Bitch

Episode 30

People don’t just hate because they want to,
they hate because they don’t undertand. In
simple and direct words – they hate what they
don’t understand – soCHISTAR.

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“Her eyes, her eyes – makes the stars look like
their not shinning/ her hair, her hair – falls
perfectly without her trying/ she’s so beautiful,
and I tell her everyday/ I know, I know – when
I complement her, she won’t believe me/ and
its so, its so – sad to think that she don’t see
what I see/ but every time she ask me, do I
look okay? I’ll say…” Were the lyrics of
Brunomars – Just the way you are that
Jummy murmured to her self as she left the
bedroom to join John in the sitting room.
She expected John to turn and look at her
while she stood at the entrance but he didn’t,
he was already busy with the brandy, for a
second, Jummy regretted offering him the
drinks before going to change, but then again,
it wasn’t such a bad idea, she thought.
She had to walk to his front before he actually
saw her.

From John point of view, he just stared at the
most beautiful and curvy woman in the whole
wide world. Jummy was wearing a pink see
through gown that was just slightly above her
kneels, and to top it, she wore only a pair of
sparkling white p@anties under it, so John
could see her huge cups and the protruding
black n1pples which stood at attention just at
the front of the cups.

John had severally pictured Jummy naked
mentally and the pictures hadn’t been a nice
one. Jummy was chubby, she had a lot of
flesh and was pretty huge, so he had expected
a stomach filled with stretch marks and
sagging boobs, not like that mattered much to
him though, but well, that was just his
thoughts.

After a long minute of dead silence – if a pin
had dropped, the sound would have been
heard, Jummy finally spoke. “Hello John,” she
tried to sound as seductive as she could,
slowly pronouncing the name.

John looked down at the bulge down low and
sighed, he didn’t even know he had gotten
erect.

“Hello Jummy,” John replied in a failed
attempt of sounding seductive.
Jummy smiled, and walked closer to John, she
took the half filled glass of brandy from his
hand, “let’s keep this aside for a while,” she said, and dropped the glass on the table
beside the couch.

She sat on his laps, facing him and before
John could say John Mikel Obi, Jummy leaned
over and kissed him lightly, then quickly
disengaged from his lips, she waited to see
what would happen next.

As expected, John leaned towards her, and
kissed her, and this time Jummy responded by
kissing back, for several minutes they
‘Frenched’ kiss each other.

As the kissed, John suddenly placed his
hands on Jummy’s waist and slowly moved it
upwards till he got to the cups, they were too
big for his hands to hold so he expertly
grabbed them from under and sq££zed
upward, Jummy m0aned inaudibly and John
knew he was doing pretty well.

He kissed her harder to suppress the m0an
and he sq££zed harder, Jummy couldn’t hold
it anymore so she stopped him and stood up,
in one quick movement, she removed the
gown… Lo and Behold, the twin towers were
let loose.

She bent over and grabbed John’s hand as he
stared sheepishly with his mouth wide open,
she cat walked to the bedroom while literally
dragging him right behind her.

As she walked into the bed room, she pushed
him down on the bed and bent over to un-
buckle his jeans, she must have had a lot of
experience in removing guys jeans because it
took her nothing less than five seconds to
remove the jeans and throw it on the TV set
which hung at the southern wall, she grabbed
his d–k through the boxers and wanked it,
then without removing it she crawled upward
and kissed him again, she moved to his ear
and bit it slightly, John m0aned, he had no
idea bitting of the ear could give such
pleasure.

He voluntarily removed his shirt and left just
the boxers.

Jummy love where this was head and was
super h—y, as she kissed him, she let her free
hand wander downwards to the boxer and just
when she was about to slide her hands into
it…

“Wait!” John suddenly said.

Jummy paused and gave him an inquiring
look.

John sighed and shrugged, he pushed lightly
her off his body and sat upright on the bed,
“we can’t do this,” he said.

“Why not? I want it, you want it so what’s all
the fuss about?” Jummy asked getting really
confused, or was it sad? She didn’t know
exactly how she felt.

“I love you too much Jummy, I’ll prefer if we
get married before we do anything.” John
said.

Jummy was shocked at John’s reply, in a
good way. Jummy couldn’t believe her luck,
John was romantic, rich, funny, a christian
and now he just proved how much respect he
had for her?
She sat up right beside John and pecked him,
“I love you too.”

John turned to look at her in the eyes, and
Jummy assumed he was about to say
something romantic, “it you don’t put on
something now, I might not be able to resist
you twice.” He said and they both laughed out
loud.

It was a nice night for Jummy and she didn’t
want to spoil it so she settled for dropping a
letter be she left for China the next day and
apologise over the phone, he would definitely
forgive her, or so she thought.

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Cristiano Ronaldo ran so fast that Usain Bolt
would have felt threatened, he had just
received a perfect through ball from Xabi
Alnoso and he was in a great position to
score, but he just had to beat Puyol, Pique
and Victor Valdes who were the last line of
defence. Puyol saw Ronaldo coming and
quickly ran forward to stop him before he
entered the box 18, Ronaldo saw him and just
as Puyol was about to slide, he executed the
perfect snake bite technique and gave Puyol
enough space to fall down on the floor. The
Madrid fans in the stands roared at this as
they could smell a goal. Just Pique and
Valdes to beat, Ronaldo pressed forward,
Pique was wise not to plunge forward so he
stood his grounds and let Ronaldo run to him,
that was his mistake. Ronaldo counted the
“leg over” move the first time, Pique still
stood, he counted same move the second time,
Pique still stood and as he counted it the
third time, he added a little “cutting” and ran
past Pique who still stood, the fans bursted
out in laughter as Pique stood marvelled and
wondering where Ronaldo passed, the naughty
cameramen focused the camera at Shakira
who stood at the stands laughing at her
husband, but quickly composed herself as she
saw the camera was on on her. Ronaldo had
just Valdes to beat this time, without thinking
much about it, he kicked the ball to the far
end of the post where he knew it would take a
magic trick to save Valdes, Valdes knew this
and didn’t even bother diving for the ball…
AND ITS A GOAL!!! The commentator screamed
as the whole stadium went wild with madrid
fans jumping and screaming in joy.

Zainab switched off the station and went
straight to the bathroom. It was tuesday
morning and she had to prepare for work, she
had purposely woken up early so as to watch
a little sport before she prepared for work, she
knew she was going to be directing a lot of
sporting shows and decided it would be best if
she started liking sports and what better way
that to watch a classical match between
Barcelona and Real Madrid, she knew if that
wasn’t enough for her to get her interest in
football, nothing else will… The good news
was that she was impressed by the drama
that came with football and decided to start
watching more matches.

In no time, she was dressed and on her way to
work.

She got to work and just as the previous day,
Michael the intern handed her the file which
contained her To-Do-List for the day. She
gracefully took it and walked to her office, she
dropped her hand bag on the desk and
immediately started going through the file.

She picked up the green sheets and saw she
had a soap opera to direct in few minutes
time, she quickly went through the plot and
headed to Studio C where the shot was taking
place.

She wasn’t so bothered this time because she
herself was an actress who had starred in
many movies and soap operas, so she knew
one or two things about acting, likewise
directing.

She opened the door of the studio and walked
straight in, she was confronted with a huge
room filled with people and a green stage up
front. Pieces of armours and swords were
littered all over the place and shirt-less actors
paraded the room, trying to memorise their
lines, some were practising how to fight with a
blunt swords. It seemed like a gladiator
Roman Empire movie. And it was apparently
going to be the first from Nigeria, “Nice,”
Zainab sighed in approval.

She picked up a public address system, “hello
everyone.”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and
turned to look at Zainab who was already
standing on a podium.

“I’m Zainab Anderson and I’m the new overall director, please who is in charge here?” She asked.

One of the actors who was wearing an armour
and practising how to swing a sword turned
over to Zainab and removed the helmet, “I am
in…” He wanted to say but paused in shock as
he saw who asked.

Zainab was surprised as well, and paused for
a bit, she didn’t want to cause a scene so she
quickly spoke up, “okay, good. Can I speak
with you?” She asked.

“Ye… Yea, sure.” He stuttered. He dropped the sword and helmet on the table that was
nearby and screamed “everyone please
continue what you were doing,” he walked
toward Zainab.

“Zainab, what are you doing here?” He asked
as he got close to her.

“I should be asking you that. Is this a
coincedence or is it your way of making sure I
don’t run before our supposed date this
weekend? I still recall you threathened to
kidnap me.” Zainab asked with a grin, a
confused grin.

It was Henry.

In life, there are certain inevitable things.
Things like falling in love or hating someone,
things like having friends and enemies, things
like having a heartbreak and being betrayed.
Sometimes, we get to experience this things
once in a life time, other times we don’t, but
the major point is they must happen to all of
us.

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WEDNESDAY MORNING, 5:06AM.

The ridiculously loud sound of the bed-side
alarm, blaring like a hysterical police siren
woke Jummy up the next morning.

Without opening her eyes, she stretched hands
to the bed-side table and pushed the alarm of
the table so vigorously that it flew an
incredible distance away from from its initial
position. It immediately went quiet and it was
certain that it had broken into pieces.

Jummy sighed, that was the third alarm she
was buying this month and the previous two
had all spoilt in the same pattern. She knew
she needed to wake up early and her idea of
early was 6 – 7AM, not the usual 5AM she
seemed to be waking up more often nowadays,
thus the alarm.

She stretched her arms and rolled on the bed
only for her body to collide with someone else,
then she recalled the whole event of the
previous night with John, she smiled. They
hadn’t had s-x persay, but what they did gave
almost the same pleasure, John sure knew
how to ‘work’ her.

She sat upright and picked up her white
Blackberry 9780 in which the led was already
blinking which only meant she had a message,
she unlocked it and saw she had over six
messages from BBM, thirty two from
whatsapp, three from wechat and four emails,
all in one night.

What’s wrong with all this whatsapp people?
Don’t they sleep at night? Jummy lamented in
frustration, there was no way she was going to
read all those messages now, she went to her
mail instead.

One of the mails was from Zainab who just
wanted to check on her, Jummy guess Zainab
must have pinged her and when she got no
reply, she sent a mail, she quickly replied the
mail telling Zainab a summary of everything
that has been happening in her life, work had
been tedious for both of them and they didn’t
have much time to hang out as often as
before.

The next two were from a certain Bridget
Handson, with the topic “Donations.” Jummy
smirked, she knew it was a scam message
from all those hungry scammers who lacked
new ideas. She read it anyway and noticed she
was right as the message contained
something about giving Jummy six million US
dollars to donate to churches and orphanage
because the supposed owner, Bridget Handson
was about to pass on and wants to help
people with her money before she died,
Jummy deleted the message immediately.

The last mail was from Stephen, and it
contained all the details of their trip that was
that morning, Jummy quickly scanned the
message and ran to the bathroom, she had
almost forgotten she had to be at the airport
by 6:30AM.

In less that thirty minutes, she was dressed
and set to go, she dropped a note telling John
where she was going and how sorry she was.

She went out of the house, entered her car and
zoomed off to the airport.

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They both stared at each other in silence for a
long minute in silence, they seemed to both be
people of very few words as just the other day
they did a similar thing over the phone. The
competition of who would talk first. But this
was a slightly different case.

“That question wasn’t rhetorical,” Zainab said as she noticed Henry obviously wasn’t
planning on answering her anytime soon.

“Err.. What question?” Henry asked, looking
serious.

Zainab sighed. “are you stalking me?” She
rephrased and summarised the previous
question.

Henry bursted out loud into an uncontrollable
laughter, his laughter was infectious and
Zainab found herself laughing too even though
she didn’t really get what was so hilarious.

“Me? Stalking you?” Henry asked in a mocking tone. “I told you I was a writer the last time we saw, didn’t I?”
“Yes you did, and you also said you were an
hairdresser, you never said you were and actor
too, so are you stalking me?”
“Well, apparently, I wrote this screenplay and
Mr Tunde instructed that I directed the movie
myself since no one else would understand the
plot as the person who wrote it.” Henry gave a
proud grin that reminded Zainab about
Barrister Boniface. “Just so you know, I’m not really acting any important role… Hell!” He
exclaimed, “I’m not even going to say a word.”

Zainab wasn’t convinced yet, “so why are you wearing an armour costume and I recall that you were swinging a sword when I walked into the studio.”

“Its a war movie, and war movies need
warriors and warrior are made up of people.
I’m not taking any serious role, I’ll just fight in the supposed war and I’ll probably be one of those that would be killed.” His tone was low,
he didn’t seem to excited about dying in his
own movie.

Zainab smiled and gave a sigh of relief, she
had been convinced, “so how long is this
movie going to be shot?”
“Its meant to take three months, but
considering the fact that we have been acting
this movie since nine weeks before you came, I
guess we have just three more weeks before
we would be done with the blockbuster.”

Henry grinned.

Zainab went mute for a minute, thinking about
something.

Just as if Henry had read her mind, he said,
“so I guess this means we would be seeing a
lot of each other for the next three weeks?”
Zainab didn’t reply and looked away as Henry
grinned in excitement.

“Ma’am, If that would be all, I’ll like to return back to duty.” He said in a mocking tone.

“You don’t have to call me ma’am.” Zainab replied.

Henry just winked and walked away leaving
Zainab standing there, probably perplexed.
“Step two accomplished.” Henry murmured
inaudibly as he picked up his sword and
continued swinging it.

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John finally woke up around 9AM. He let out
a record breaking yawn which lasted for
almost two minutes then just as he closed his
mouth, her farted and quickly grinned at the
thought of Jummy hearing that or at worst,
perceiving it.

He had expected a punch or instant reaction
from Jummy who he thought was still by his
side so he braced himself for whatever she had
under her sleeves, but after a few seconds of
waiting and nothing happened, he stretched
his hands to Jummy’s side of the bed and
tapped it but felt no one, he quickly opened
his eyes and looked at the bed side only to
find out that he was the only one in the room.
“Jumoke!” He yelled, thinking she was
somewhere in the house.

Getting no reply, he stood up and walked
round the house in search of her, convinced
she was definitely not in the house, he walked
back to the room wondering where Jummy had
gone so early.

He decided to call her and that was when he
saw it. Lying comfortably on the table, with
his phone placed on top to make sure it isn’t
blown away, was the note Jummy wrote.

Jummy wrote:

Hi J,
I don’t know exactly how to say this that I
won’t sound unfair so I’ll just be very blunt
and direct.

I’m off to China for an important official
meeting, recall the one I told you of yesterday
on phone? Well the date was changed to
today. I’m so sorry for leaving so early without even telling you about it. I wanted to tell you last night but we were having such a good time that I didn’t want to spoil the moment.

I’m really sorry and I hope you forgive me.

I’ll try and call you when my flight land, please don’t be mad at me, with love – J. (Isn’t it funny how our names both start with J?) He read it and with a great sigh of
disappointment, he tore the letter and leaned
back on the bed.

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Jummy got to the airport on time and met
with Stephen who was already there waiting.

Unfortunately for them, there was a delay due
to bad weather conditions so they had to wait
till the weather got better and became plane
friendly.

The airport was cool due to the massive
airconditorners that were placed at strategic
places all over the airport and Jummy was
feeling cold and felt the need of being cuddled,
she kept her distance from Stephen to make
sure she didn’t even give him a hint.

Stephen noticed this weird behaviour of
Jummy and decided to tease her a little.

He turned to his right and spotted a lady
sitted all alone just two chairs away from his,
he waved at her and she smiled back. She was
obviously cold as she wrapped her arm round
herself while wearing a thick fur coat.

“You cold?” Stephen asked her loudly, making sure Jummy could hear everything he was saying.

She nodded in approval.

“Do you believe in magic?”. Stephen asked.
The lady was confused, she wondered what
that question had got to do with her being
cold, she shook her head in disapproval
anyway.

“Well you should because I’m a magician. I
can make you feel warm instantly if you want.”
He said with a grin.

She looked at him interested, and gave
Stephen the go ahead nod, merely out of
curiosity, she knew there was no way Stephen
was a magician. She also needed the
company.

“You have to do two thing for me first for the
magic to work.”
“What’s that?” She finally asked, she had a
nice voice and Stephen noticed this.

“Well, one is, I can’t do magic without the
person being close to me and two, I’ll need
your name.” Stephen grinned widely.

Jummy who had been eavesdropping sighed in
disgust, what a lame pickup line she thought.
The lady smiled and asked him to come over
which he did, she turned to him and said, “You
aren’t really a magician, are you?”
Stephen shook his head to signify “NO,” he
was still grinning.

The lady giggled, “you men sure have your
ways, I’m Amaka anyway.”

“Hmmm, Amaka, that’s my junior sister’s
name.” Stephen lied, he had not sister at all,
let alone a junior one.

“Really?” The lady asked sarcastically, she had heard that line before.

“Yea, and I’m Stephen. What are you doing
here at the airport anyway?”
“I’m waiting for my flight.”
“Where are you heading too?”
“That’s too much info.” She replied and
winked at Stephen.

The conversation seemed to be getting more
interesting and it annoyed Jummy, she
stopped eavesdropping and picked her phone.
Zainab had replied her mail and Zainab also
told her about Henry and their plans this
weekend, she asked if Jummy could come with
her to the date with Henry, bringing John of
course.

Jummy loved the idea, a double date was
something she had fantasised about severally
but it seemed far-fetched as they never really
had the time or the perfect guys… Now they
did, or so she thought.

She knew her trip to China would make it
impossible this weekend but there would be
other times.

Stephen phone suddenly rang as he spoke to
Amaka and after a few ‘yes sir’ and ‘no sir,’
he hung up and turned to Jummy, “the trip
has been postponed till next week. I’ve just
been told the Chinese investors are trying to
concluded a project before embarking on
ours.”

“So what would have happened if we were on
the plane already?”
“Well, we aren’t on the plane. You can take
the day off and resume work tomorrow, when I
get more info about the trip, I’ll let you know.”

Stephen said and turned back to Amaka, “so
where are you from?” He asked.

Jummy picked her trolley and happily went
out of the airport, she was going straight to
John’s house to apologise.

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Jummy had considered calling John first but
she knew he would probably not pick, so she
decided to surprise him. Besides, what’s the
use of him giving her a spare key to his house
if he didn’t want her to pop in any time she
felt like.

As she parked her car at the front of his house
she smiled at the thought of eventually having
that double date with John, alongside Zainab
and Henry, she felt it would be nice.

She quickly stepped out of the car and walked
straight into the compound, the gate man
already knew her so he let her through without
any complains.

She walked into the apartment and saw the
sitting room was empty, she called John’s
name out twice and got no response so she
assumed he wasn’t home, she decided to go
and freshen up at the bathroom in his
bedroom.

She removed her jacket and threw it on the
chair, she headed to the bedroom.

She heard weird sounds but the sound was
too low for her to predict what was going on,
she opened the door and got the shocker of
her life.

John and Samuel were doing what made God
destroy Sodom and Gomorah with brimstone
and fire. Standing stark naked, Samuel bent
over on all four while John slowly inserted and
withdrew his private organ from Samuel’s rare end.

They were both sweating and seemed to be
enjoying every bit of it.