Chapitre 76: How Did You Do It?
PETRA’S POV
The Next Day
Petra left her apartment and drove back to the uncompleted estate where Justin lived. She hopes to meet him very early before he goes to work. There is something about him that she is yet to discover.
She arrives at the estate entrance but discovered that the gate was open. “Does it mean Justin has gone to work?” she asked inwardly checking her wristwatch, It was still 6:38am.
She stood there for a while still thinking whether to proceed into the building or turn back. A part of her was still feeling unsafe, while a major part of her heart was encouraging her to move on.
After remembering what Justin did to her the previous day, she kept wondering if this is really worth it.
She quickly glanced around the vicinity and suddenly noticed a flash light going on and off the building he found Justin. Smiles ravaged her face as she proceeded to the building.
She climbed the stairs and found his door opened. Upon entering his room, he saw Justin praying…
JUSTIN’S POV
“Good morning Miss Petra,” I greeted her but she let out a sweet smile that made my heart tickle.
“Please have a seat. I didn’t expect you so early this morning, I hope all is well” I said while admiring her beautiful curled hair.
“I am really sorry for yesterday.” I know, Sometimes we are plunged into a sin, a route that will lead us to a major sin and your prayers will bring a way that will bring you to senses. What matters most is recognizing your goofs, accepting and never going back to it. I have prayed to God and I ask for his forgiveness. I also want you to forgive me Petra.
We all goof. I don’t know about you. But I do but I try never to go back.
“I am not perfect too.” Petra responded after several minutes of quietness.
"I have bread and tea," . I said.
"For breakfast."
Why are you discussing food when it's still so early? she stated.
"Because you have never gone hungry, you have no idea how much value food holds," I responded.
"It has never been more than an inch away from you. All you needed was to ask for it and it will be provided . And you always had choices when it comes to deciding on the kind of food you wanted.
"Do you have a history?" and "Did you get into any problem?" She questioned
"I'm sorry, but I don't like talking about myself," I replied.
"Yet you claim you love me. You have been repeating that, haven't you?
"I was just babbling on and on."
Why did her countenance change when I said that? It's not like she liked me, but the fact that I joked around with her really affected how she felt about herself.
"Why will you tease me with such delicate matters?"
"I am sorry, but I felt you already knew because you always chased me and told me to leave you. Aside from that, I have no experience with love and I don't know how it feel like to love someone."
"What do you mean?" She inquired
"I have no idea what it's like to be in love. I have never been loved, and as a result, I don't believe that I am capable of loving.
How am I supposed to love when I was thrown me out on the street when I was only nine years old?
There was no loving guidance from the parents."
"Oh my God! You must have faced a lot of challenges. What about your parents? She asked.
The question caused an enormous amount of anguish to well up inside of me. My face was showing an expression that she had never seen on me before, and she was surprised.
My eyes seemed to be amassing tears, which I immediately drowned, and there was a glint of sparkle that flashed from them.
"I am sorry. I don't want to get into discussion this with you." I said.
It would appear that you have never discussed this matter with anyone. Because of this, the pain is even more intense.
“Share? I have never trusted anyone because I have spent my entire life by myself. No one loves me, and I don't believe that I am capable of loving anyone else.
You already know that I have no experience with love. I am aware of how my friends handled me because I frequently visited their homes in search of food. I was like their dog. Because I needed food, they would send me on errands for me to run.
I would be pursued like a dog in this scenario. They claimed that they had been absent during my visits because they considered me to be a food beggar.
I was homeless, and no one offered me a place to stay. I did not receive anything on a complimentary basis. Who can I trust or put my faith in? Who am I able to love? What exactly is love?
PETRA'S POV
She did not speak at all. He had a lot of things going through his head at the same time. His heart had a great deal of information and wisdom.
How could I have have guessed that this loudmouthed and carefree guy had a vulnerable and sad side?
It's possible that love has already found its way to you. Perhaps it was always there, but you were too fearful to acknowledge its existence for a long time.
You can't be independent. You are required to share your burdens. A problem shared is half solved. You may not share with me, but you can share with someone ." He was seated there with his back against the wall, relaxing.
Before that point, he had not revealed any information about himself to anyone else before.
She was forcing him to say too much.
Don't bring up my parents......I never had any parents." He bowed his head respectfully. Suddenly, she felt something.
"I saw one of your photos." She stated nicely, wondering how she suddenly changed to a caring and calm woman.
“What?” She nodded. It was a photograph of a father holding a newborn while standing in front of a desolate land.
"I was discovered in a barren wasteland, and transported to the police station." He said that with a huge weight in his chest. "," After a while, a family decided to adopt me. And I was handed over to a housekeeper to be cared after.
But as soon as I turned four years old, I understood that there was no love for me. I can't believe I still have some hazy memories of those days, but I do.
when the woman whose husband had me adopted did not allow me to get close to them? When I tried to join the children in their game, they would scream at me as if an alien had suddenly appeared, and their mother would come out, spank me, and then chase me away.
I would stand back and observe them while they enjoyed their snacks, played with toys, and went on family outings, and then I would sneak up behind them and sift through the empty boxes of snacks for crumbs.
I had a habit of licking the chocolate wrappers. At the time, I didn't understand it. I simply had the feeling that I was really lacking something.
When I was five years old, I had the realization that what I needed most was my parents. She informed me that I was picked from the waste bin, because of that, she now named me Justin bin.
The kids referred to me as "Trash boy" and created a cartoon about me in which I played the role of a superhero who carried garbage and whose power came from dry bread.
I was the object of the maid's intense hatred. Despite the fact that she was supposed to look after me, she only saw me as a source of discomfort. She would hit me while she washed me with the shower. I did not dare to say that I needed to poop.
She would swear at me, then beat me while claiming that I was causing her too much stress.
In contrast to their children, I attended a less expensive primary school. Never once did I receive money for a break. And that was how the beginning of my trip to the land of hunger began.
I had a constant appetite and would have done anything to satisfy it. When I was only seven years old, I would get up in the middle of the night, sneak into the kitchen, and steal food just to eat and quench my hunger.
Whenever there was a break at school, I would move from classroom to classroom begging for food. I would wait until I saw you eating before opening my palm. Some would hand over their money, while others would pursue me.
I had no idea that this was slowly but surely planting the idea in my head that begging and stealing were acceptable methods of obtaining something.
One day, my family caught me stealing food from the refrigerator. The woman restrained me and tied me up for 48 hours, during which time I had neither food nor water. I passed out and had to be taken to the hospital immediately.
She told them that I had a fever and that I had refused to eat because of it. She warned me that she would put an end to my life if I ever told anyone about what had happened.
When I got back to my house, I took the picture that they had given me to always serve as a reminder to myself that I had been rescued from the trash can, which was my cradle, and I stowed it away in my bag.
My backpack was constructed of a sack material. I made it. The following morning, I packed my belongings and headed out onto the street. I was nine at that time. And I eventually moved out and started living on my own . I used to sleep in abandoned vehicles, door mouths, and uncompleted structures, so throughout my life I have seen a lot of interesting things.
My most difficult times occurred during the rainy and cold seasons. When I was out in the open, it would occasionally start to rain when I was dozing off. And when I opened my eyes, there was nowhere for me to go.
I would just sit there and let the rain beat down on me, despite the fact that I had no other clothes to change into. When I was younger, I had a daily ritual of washing my clothing in the creek. I could not stand having unclean clothes.
Therefore, when I realized I had three sets of clothes, I felt a surge of joy. He took a stop. "The only issue I had was with eating. I did not bother myself too much with other matters, except for food.
She finally understood the reason behind why he so much valued food.
"And ever since then, I have been just like that." He said.
"However, you have a very strong educational background." He showed a smile. Even in that smile, she could detect suffering.
"Do you remember when I said I went to Miracle University?" “Yes.” "I was referring to the miraculous nature of it." I dropped out of school in primary three."
“What? Look at these books, the science you've been discussing. That's unbelievable!"
"It's a miracle. After primary three, I never went to a class." She stared at him, at his books, at his speech, at his perplexing epistemology.
"So tell me, how did you DO it?"
"I had a strong desire for education from a young age." He stated.
"I was a dan gwangwan once" (scavenger). We go around, pick stuff out of trash, and sell them.
When I did this and had enough money to buy meals, I would go lurk behind a school class and observe them.
I used to jump over the fence, pretending to steal, which was, of course, knowledge stealing. I'd be listening from the outside. I was apprehended one day and beaten to a pulp.
I was accused of coming with the intent to steal. So I paused. I was able to read and write. I developed a book collecting habit. I was never interested in subjects. I basically read everything I could find my way.
Then I left from Abuja to Zaria. I started as an errand boy, carrying loads when students returned to school and was paid. So I received some customers. Girls were more sympathetic and compassionate to me than the boys.
When I worked, I demanded to be taught something in exchange. The guys would lecture me. The girls would teach me and offer me gifts because they felt sorry for me.
I learned the fundamentals of Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, and Biology. I used to go hungry because I was rewarded by teaching, and the security guards started to restrict me from going to ladies' hostels because I was growing up to maturity.
I became so passionate and obsessed with science before switching to computers. My interest in computers drove me to study roadside computer engineering.
I discovered that my employer was mainly knowledgeable about hardware. I was fascinated with software. I learned it and discovered a powerful information that would eventually put me in trouble.
"Something profound and deep." "What exactly is that?" "You had better not find out about it." He stated.
"I guess there are a lot of computers you can see here." My life revolves around ICT."
"Then why aren't you practicing?" You should have enough to stop attacking girls for food."
"Have you forgotten that we live in a country where only paper qualifications are considered?" To obtain a primary school certificate, I had to take the common entrance admission exam. Then I added GCE. I am the proud owner of a secondary school certificate.
But that's where it stops. But my work as a PIDSA and my job at the bakery provide me with a decent supper, but I do not receive pay.
I buy all of these books on credit and pay for them with my earnings. I'm still paying off the new PCs I purchased. Those are older versions.
Their configurations are no longer capable of handling my projects. But they were incredibly handy for what I used to do before quitting."
"What exactly where you doing before you quit?" I asked.
"You had better not find out. I got myself into some troubles." He checked the wall clock.
"Do you know what it's like to not know your parents?" As in, they didn't die, but you have no idea who they are?"
She remained silent. "That is the source of my greatest pain in the world." What exactly am I? "What became of my parents?"
She didn't want to bring up the possibility of an unexpected pregnancy. "Who are your adoptive parents?" I asked
He hadn't anticipated that question. "They are present. They stay in Abuja."
"Are you still in touch with them?"
“No. I hadn't seen them in ten years. "The children have all grown up."
"How certain are you?"
"I saw one a few days ago. He didn't seem to recognize me."
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