A MUST READ "Double Trouble" (Am Very Sorry This Is Coming Now)

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.......she exclaimed trying to dial him back. I unconsciously held her hand to stop her from calling back the man as if I had something to say to her before the call. "What?!" she asked with puzzled look on her face. I withdrew my hand immediately allowing her to go on with the call saying "nothing". "It's my Dad I'm calling no be guy o...come and see it if you are in doubt" she said. I ignored her and stood up from the bed making my way to the bathroom for a shower.The drama I just exhibited was out of fear I unconsciously develop whenever she mentions her Dad. I don't know him in person but I always imagine him and how 'military' he could be. I don't know if I should call him a personal phobia I have or something. But in all, I have never for once made Pamela believe or suspect that I feel so for a second.


I went into the bathroom and turned the shower to bath as her voice was still ringing like bell from the room, on phone with her Dad. She joined me in the bathroom afterwards dismissing her Dad on-call with a hearty laughter "bye-bye this man" she said still laughing out loud. "Ok, I will call you when I get the alert" she said again and ended the call with "bye". She then steps into the bathroom and stood by the doorway resting her shoulder on the frame and staring at me while I was getting my shower. "Nwa Daddy" I said as I was rinsing my soapy body filled with foam. She bursts into loudable laughter and steps full into the bathroom. She got her shower cap she had kept on the bathroom rail the first time she took her bath there and wore it. I rushed my bath and made way for her. I could have had bath with her like I did yesterday when she came but I wasn't really prepared for that play, though I know she wouldn't mind. I got out of the bathroom and started to dress up. I first wore one of my casual polo since I didn't intend to go far with a pair of black jean trouser, but I decided to change to something better because she just might like to accompany me wherever I told her I wanted to go, with an excuse that she wouldn't like to be alone in the house. I undressed quickly and changed to something entirely different. She came out shortly after with towel above her breast and seeing me dreesed up already, she smiled and said, "Baby, I love you I swear. Wow, that shirt look really nice on you" she paused still glaring at me and continues, "where are you up to? Don't leave me alone here again o" she said. "Ok, dress up" I simply said with a mild chuckle. The shirt she is praising this much was given to me as a gift on my last birthday by Jenny. She had traveled to Onitsha to her eldest brother's house to spend some time with the wife who was delivered of a baby through cesarean, after our last semester exams and bought me that shirt and a wrist watch with five pairs of 'boxers' on her return and presented to me on my last birthday. I remember how Don-Kay my very good friend wanted so much to take that shirt from me with an offer of #3k in exchange and I refused.

She made to her bag by the wardrobe corner and brought out her cream and make-up kit from the bag that contained her clothing to start preparing. I just cancelled the next 30 minutes of my time and allocated it to her because I know what it's like hurrying up a woman to rush her make-up. Its like hurrying up an ATM to be fast with dispense of your cash especially when the bank network is slow. No one will tell you to be humble and wait patiently until the whole process is over. I sat and relaxed back on the bed already fully prepared, waiting for her to get through with that. After she was done with the whole lot of making up, she started to dress up. "Come, I go leave you o" I said still relaxing on the bed. She responded nothing as she was almost done and was putting back her things back to the wardrobe. Looking at both of us after the whole preparation and our outfit would make you think that we were up for one serious show in town. Personally, I had prepared to go out alone that night to watch the Champions league between Chelsea and Barcelona at the viewing centre and I didn't intend to go with her at first bearing in mind that before the game could be over, it would have been a late night.

It was 6:40pm and yes, we were good to go. The rain had also stopped. What she wore gave me morale and confidence that it was as if it were planned hitherto for us both to look good and go out. She is a lover of bum shots and she has different collections in her wardrobe. The very one she wore that day was a jean bum shot that reveals a complete physiognomy of her butts' shape and size, with a sleeveless top and a long light jacket to fit over her figure eight shaped little, but hot body. Her cleavage was sure very pronounced in that outfit, pushing up her boobs to the notice of even the blind. She then applied her lip-gloss and wore her high school converse to complete the dress and I couldn't say more but confess "Pamela, if na to say you tall small eh....I mean just smaaaaal, you for fine seriously". She gives a mild laughter as she checks her self out a final time facing the standing mirror on the wall responding, "wetin for happen?, I no fine before? Come let's go joor". "Go where" I queried. "Where you been wan make we dey go before ni?" she replied standing akimbo, blinking her long eye lashes like that of Nicki Minaj. I smiled and said, "I dey go use you do rituals". "Hahahaha...see who dey talk" she retorted. I stood up from the bed, picked my wallet on top of the TV and we left.

 We stepped out from the room moving towards the gate, picking our steps and flashing my Nokia phone torchlight on the ground to see the road, should we fell into porthole or rain water on the ground. The just concluded downpour had messed the ground so bad and also made the day dark ahead of time. I opened the gate gently to prevent it from making louder noise as it does always. Leaving the gate to the front of my landlord's store, just outside the compound I saw the old man.....

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