Bitch

Episode 31

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.