Chapitre 69: Justin's Ar-teasery
"What are we talking about this time around?" "It has to do with this celebration of her birthday. Why will she be planning such a large and extravagant party?
"C'mon, now. It is just a get-together that we are hosting here at our home. They consume food and drink while experiencing God's grace. It is definitely worth it.
She is a wonderful gift that came into my life eighteen years ago. I really should rejoice the day I received a daughter. You are aware that there are eleven members in my family, and they are all male.
Let her celebrate it. I lent her the support that she needed. She was going to part ways with me very soon. A man somewhere would end up marrying her and taking her away from me.
Who can say for sure where he would take her if a man shows up tomorrow for marriage? As soon as she marries now, I would lose all influence over her. Please allow me to spend these final years with her.
"I really hope that you train her in a way that will prevent the man from sending her back."
”Audhubillah! (I Look to God for Protection.)"
"The truth is that Petra my daughter does not bridle her tongue especially when talking to a man. She doesn't pick her words wisely before she speaks.
She says things just as they occur to her illogical mind at the time.
" If God willing, that will never come to pass. Trust me.”
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Petra was about walking in when he spotted her, she greeted him with a smile. "Come on, my sweet, come on. If loving you is a crime, then I will continue to commit it even though you are the only sugar in my tea and the only mosquito in my net.
"Awwnnn, dad, those are old school vibes." Petra stated as she walked in. The ending part was what the mom heard.
Hajiya Biliki frowned. "Never interfere in such a matter." "What's the matter with you?" She warned Petra sternly.
"She's just trying to get us into the digital age." Hajiya stood up and stormed out of the room.
”Dad.” She called.
”Chaanda.” He replied.
"Is this woman actually my mother?"
"Why would you of such things" "Did anyone else give birth to you?" The dad asked her.
"But she dislikes me." She never sees the best in me."
"She does my daughter. Your mum loves and adores you." She's only trying to help you become a better person."
”Hmmm? But....okay. I will believe you dad.
Hmmm, I came because for the money I asked for and you promised to give it to me, Dad."
"Oh....the money for your shopping?"
"Yes, father." "I assumed you had everything ready." he asked
"Yes, but I noticed some clothes from an online store and I think t hey are stunning." she said.
"How much is it?"
"Fifty ..." "Chanda You refer to N50,000 as though it's 50 Naira. Okay, I'll give you a hundred so you don't have to return for more.
"He stood up, went to a drawer, pulled out a wad of cash, and handed it to her."
”Awwwnnn. "I love you, Dad..." "I adore you, Chanda." I hope your Yarima (Prince) comes soon to pick you up.
"She pouted as if she were a child. "Ah'ahn, I'm not leaving this house." She said this as she placed the money in her bag.
He burst out laughing.
"All right, dear. Only time will tell. Have a pleasant journey."
"Thank you very much, Dad." She exited the room with excitement and joy written all over her. Mercy was waiting by the car for her.
"Look at who we have here." Mercy said as she stood beside a young man. He was twenty-one years old and very attractive.
His brocade spelled money, and his feet were neatly tucked into an expensive pair of Calzaturificio Bertozzi sandals.
This was Aazim, the son of Mr. Gulza Tanko, a former Kano State governor. When he saw her, his handsome face widened into a broad smile.
"Aazim," Petra began. "You didn't notify me that you were coming." "I messed up..." He apologized profusely. "I'm sorry, but I had to see the princess..."
"How are you doing today?" ” Alhamdulillah (Praise be to God).
"You look stunning." "Thank you very much. You arrived just as we were about to leave..."
"Mercy informed me..." She pushed open the car door.
"Then find another time to come, but make sure you call first." "You just barged in, and I despise it." He laughed.
Oh no! What would he do if he could have this girl all to himself? She was full of life! Those pupils!..... He muttered inwardly.
"When can you expect me?"
She shook her head, opened the car door, and slid inside.
”Ohhh...
On Saturday, I'll be celebrating my birthday. "You are cordially invited..." She removed three invitation cards from the glove compartment and handed them to him.
"You may bring two friends," she said. "Thank you," Aazim said, taking the cards and forcing a smile.
He wanted to be with her and talk to her, but she was so difficult to approach. His friends had forewarned him.
Petra was a girl with a volatile personality who was difficult to please and control.
I'm hoping the princess has time for me that day.
"She gave him a friendly smile. Oh my goodness! He wished he could photograph that smile. Photographs that have won photographic awards.
She had done it so effortlessly, but it appeared to be a move that a model had spent months perfecting.
This girl was tempting him. Ghazi tried but failed, but he will not fail or give up. He would persevere. Allow her to use her vintage, but he was not going to let go until she was his. He said inwardly..
"Don't be too worried or concerned, Aazim. We'll make time to talk, but keep in mind that I'm the celebrant and must.......
"You would attend to everyone except me." he completed her sentence and she laughed.
”Really?” She gave a nod with a grin...
"I'll see you later, Aazim." "Take good care of yourself." She drove away, leaving him standing there, in reverse.
Hajiya Biliki was peering through the window at them. Ya God! Please save my daughter. The housemaids and workers are terrified of her. She was venomous and domineering. She prayed for her transformation. Humility was regarded as a virtue.
They arrived at Le'Collectibles, a large store in Wuse. They walked in after leaving their car in the parking lot and after a security guard opened the door for them.
"Wecome and Thank you for visiting Le'Collectibles." A lady in formal attire said with an official smile.
"You've come to the right place. We have exclusive trending wears with high quality and low prices. Talk about Le'Collectibles when it comes to quality and top notch accessories. Please follow me........
There are Fabiana Filippi collections, Galvan, Gucci, Prada, Dolce and Gabbana collections..."
"Thank you so much." Petra intervened. "I believe we know what we want.." The lady paused, still smiling professionally, but said 'bitch!' under her breath.
"I'm delighted to hear that." She stated. "Please make sure you go round. I'm sure you'll have plenty of options."
Petra was already picking from a pile of selected wears, ignoring her. They took their time choosing. She had some extra cash on her to buy more items.
”Whoa!.” She screamed. "I adore Galvan..." Mercy noticed it. "It's a halter neck asymmetrical dress." She stated.
"It'll look great on you." A male voice spoke up. "A lovely birthday gown." "Happy birthday to us," and immediately Petra turned recognizing the voice.
Damn! This scumbag! Justin walked in with a wide grin on his handsome face and his happy attitude on full display. Petra smirked.
"What exactly are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm out shopping for my babe." he said pointing at an item. That Mirco Gaspari is stylish."
"How come you know designers?" She inquired condescendingly. "Do you not recognize me?" He made an astounded expression.
"I won best window shopper three years in a row." I occasionally come to sign autographs." Mercy laughed. Even though her friend Petra was enraged, she couldn't help but admire his ways.
"Why are you following and stalking me" "Who informed you of my birthday?" Petra inquired.
"This is like asking an ordinary British person who told him/her that Prince William was marrying Catherine Middleton when the entire world knew."
You look or feel like them......" "I am not immune to sarcasm." She shot back.
"I'm kidding. How could I have forgotten your birthday? "Remember when we were kids, playing in the fields and riding our bikes......"
"You are now a confirmed lunatic, mumu and Olodo!" Who did you spend your childhood with? I had never met you before in my entire life except the day you coningly tricked me and my friend in that American restaurant....."
"Shhhhhhh....please keep your voice down." I am running for the position of Mayor of Abuja. Do not make me look bad in public. I have a prestige to maintain.
My political adversaries could be present." "Nigeria's Mayor?" Mercy inquired and laughed. "I meant Prime Minister," my apologize pls. With a solemn expression, he stated.
For a split second, Petra was speechless. She was at a loss for what to do with him. There was no one who treated her with such disrespect and contempt as this man. Aazim was the real deal, even though he was extremely attractive, wealthy, and powerful, he worshiped her just like the rest of them did. However, this street urchin by the name Justin was so uncivilized, proving stubborn and different.
"All right, so I overheard you discussing your birthday over the phone.. "
He admitted.
" And I do visit here occasionally.." Justin replied.
"I have now figured out the purpose of your visit." Petra stated. "You don't only go around restaurants to defraud wealthy girls; you do it any other place rich girls patrol," she said.
So you relly want me to go to places like Madalla Junction or the Zuba junction? People who are there to swindle say things like “I came here to visit my uncle but he travelled, can you help me?” he chuckled.
They only want you to give them like fifty or hundred naira as the case maybe. They will make more money than Jonathan's Level fourteen worker when they talk to fifty people each and every day.
Is it correct to say that Jonathan is the president? "Are you even able to fathom how backward you are? Even the identity of your president is a mystery to you. " She said while making a pouting face. ”
When the election took place, I was in Germany." He said that with a grave expression on his face. " So you can't blame me.." She came to the conclusion that he was simply playing a joke on her.
His capacity to repost was really puzzling. He was ready with a snarky response to any and all comments. She had a strong aversion to him. She paid no attention to him and instead she continued to select the outfits.
"Count on me to be there for the birthday party. Do you still have invitation cards for VIP guests?"
”You? coming to my party ?" She gave a soft sigh. "I have no idea how you are going to get there. Even more surprising, he is talking about VIP invitation. "You are just full of lies and crap, I can't invite someone like you." Petra replied.
“What if people begin to ask you if we broke up when they do not see me there, (He tried to hold his laugh) what will you tell them?” they will gossip oo. He said, offering a smile to her.
Who did you break up with? Are you mad? How could I ever consider going out with someone as ridiculous as you?
"I understand. You are solely considering getting married right now. I will give it some thought. I need to get going. You will definitely see my at the party." He said still smiling.
You must be good at teasing people and making mockery or fun of them. "Why don't you find a job in Nollywood? " Mercy said with grin on her face.
! ”Ahhh! Which of the Nollywoods are we talking about? Which one is better: the one in Enugu, where pawpaws fall from mango trees, or the one in Kano, where music starts to fall from the sky and people start singing? Mercy laughed.
"But I have a story for sale. This is a short story of my friend Gideon. “Who is this Gideon? Mercy asked.
"He was a friend of mine who made his way to the United States in an oil drum. You are familiar with all of these "I have to make it abroad folks."
When he arrived, he observed a white female who had a passion and obsession for Kenyans.
"Why? " Mercy inquired ! "She mentioned that they were consistently victorious in the Olympics' longest distance races, which demonstrated their stamina.
"So Gideon claimed to be a Kenyan, and he started dating her," he smirked while saying, "I don't know what she needs the stamina for."
But things started going wrong when she also developed an unhealthy obsession with Kenyan language. And unfortunately for Gideon, she had a friend who was dating a Kenyan man named Johndrille.
One day, she made an arrangement that her friend's boyfriend will meet Gideon her boyfriend since both where from the same country but unfortunately on that day, Gideon left the house and slept elsewhere. All she wanted was for the both men to speak their language and also teach her.
This occurred not once but twice more. After that, they went out clubbing one day when an unexpected encounter occurred: Johndrille and his girlfriend were already there waiting.
"Whoa! "
The story piqued Mercy's curiosity, and she screamed her excitement. Petra pretended she wasn't listening by examining her clothes while she attentively listened to what was being said.
"There is no way that Gideon can get away. She had already discussed with her friend and they now decided to step up their plans by organizing the show in a club.
Right there in the club, there were a lot of people there. The fact that they were going to entertain everyone with Kenyan language astonished Gideon, and his girl went to talk to the DJ about it. There was a lot of excitement from the crowd.
A stage was prepared, and two chairs and microphones were placed there for Johnndrille and Gideon to use.
Gideon sensed that this might land him in trouble. If the white girl found out that he had been lying, she was going to deal with him, and there was a possibility that he would be caught and deported.
They were asked to sit down, and microphones were prepared for each of them individually. The music was put on hold. The dancing came to an end. There was not a sound. Gideon's heart was beating irregularly and rapidly.
To make matters even worse, Johndrille was so unsupportive; his demeanor was so inflexible that there was no indication that he was willing to compromise.
Ghen ghen......." Justin pretended to look at the watch on his wrist. ”Opps! I need to get going. Maybe some other time.......".
”Nooooo! You can't go." Mercy yelled at him softly. "Tell me what really happened, please; I need you to finish this story."
"How am I supposed to continue my story while princess Petra is not paying attention?" He said that with a sneering expression on his face.
Petra said nothing. Mercy made several attempts to persuade him, but he was unmoved and eventually turned to leave.
Petra sighed and said, "Okay" Finally..
"I am listening. for her sake." joy radiated across Justin's face.
(Seeing that he had gotten the full attention of the both ladies, he smiled and continued)....
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