....romantic...?
BUKOLA : come on Suz isn't that romantic? Coming after me...
RECEIVER : hmmm....
BUKOLA : hey, what are you thinking?
RECEIVER : (remembers they came home in another car)...oh
wait...the car... we came home in his car....but...
BUKOLA : (cuts in)...in his car? I don't understand...
RECEIVER : just wondering why he didn't take his car but
ours...anyway...so does that mean you guys...
BUKOLA : hey! It doesn't mean anything...
RECEIVER : hmm...okay...so tell me...what is it all about?
BUKOLA : he told me he loves me and he will do anything just for
us to be together....
RECEIVER : what? really! Then where has he been all this while?
And the girl - his wife?
BUKOLA : he said he's not really married. I guess the marriage
thing is just a farce just like his name....
RECEIVER : hmm...that's true.
BUKOLA : don't worry, he's coming to see me today so he's gonna
tell me everything.
RECEIVER : hmmm....so you guys are going for a date or what?
BUKOLA : something like that...
RECEIVER : hmm mm....make sure you gist me when you get back
o.
BUKOLA : sure I will...
RECEIVER : okay...
BUKOLA : alright, I'll talk to you later, I've got to start dressing up
now..
RECEIVER : haha...is he coming this morning?
BUKOLA : no, by 12.
RECEIVER : (laughing)....and you want to start dressing up now?
Its just past 7am! Are you preparing for your wedding or what...
(Still laughing)
BUKOLA : whatever....
RECEIVER : (laughing)...Babe you are still in love with this guy...
BUKOLA : I'll talk to you later Suz....(She hangs up, ignoring Susan's
last sentence)...
(She leaves for the bathroom to brush and bath, wishing to get ready for Kurt's visit. She was in the bathroom when she heard the bell ringing. She
quickly finished bathing and goes to get the door, looking at the
time...)
BUKOLA : who could that be, early this morning....(Picking up her
towel)...shit...I really need to get a gate keeper for God's sake. I
can't keep running in and out of the house whenever there's
someone at the door...(She wears one of her short dresses and
goes out of the house to open the gate. She was surprised at who
she saw standing there staring at her)....
STRANGER : hello...(Entering into the compound)....I'm sure you
know me very well...
BUKOLA : (shocked as she looks at the lady entering into her
house without being invited)...em...how may I help you?
STRANGER : well...I'll remind you if you can't remember...I'm
Lara, Kurt's wife. Remember me now?....oh sure...
BUKOLA : (closing the door in front of her)....what can I do for
you?
LARA : can we go in and talk?
BUKOLA : (being quite skeptical but)...okay...let's go...(Leading
her into the house)
LARA : hmm...you stay here alone?...(Looking around as they get
to the door)
BUKOLA : is that why you're here?...(Opening the door for her to
go in)
LARA : (chuckles as she enters into the house)...well....(Turns to
look at Bukola who is now giving her a ridiculous look)...I actually
came to tell you to leave my husband alone...
BUKOLA : your husband?
LARA : yeah, my husband.
BUKOLA : but....
LARA : (cuts in)...yes, I'm sure he must have told you he's not my
husband but he is. He's only trying to get away from me and our
son....he couldn't do that in the US, that's why he wants to do it
here.
BUKOLA : what are you saying?
LARA : that's the truth. So if you have any decency in you, its
better you leave my family alone.
BUKOLA : what do you mean by that? Do I look like I'm going after
your family?
LARA : oh well...after he saw you at the reunion, all hell was let
loose. He asked us to move into my parents' and didn't even come
and check on us. Our son is there crying and asking for his
father....
BUKOLA : (getting really angry with herself)...em...Lara or
whatever your name is. Please leave my house now and tell your
husband not to come after me again.
LARA : no, because he won't listen to me. You should be the one to
tell him.
BUKOLA : please leave....(Goes to open the door for her)....leave
my house please.
LARA : I'll leave...but please leave my husband alone. Okay!....
(She walks out of Bukola's house, hearing the sound of the door,
as Bukola jams it behind her. She leaves the compound, enters into
her car and drives off smiling.)
(Meanwhile, Bukola is furious at the news she just heard. She goes
back into her room crying...)
BUKOLA : I can't believe he fooled me...who does he think he is?
He can't just treat me anyhow he likes...
To be continued....
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