章 79: The Revelation
**** I smiled as I stood in front of my full-body mirror, recalling the incident that had just occurred between me and Ben a few minutes ago.
Ben had already left the room to meet his girlfriend, who had begun hunting for him around my house.
My plans has been executed successfully. I grinned as I removed the concealed video recorder and examined the footage of me and Ben fuc*king and doing some nasty things. I gently smiled as I removed the SD card from the adapter and plugged it into my phone.
My smile vanished as my phone began to ring. Talk about the devil! "How did things go, Jasper?" I inquired imVinently. "the job is completed ma. "I have her under my custody now." I felt like jumping up and down as Jasper spoke.
"OK, provide me the address so I can come to say hello." I added and quickly ended the call. So, Mirabel, I'll show you who you were dealing with. I stood up and rushed to change my clothes. I had to get back on the road.
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EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO
"Stay with me! "Hold on tight!" He yelled.
"I got him! I am with him. Please hold on and be patient! Jahdailaaaaa!!!!!” He paused, with a hard breath, then sat up before opening his eyes.
He closed his eyes again before opening them because everything seemed so hazy at first. his eyelids appeared stiff and heavy as if he were unwrapping a sealed package,
His vision gradually came into focus, and then he heard a voice, like an echo from afar.
"He is now awake!" It was a female voice speaking. He blinked his eyes open.
A man ran into the room, surprised to see him. He was seated there, staring at them.
His gaze shifting from the nurse to the man who appeared to be a doctor, he asked; "who are you?" "My name is Doctor Mark. My name is Angela. You've been here for 11 months.
"Can you tell me your name?" Doctor mark asked.
The man seems perplexed. He was a black man with thick hair and a heavy beard. His eyes were narrow and tired. His nose was hooked, and he had tiny, black lips. He was bulky, with a huge muscular chest and broad shoulders.
"What is my name?" He asked still looking confused as if it were the weirdest words he had ever heard.
"I don't know my name." he said and Angela and the doctor exchanged glances.
"What really happened? how did you get here? "Can you recall the last thing that happened to you before you went into a coma?" the doctor asked.
“Coma? "How long have I been in a coma?" the man asked.
"For about a year." The doctor responded.
"I can't recall anything." he said.
"You haven't opened your eyes in a long time, but you rarely get out of a coma, speak a few words, and then go back into coma."
You've never woken up like this before, and you're usually anxious, agitated, and keep on calling Jahdila. "Do you recall anybody like that in your life?"
His head shook. “No. "I'd never heard of the name."
"You have an American accent." "Are youu an African-American?"
"I can't remember." he spoke with a deep breath. " I'm completely clueless.
"How and where did you find me?" He asked.
"We where not the people that found you." Somebody did. He did not leave any contact information. He simply dropped you and walked away. We contacted the police, but they were unable to identify you. But we discovered some stuff on you. It was concealed in your belt. It's just a note." the doctor responded.
"A note?"
“Yes. It only has figures. 00030. That's all."
"I can't recall or remember what you're talking about." he said.
"Hmmm...How are you feeling now?"
"I'm fine, just tired." "Where are mine and what am I doing here?"
"You're currently in a little community close to Santa Cruz de la Sierra."
"Where is this place located,?" he asked
“Bolivia. Can we get rid of this? "Can you stand?" the doctor asked.
"I suppose I can. "I'm hungry." he said.
“Sure.” Angela received a nod from Dr. Mark. She left while the doctor removed several tubes that were attached to him.
"You must have been in a terrible accident and been in a state of shock." You had multiple fractures, bones, and wounds. You recovered but never returned from coma."
“Hmmmm…” He was freed and attempted to stand. He was dizzy and weak. He sat down fast.
He stood up again and felt his head spin; he gripped the bed and shouted......
"She fell into the sea." She drowned in the sea. "I had the little boy."
"Which boy?" Who fell into the sea?” the doctor questioned.
The man sat on the bed once more before falling asleep. He could feel sparks and see fuzzy images in his head.
He could feel the powerful wind, the screaming engine, the scream, and he saw a silhouetted image that seemed like a smiling face before everything disappeared. He appeared dazed.
"What did you recall?" the doctor asked.
“Nothing. "I'm hungry." Angela returned and nodded to the doctor.
"Do you want to come over for dinner?" The doctor inquired. The man nodded, got up, and his disorientation subsided. He stood up, took a few shaky steps, and followed the nurse.
She placed three meal trays on a table in the next room. The setting did not resemble a typical hospital. That it wasn't.
The first tray contained Kansas City-style barbecue and Brunswick stew, while the second tray contained arroz con queso, a Bolivian dish. The man examined both trays before selecting the American dish.
The doctor and the nurse exchanged looks. The man began to eat. He was definitely hungry.
"Are you in a relationship?" In Spanish, the doctor said. The man made no response or reaction.
He did not appear to be a Bolivian citizen. He possessed so many American characteristics.
"Are you married?" The man halted before turning to face the doctor.
"What exactly is married?"
"Do you have a spouse?" The doctor inquired.
“Wife? Sure I had a wife but she tumbled into the sea. Aadila.....and the kid was there with me, but they took him away."
JUSTIN AND PETRA'S POV
The restaurant was large and decorated in a classic style. Tables and chairs were replaced with mats on the floor. Northern art is hung on the wall.
Many who came there to dine were enjoying Hausa traditional cuisine. Justin and Petra entered.
Mrs. Obed, the restaurant's proprietor, was a plump woman. She sat magnificently on a chair, clothed extravagantly.
"Adinan, Adinan," she said as she spotted Justin. "Da na, kwana biyu (my kid, it's been a while)"
"Mama, ina nan (I've been there)."
"Nace ko mun yi ma Adinan laaifi ne (I was worried and thought we insulted Justin)," she said.
"No way, Mama. I've just been very busy. "You know how marriage problems are."
“Toohh! "Did you marry without telling us?"
“Not yet. We're nearly there."
"Is she our wife?" She inquired, her smile directed at Petra, who stood perplexed. What was he up to? When did they first start dating?
"Allah willing." Justin stated. “Alhamdulillah.” She said with a smile on her face.
"My daughter, please come and greet your mother-in-law." Mrs. Obed said and Petra was rendered speechless.
Many eyes were drawn to her, and she felt ashamed and angry. Mrs. Obed welcomed her.
This was Justin's joint. He usually comes here to buy food and that was how we got to know him.
"Kushiga, kushiga" (You should come in). They were escorted to a more intimate room setting.
"I'm going to skin you alive." With a pout, Petra said to Justin.
"What was it?" What is wrong with you? I merely requested you to bring me here to buy Sinasir and go and not an introductory meeting.”
"I was simply trying to make you happy."
"Make me happy?" "Are you insane?" she said.
"I'm a VIP." When I announce you as my fiancée, you will be revered, and you may receive one free sinasir from me."
"I'm not really hungry, Justin." she said
“Shhh…
We don't need to argue here. Allow us to return home."
“Home? What do you mean, "home?" "Our future home," you say. With his gaze fixed on her, he said.
"That home where the walls are love, the roof is religiously inclined, the floor is compassion, and the ceiling is the warmth of understanding."
That place where the air smells like happiness, compassion, resilience, and tenacity. A distinct house, with abiding instinct, joy in brevity, colors of love tone, and where the knot is extinct.
A home that will be a miniature planet with Petra as the sun, supplying this poor guy with light, warmth, energy, and visibility.
That home, Miss Sunshine, where I shall have the rare opportunity to lavish my amassed, enormous load of limitless love on you.
Petra and Justin's place of residence. An institution of a home. "A home filled with affection."
"Ga sinasir inji Hajiya" (Hajiya fluffy rice pancakes). A waiter said, dropping a tray containing two plates of sinasir and miyan taushe ( blended peanuts and pumpkin leaves sauce). The sauce was hidden among the meaty bones and fish.
"I'm not coming here to eat." Petra muttered after the waiter had left.
"I merely came here to buy a take away meal."
"What are you planning to do now?" Tell her she's going to hell?" "I don't have the same mouth as you."
"You must then eat." Justin replied.
"Did you just say I must have to?" "Yes, but it's the other must, not the must that you don't believe it is."
"You have a PhD in nonsense." Petra said
“No. I only have a master's degree, but I'm working on a doctorate."
"Do we have to fight over everything?" Justin said.
"Because you're so irritating." "As well as loving."
"I'm not sure about it." Justin moved her closer as he examined the meal.
"Don't be afraid." He stated. "This isn't the first time I've seen you eat."
Two bottles of Malt drinks were delivered by Mrs. Obed and Justin realized that she truly believed him when he said Petra was his wife to be. He was feeling a little guilty.
He had stopped his scheming for meals, and this appeared to be one. "Oh no." He stated.
"She's doing it because she believes in me." "I guess I should tell her it was all a joke."
"What would you say to her?" Come pick your own food, it was all part of my craziness?" She wondered why she was offended when he stated it was all a joke.
"But it appears to be part of my act."
"Well, if that wasn't your purpose, then leave it alone." "Wait, are you saying you're no longer..."
"That is one of the setbacks I have just by meeting you." You forced me to resign from one of my jobs. "I stopped attending to my mummies."
"How did I do all that?" Petra wondered.
"It's difficult to explain. I am not even sure how you did all that, but you did." He laughed.
"In any case, thank you." And it suddenly occurred to her that he had changed her view on life.
Her harshness and rudeness was suddenly going away. But she was not going to tell him that.
They started eating. "What exactly is this mark on your hand?" She asked him.
"Which mark?" She pointed to a little mark on his knuckles.
"Oh, I'm not sure how I got this mark. I think It's been there for as long as I can remember. "I suppose it's a wound scar." She moved her head.
"This isn't just any old scar." She stated
“What?” Justin yelled...
"I think I have seen this designed shape somewhere. This mark on your knuckles is not ordinary." She said.
“What?” He remarked, returning his gaze to it. He realized for the first time in his life that it was a tiny star-shaped scar.
What did it imply?
Justin had no idea how significant it was. That was more than simply a scar. It was a foreshadowing. A sign of life
Aazim's POV
Aazim noticed the glitters in her eyes, the whiteness of her dazzling white teeth, and the split on her cheeks as they laughed.
She exuded a sense of calm and an alluring power that had him spellbound.
"He was recognized by my cousin." "But he talked himself out of it," Aazim remarked. "That guy has a large mouth." "The largest." Mercy agreed.
"A slick skimmer."
He looked me in the eyes with no guilt and all the confidence in the world and said he knew me in the United States.
"I trusted him." "With a fake story of childhood days," Aazim explained. "I don't understand."
"Are you still talking about the food guy?" Lawan, Aazim's companion, said.
“Yes. He was standing next to Petra when I noticed his face looked familiar, and the next thing he said was that we had been childhood friends in another country." " Damn!" Lawan yelled. "This person is a jerk."
Petra didn't say anything and just smiled.
Aazim didn't like how Justin was standing with her on that particular day. And it bothered him to watch him with her after that day. So he started to figure out who he was.
Justin had met a lot of girls in Abuja, and Aazim's cousin was one of them. She challenged him after they spotted him distributing bread.
Justin never gave them a chance because Aazim was present. He continued to blabber till he left, but they already knew who he was.
Aazim was overjoyed to learn this. He was now joyfully telling Petra and Mercy about it while they mocked him.
Aazim was relieved Petra laughed along with him, and it was clear she didn't take him seriously.
"I'm curious as to why certain guys can't stay on their level. Class division must be followed at all times.
Let the poor be with the poor, the proletariat and the bourgeoisie mingle, and let the crème de la crème roll together.
The world would be a better place if it happened." Aazim stated.
"Word, dude." Lawan agreed with me. "I presume he's from the ghetto."
"Yeah, I know his issue is food." Mercy stated. “What?” Lawan exclaimed loudly.
"Yes. " She stated. "I hope he doesn't want anything else." I just don't feel at ease around him."
"You must apply caution." Lawan addressed his remarks to Petra.
"My boyfriend has a big heart." "But thank God she is aware now." Petra grinned.
"Thank you very much, guys." She stated. "I see what you're saying."
Thank you for instructing me not to mingle with him. Mercy is my best friend, and she will go to any length to defend me. Everything she says or does is for my benefit and with good intentions.
But I want you to know that Justin had an impact on my life that no one else had. I don't believe anyone could say anything to separate me from him.
I know him better than you do. He is not who you believe he is. And I believe it is past time for me to clear the air....we are in love." “What!” Mercy yelled.
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She parked her vehicle in front of his house. After a lengthy journey in silence, "What made you do that?" Justin asked.
"You did it. You told them we were in love, which you know isn't the case." He said.
"Did you see that guy's expression?" She let out a sigh. "I'm not sure why I did it, but I was tired of everything." she said.
"I mistook him for your boyfriend." Justin said.
"I'm not sure what he is to me," she admitted.
"I just needed some space in my life right now, and I thought that would work."
"By deceiving them?" Mercy, too, believed you."
"What's the big deal about that?" Petra inquired.
"Because you went so far." Justin reacts.
"Didn't you do the same?"
"I knew you were joking."
"I'm the same way." "And you made it appear so authentic."
"Is it painful?" She recalled some of his comments and acts.
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