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Chapitre 110: The MeetUp
Petra helped Justin fix his caftan buttons, then moved back and gave him a glance. “Did I ever tell you that you look like a model?” she said.
“The type that you see on Gucci catalogue cover?” Now my head is swelling.” He said with a smile. “Thank you honey.” They were ready for dinner.
“Did you say Mercy and her husband were also invited?” Justin asked.
“Yes. She is considered as part of the family. We have been together since primary school.” “Whoa! I thought you guys met in secondary school.’ “No.
Shall we, remember we have to get Ummi’s bread.” Justin laughed.
“What is funny?” she asked. “I remember when I said I was entitled to two loafs of bread daily and that was enough to keep us going.” She chuckled.
“That is life for you…and as we drive, you are going to keep on with the story.
I am so curious.” “I will dear. Shall we?” He studied her.
“Talking about models, did I ever tell you that you are a model to models ?”
“No.” she responded.
“Know that today. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes on. Beautiful in body, at heart, and soul. I don’t want to ruin your lipstick I would have given you a hot kiss.”
“You are so considerate.” Petra said.
“Don’t praise me. I would not always be considerate. This lips of yours cannot make me considerate always. Let just say, you are lucky.” She held him and smiled. They walked out and he begged her to drive. “Why?” “I love to sit by the side of my wife while she drives…if she wants to.” “Hmmmm…okay.” Petra chuckled.
They left the mansion. Mercy called and said they were getting ready to leave their house. They stopped by the road where Justin went into Yummies to buy bread. He remembered the days he used to hang here to waylay girls for food.
There were some men near where Petra parked the car. They were commercial bikers called different names at different places: Okada, Express, acaba, Going, etc. They sat on their bikes, eyes alert, searching for prospective customers.
When they sighted one, they raised their fingers. One of them looked at Petra. “Chai! See this babe inside moto. She fine, the moto fine, all na fine fine. Her bobo fine. Only God know how she use get the moto. All these Abuja girls.
Maybe na one minister buy am for am , now she dey use am carry small boy.” He said. “How you take know say na runs she take get the car? You dey there?” Another guy said to him.
“I don dey Abuja for years, no be today I start this work.” “Na him make you go die dey do this work. Instead wey you go pray make your life better, na gossip you dey do. What if nah in husband.” “How wife go dey drive husband?“
“Because your wife no dey carry you for this your Boxer machine no mean say big men wife no fit drive them. School wey you no go na wah” The guy got angry.
“How dare you say I am no schoolating? “He said, changing from broken English.
“Because I spoked pigeon with yous or doesing okada is no means that I am no schoolatimg. It is just humbilty so doesn’t told me bastard vocabulary!”
“No vex.” The second guy said. “This your English fit knock my engine.” The rest of the men laughed at him. He got angry the more, started his bike.
“I doesn’t can stay with illitarated peoples like yous.” He moved his bike and left while they kept laughing.
Justin came back and got into the car. He was going to have dinner with the family. He remembered the last time he had dinner with them.
“You promised, darling.” She said. “What sweetheart?”
“The story…”
“Ohhh, okay.” Justin continued with his story…..
“I met the girl behind the computer. She was very young............. “