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“Memories; the brain’s diary entries of your life. Now, imagine those pages being ripped out and tossed into the wind…you get the picture? Well, that’s the story of my life.” Adunni. O.
*Recap: Folarin finally gets a chance to speak to Adun but she doesn’t trust him. At the restaurant she has an unexpected customer. Meanwhile, Folarin learns that his brother will be in town soon.*
Throughout the week, I’d been walking on eggshells where my boss was concerned. The few times Mr Basi was at the restaurant, I managed to avoid him by pushing serving duty to someone else.
“Good night Adunni!” Efe said cheerfully, as she went home to get ready for her ‘hot date’ that Friday evening.
“Tell me all the details tomorrow!” I called as she left.
Emeka had also left as soon as work was over because his fiancée was in town.
Halima also called and said she was starting a new job the next week.
Everyone had something to look forward to that weekend but me. Oh well, I’ll deal with the loneliness somehow, I chuckled to myself.
I switched off the lights as I prepared to close the restaurant for the day and made my way towards the door.
Suddenly, there was a prickling sensation on the back of my neck and I shivered. I had a feeling that someone else was in the room with me.
Quietly, I stepped back and reached for something to use as a weapon but with the room cast in shadows, I could barely see a thing.
“I believe we have unfinished business, Adunni.” Footsteps made their way towards where I was standing.
My eyes were slowly starting to adjust to the dark and I could make out the masculine figure approaching me.
“Try anything or even come any closer and this time, you really will end up dead.” I threatened.
I was enraged. Didn’t the man have any shame? Or had he forgotten about his wife?
“You got lucky the first time to escape me.” He growled.
He sickened me.
A second later, he broke out of the shadows and came at me.
I was quick to aim for his face and I got one hit in before he forced my hand down and shoved me roughly against the wall. I grew disoriented for a while as my head banged against the hard surface of the wall. I couldn’t even move my arms. He had them pinned against my side.
I hated the feeling of being overpowered.
I kicked out wildly with my foot so his grip loosened, then reached out blindly to grab hold unto something solid as he dragged me down to the floor.
Something clattered noisily to my left and I struggled to grab it with my free hand.
His hands tore at the buttons of my blouse and I felt cool air hit my skin.
There was no way I would go down that easily.
The knife gleamed in the dark as I raised it above my head but before I could strike, the door flew open and the lights came on.
I felt myself being shifted around. Suddenly, Mr Basi was under me instead and I was above with the knife still raised.
I let go of it and it fell to the floor harmlessly. But deep down, I knew the damage had already been done.
Triumph gleamed in his eyes as he pushed me off him.
“Pack your things and leave, Adunni. This is your last day working for me.” Madam Furah’s voice cut through the room, sharp as a blade and cold as ice.
“Ma, please I-”
“This is how you repay me? By trying to kill my husband? Leave now!” She yelled.
“I don’t want to hear it!”
I stood up with shaky hands and pushed my hair off my face. I gave her one final glance hoping she could read the emotions in my eyes, that it wasn’t how it looked. Or at least let me explain.
But her eyes remained cold as I picked up my bag from the floor and made my way out of the room.
After she was sure Adunni was gone, she turned to face her wayward husband.
“Darling, I’m glad you came just in time. Who knows what-”
“Do you think I’m a fool, Basi?”
That shut him up instantly.
“I know about all your affairs. The last girl who you claimed was your PA at the site, Kemi wasn’t it? I tracked her down and do you know what I found out?” Her voice was deadly quiet like the calm before the storm. “Do you, Basi?”
He stuttered out a few incoherent words.
“I found out that she has a seven-month old son and guess who the father is?”
He was silent.
“How about Eunice, the former maid? You claimed she was stealing from us and forced her out of the house. She was pregnant wasn’t she? And you didn’t want anything to do with the unborn child. Shall I go on?”
It was the end of the road for him.
“Darling, I can explain.”
“No need.” Madam Furah flicked her hand as if wiping his useless words away. It was the last straw.”Just have the divorce papers signed by tomorrow. You’ll find them waiting to welcome you home. As from today, I’m no longer your wife.”
She shut the door on his next stream of pleas and left the restaurant.
Driving to the apartment she’d rented secretly after finding out about her husband’s unfaithfulness, her mind raced with thoughts.
Finding out about each of those women was like a stab in her heart. What pained her the most was that they were able to conceive but she had tried for years to no avail.
Those women didn’t even intend to have those babies yet they did, yet she who didn’t even have a child of her own had to watch the cycle repeat itself over and over again.
Bitter jealousy consumed her as she thought of those women sharing her husband’s bed.
Adunni may not have been a willing candidate but that didn’t stop her from despising any woman who could snatch Basi’s attention away from her so easily. Besides, she might have done the girl a favour by keeping her away from him.
She sighed as she entered the apartment. She was so tired of it all, but she couldn’t let herself suffer any longer. The divorce was necessary.
After losing my job, I was back again to square one. I called Halima, and she gladly offered for me to stay with her. Everyday, I thanked God I had a friend like her.
“God will surely make a way.” She encouraged me.
I nodded halfheartedly and forced myself to sleep that night.
One evening, my phone rang beside me, catching my attention.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Adunni! What’s going on? We got back on Monday to find that you were gone.” It was Efe. I could hear Emeka in the background asking me what was wrong.
I sighed before explaining what happened. I’d been a bit embarrassed to tell them earlier.
“What! She didn’t even let you explain?” Emeka said. “That man is such a pig!” Efe added.
“If there’s anything at all we can do to help, just call.” She said.
Before ending the call, I gave them Halima’s address so they could come visit whenever they could.
The two men were seated across from each other in the lounge area of a popular restaurant/bar.
“What do you want, Femi? Why did you ask me to come here?” Folarin asked his brother, fingers tapping the tabletop impatiently.
He had returned from his trip to Abuja and was still bitter about the way things had turned out. The contract was given to another company. All because of the man seated across him.
“You still haven’t learned to relax, bro.” Femi sighed, reaching for the bottle of beer before him. His eyes followed a scantily clad woman as she passed by their table.
Folarin glanced at his watch. Whether Femi decided to talk or not, he was out of there in 5 minutes. He wasn’t up for dragging his drunk brother home by the end of the night like he’d done several times before. Maybe the woman he was eyeing would gladly offer him help.
“Do you have any idea what your actions have caused me?” Folarin growled.
“It’s not my fault people are too stupid to realise the difference between us.” Femi shrugged with a smirk.
This was the curse he had to live with.
His twin brother went wild in public and the tabloids would tag him as the culprit. He had showed up at the conference in Abuja only to be told that he hadn’t proved himself to be capable of handling the contract with so many scandals attached to his name.
“You need to grow up Femi and stop making me take the blame for everything you do. We aren’t kids anymore, this isn’t one of those pranks we used to play on teachers and friends. This has consequences and I’m the one suffering them.”
“Come on, you can never look bad, can you? After all, you’re the ‘golden boy’, super successful Architect, why are you complaining?”
Folarin had had enough. It was the same conversation, just a different version and each time, there was no difference afterwards.
He got out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbled something down and got up to leave.
“Here, give this to whoever is taking you home. I bet before the end of the night, you’ll be too drunk to even remember your own address.”
Femi scowled at his brother all the way out the door.
The shrill sound of a ringing phone pierced the air.
With a flick of her hand, Madam Furah sent the masseuse away, pausing her body massage session.
“Hello?” She replied breezily, taking a sip from her cocktail glass.
“They are still alive. Did you not receive my message?” The deep male voice on the line made her blood run cold.
For the first time in her life, she stuttered.
“I-I did, b-but there were some complications-”
“I don’t want to hear it. I’m not one to take kindly to mistakes and I don’t give second chances. You leave me no choice but to handle this myself.”
“But-” The line went dead and the glass cup fell from her hand, shattering into several jagged pieces.
Minutes later, the masseuse came back to continue the session.
“Madam, shall I-?”
“Get out!” She screamed as her heart pounded in fear.
Two days later, Halima burst into my room with a giddy smile on her face.
“Come quickly, you have a visitor.”
I frowned in confusion. Had Emeka or Efe come to visit?
I went out to the living room still in my loose, thin nightwear seeing as I’d been jobless throughout the day. Besides, my friends wouldn’t mind I thought to myself.
I felt his presence before I even saw him. His eyes scanned me up and down in amusement.
I threw a threatening look at Halima who was still beaming dementedly. She could have at least warned me!
“Since you’ve been avoiding me, I decided to seek you out myself.” Folarin said from his position on the sofa.
My traitorous friend quietly slipped out of the room leaving us together.
I sighed and sat down opposite him.
The jig was up. I knew he meant business. And if I’d learned anything from his actions these past few weeks, it was that he’s a relentless man.
“How did you even find me?” I asked.
“Let’s just say you have very helpful friends.” He said. “You can imagine my surprise when you were nowhere to be found. Again.”
I explained that I lost my job. This led to him asking me about the incident at the restaurant.
“You’re not usually a clumsy person Adun, so why did you do all that? And why didn’t you recognise me?”
I was silent as I fiddled with the edge of my nightwear, trying to pull it down to cover my bare knees. The hem wasn’t moving an inch.
“You never used to be so self conscious around me.” He smiled slowly, as if he was having a private thought.
I frowned and looked away.
“Tell me, Adunni.” He probed.
Taking a deep breath, I told him everything. The accident, my memory loss, the poisoned meal and how I’d gotten to where I was now.
“Something about you feels familair. I didn’t want to trust you but…”
“But you need answers.” He finished.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“So, you were just trying to look out for my father and I.” He said so with a soft smile that for some reason, made my heart flutter.
“I think Madam Furah was only an accomplice. Someone really wants you or your father dead.”
Folarin frowned thoughtfully but remained silent.
Minutes later, my phone chimed.
“Excuse me.” I said, reading the message.
I know who you are. You will pay for meddling where you’re not concerned.
I felt my jaw go slack. The number itself was unknown.
“Adun, what’s wrong?” Folarin asked, getting up from the sofa.
He took the phone out of my numb hands and read the message, biting back a cuss.
“You’re not safe here.”
“But I don’t have any…” I trailed off.
Oh God, why did life just love to play me this way?
He turned to look me in the eye.
“I know you don’t fully trust me, but Adun your safety is important to me either way.”
“I-I could call the Police, I’m sure they-” The idea sounded bleak even to me.
“You don’t understand,” He shook his head. “Whoever is behind this isn’t a regular person. They must hold enough power to go against any member of my family and now you’ve been dragged into it. Let me handle this, Adun. In the mean time, will you do something for me?”
I lifted my gaze to his. “What?”
“I need you to come with me.”
Not this again. I shook my head and got to my feet, prepared to refuse him.
“What do I need to do for you to trust me?”
I needed proof. Evidence that he and I were somehow connected once. As if he read my mind, he moved closer and I felt flustered at the little space between us.
“What are you doing?” I asked sharply as his hand made it’s way toward my shoulder. In the blink of an eye, he pulled down my sleeve. His gaze roamed over the exposed skin of my back and shoulder.
“You pervert!” I yelled but he didn’t even flinch as he continued his search. Instead, he smiled in satisfaction.
“There, right below your shoulder blade.” His fingers brushed my skin and I recalled a distant memory of a man doing the same long ago.
I knew what was there. It was the only birthmark I had.
“How do you know about that?” I accused, jerking my sleeve back in place.
“Come with me and I’ll tell you everything.”He countered.
I stared him down for a while. Something pushed me to just go along with him while another part of me wanted to lash out at him for invading my privacy like that. Then again, that he knew exactly where it was… I gulped.
“Okay…okay I’ll go with you.” I sighed, giving in.
A smile lit his already handsome features.
Maybe, just maybe I could finally start piecing together this puzzle of my life.
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