章節 8: CHAPTER 8
Immediately Olawale dropped on the call, he started packing his belongs and crying bitterly. Want to leave United State that evening; packing his shoes inside the traveling bag after packing his clothes when his girlfriend entered his living room. She wore ash shirt with a trouser and wore sandal, carried black bag looking around the living room.
She was tall and white in complexion, had long black hair and beautiful. She was half cast, her mother was American when her father was from Nigeria and she was named Zinara; her and Olawale met at the University and they started dating when they were in three hundred levels.
She went to his bed room to look for him when she had called his name like three times but no replied, Olawale was hearing a voice calling him but with the mood that he was, didn't replied and he didn't knew that it was his girlfriend.
"Good evening! How are you?"
"Its you Zinara" said with sorrow voice and zipped the traveling bag.
"Why are you crying? What happened baby" looking at him with worried.
"My father dead on his way coming here" wrapping the tears.
"He is the one that had jet crashed!"
"Yes! Yes!! My father have gone"
"You told me that he took off yesterday morning so how did his jet now crashed in Nigeria and around 2:30 am, the hours is too long and I don't get it"
"He didn't come to U. S directly, first went to one of the state in Nigeria to have meeting with his business associates and from then he will be coming to U. S" explained and crying.
"Okay!, stop crying my love! Please stop crying I beg of you"
"I am going to Nigeria to see my mother and also stay with her for some days"
"You are traveling today, right now?" Zinara asked.
"Yes! My baby, I am going to Nigeria today" took the traveling bag.
"I too suppose to follow you but my job, I can not follow you. So sorry"
"There is nothing to sorry for" going to the entrance door.
"Let me drop you at the airport then"
"Thank you very much, Zinara"
"It okay! Stop crying, don't let people be asking you that what happened" door opened and closed, leaving the corridor of the house.
"I am the one that killed my father!, he was coming here to visite me when he had jet crashed"
"Don't talk like this, it's God not you my love.
As they just walked down from the corridor of the house, met Olawale's neighbour just coming from work. He was age mate with Olawale and they were friends, him too was from Nigeria and none of his relatives or parents were there.
"Good evening my friend and his baby"
"Welcome! How is work today?" Olawale asked and tried to package himself.
"It was good, why your face like this bro? You are crying! What happened?"
"I lost my father today in a jet crashed"
"Oh! My God!, I heard about it and I don't know that it's you that happened to"
"My father is dead, so I am going to Nigeria to see my mother and also stay with her for some days because it's bad condition she will be now" wrapping the tears.
"So I am taking him to the airport"
"I beg bro console yourself it is outside that we are, let me follow you to the airport"
"Thank you very much! Really appreciate it"
Three of them entered Zinara's car and drove to the airport, before they would got there Olawale had called the pilot that will took him to Nigeria with the private jet in U. S that his father was using as the means of transportation like to carry the rich people or help them to carry loads to other countries especially for the government's. It took them few minutes to get to the airport and three of them got down, the pilot had got there before their arrivers.
"Bye! bye!! Take heart please"
"Bro! Journey mercy and stop crying okay" the neighbour said.
"Thank you all, I appreciate it"
"Call me when you get to Nigeria" Zinara said.
"Off course i will call you" entered into the jet and took off. Zinara and the neighbour went back home when the jet had took off totally.
He sat on a seat closed to the pilot, brought out his phone and calling his mother. His mother was still on the floor looking, she had cried and her eyes had swollen up.
"Hello mum, how are you?" It was Mrs Tayo that picked the call.
"It is not your mother! It is me, her friend. How are you? My son"
"How is my mother!, where is she?"
"She is here with me, on the floor here" said with sorrow voice.
"Please give the phone to her!, I want to speak to her"
"Sorry! She can not talk to you now. Anything you want to say, tell me"
"And you think my mother is fine"
"What happened is terrible not easy, she will be fine before you arrive"
"Okay ma! Thank you very much"
"You are welcome, so when are you coming to Nigeria or you are still standing on your foot?"
"No ma! I am inside the jet now"
"Why are you coming today!, wait still tomorrow"
"Don't worry ma! I will be fine and nothing bad will happen"
"I think you should wait still tomorrow, we don't want another thing to happen"
"Nothing will happen to me, rest your mind ma"
"I pray too! And you will meet us too in peace"
"Ameen! Ameen!! Ma" he hang up, wapped the tears and breathe in.
"Please be careful Sir, if you know that some thing is wrong with the jet call for assistance immediately; please! I beg of you"
"I heard you sir, nothing bad will happen"
"If you know that the weather is bad or not clear find a place to pack"
"Okay! And I am sorry for your lost"
"Thank you very much Sir"
"When I heard it, I felt sad even what made me to know it was the pilot dead"
"Thank you! The way it happened that is what I have not get. Jet can land anywhere now?"
"Yes Sir, be on the sea or mountain! It can land anywhere"
"Then! How is it happened?" Asked with tear dropping from his eyes.
"It is not that the jet want to land, the pilot was still driving when the weather changed suddenly and it was not clear; so he was unable to see again that was when the jet sink inside the sea and after few seconds it crashed" explained.
"Oh! Oh!! My God!, why doesn't he call for assistance or pack"
"I don't know! But God understand better and that is how he want it"
"So my father had gone! I can not see him again!!" He shouted with sorrow
"Sir! You just need to take heart, it is God wish"
"Father! My father!!, no! No!!! Fa-------ther!!!"
"If you continue doing like this, it may turn to something else. You know that it's only me and you that are here if you are crying, I will be trying to console you and also driving"
"Okay! Okay!!, I am good thank you"
"Everything will be fine and it is all of us that will dead, just praying to God that he should give us long life and good health"
"Thank you very much, I am gland.
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