Chapter 45: Home Sweet Hotel
"Are you alright" The female officer
immediately rushed to him and inspected the wound on his shoulder. It was when she came close to him that Omari got a better look at her face.
She had blonde hair that was tied into a messy bun. Her eyes were emerald colored and her face was well... she was beautiful, Omari would give her that, but there were multiple small scars on her face but they didn't diminish her beauty in the slightest.
"Yeah" Omari muttered. He winced as the female officer pressed his room.
"Can you manage to walk, our squad car is parked just outside the alley" The officer said.
"But what about the sirens?" Omari asked naively.
The female officer chuckled. "Like we would turn on the sirens so that the criminals would know we're coming. Not everything is as they seem in movies kid" She replied. "My name is Anne by the way"
"Omari" Omari responded with his own name. He let Anne support him as he made his way to the police squad car.
...
"Omari!" Ayanfe screamed as soon as he saw Anne helping Omari walk in. He ran over to where Omari was, hoping to check on his friend. Anne didn't allow him access and said that Omari needed to rest.
After a bunch of police formalities such ad giving a statement and the rest, Omari was given first aid treatment and was given a ride along with Ayanfe back to the hotel.
"Omari! What happened?!" Jack was the first person to see Omari. He was in the reception when he caught sight of Omari.
Although Omari's shoulder wound was neatly wrapped and wouldn't be visible as he had clothes worn over it, he was currently walking with Ayanfe's support, and his clothes couldn't hide the purple spots on his face, formed as a result of his 'clash' with the robber.
"Should I tell the manager or something". He turned to Ayanfe. " What happened? Did you two fight"
Omari chuckled when he heard Jack's question. How did he expect Ayanfe to leave him in such a state after a fight and have little to no damage. Then again, it's not as if his first thought would be that he was robbed.
"He wishes" Omari said. "If we had a fight then the roles would be reversed"
"Then what the fuck happened?!" Jack screamed.
"I was robbed" Omari shrugged.
"What?!" He turned to Ayanfe. "Is this a prank?"
"As much as I wish it was, he's telling the truth. A bunch of street robbers probably after a heavy purse. They must've seen his get up and guessed that he had lots of money" Ayanfe said. "They weren't wrong though, but they can after he'd spent all his money"
Jack sighed. "We have to tell the manager"
Omari shrugged. If wasn't as If Jurg wasn't going to find out about it anyways.
Ayanfe relinquished the job of supporting Omari to Jack and went to his room while Jack took Omari to Jurg's room.
After a few minutes of pain and torture for both men, they finally got to Jurg's room. Jack knocked on the door and after waiting for a few seconds, the door finally opened.
"What do you... Oh shit!" Jurg took one look at Omari and sighed. "Come sit inside"
Jack supported Omari inside and led him to a bed, sitting him on it.
Omari sucked in some air when he saw the interior of Jurg's room. Even though the club provided acceptable accommodation for the players, the difference between the quality of their rooms and Jurg's was just too much.
The size of Jurg's room was at least two times as large as Omari and Jack's room. Not toentkon that Omari and Jack together made it two people sleeping inside the room while Jurg was just a person.
Jurg's room had a better decor. The way the room was painted and arranged had more quality when compared to Omari and Jack's room.
There were various ornaments and paintings placed at strategic parts of the room, amplifying the beauty of the room, or rather increasing the feeling of oppression which Omari was currently battling with..
"What happened?" Jurg asked. "Who did you get in a fight with?" He didn't even wait for Omari to settle himself inside the room.
Jack placed Omari on the bed and heaved a sigh of relief now that he was free from the burden of Omari's weight.
"No, I did not get in a fight" Omari said in a voice that signified that he was offended at Jurg for thinking such of him. "I was robbed"
Jurg sucked in some air and was silent for a few seconds. "Of course, he muttered after some seconds" He turned to Jack. "Call everyone and tell then to get back here immediately"
Jack nodded and brought out his phone. He walked to a corner of the room and dialled a njmber.
"You, you'll be given a two week holiday from training, assuming your father decides not to sue Middlesbrough because of your little incident" Jurg said. "When we get back, I'm going to accompany you home. I need to have a talk with Cris"
Omari was shocked at the fact that Jurg knew his dad's name for a few seconds. Then he remembered his dad telling him that he and Jurg were once friends.
"And you'll be sleeping here tonight" Jurg said.
Omari opened his mouth to ask Jurg where he would sleep if he slept on his bed. After a few seconds of thoughts, he realized that a few seconds were better left unasked. As such, he shut his mouth.
"I'll be sleeping on the couch by the way" Jurg said as if he read Omari's. mind.
Omari nodded and rubbednhis nose awkwardly before leaning back on the bed.
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