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CHAPTER 47
MERCY'S POV
"to make it short."
I nodded; well I guess I will have to do with the summarized version of it.
"I had a boyfriend a year ago, we made the perfect couple. One day, something tragic happened and I was given a chance to help but my father did not believe me but instead locked me up.
Ever since that time I haven't met my boyfriend and my best friend. I met him recently at a club and I don't know. I just want everything to be like before you know?"
Even though she said that was the shortest way to put it a drop of tear still dropped from her eyes making me feel bad for forcing her to talk.
I guess everyone had their skeletons in their closets.
I sighed and rubbed her hands gently.
I did not know what to say to comfort her, so I just did that.
When she was done, she looked at me with a smile.
"now you know my darkest past."
She said lightly and I nodded.
A way to tell her that her secrets were save with me.
I wanted to ask what tragic thing happened, but I knew that would only hurt her more, so I kept quiet and nodded with a warm smile.
"what will happen if you meet him?"
I asked,
"I will explain my part of the story."
She simply said back and faced her phone showing end of discussion.
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One last step, just one last step and I will be free.
I muttered to myself as I finally opened the gate.
I was really tired, and Hakeem was still at school so he could not give me a lift home today since I could not wait another hour there.
I stepped inside and breathed out in relief.
I walked inside and muttered greetings to some of my neighbor downstairs until my eyes caught one.
Fikunmi and not just her, she was with Teni and they were laughing and doing whatever couples do.
The guts they had but not even guts. The conscience they lacked to do that.
Maybe they were not feeling guilty at all, but it is all in the past now.
I walked ahead like I did not see them, but I know I caught their attention since I heard Teni call my name while talking.
"shit, Mercy."
I heard him say but just ignored the feeling to talk or to acknowledge them.
They were not worth my time.
He was just a mistake in my part. And they were the perfect couple; the guy who cheated and lied to his girlfriend and the girl who betrayed her friend who was the said girlfriend.
Real match.
I wonder the type of con-artist they will give birth too if they should marry.
I used my last energy to climb the stairs and for the first time I regretted living upstairs.
Once I got inside, I dropped my bag and dropped myself to the soft couch too.
I did not even know when I slept off on the couch.
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The sound of metal hitting each other woke me up from my slumber. I sat straight on the chair only to find a blanket draped on my legs.
I slowly stood up since the noise was not reducing and that was making my head pound harder.
I followed the noise and got to the kitchen.
Hakeem was standing there arranging pots. Today's Thursday, his day to clean up. Yeah, we are still following the rules.
"hey." I said slightly startling him making me chuckle.
"hey, you are awake." He turned back to look at me.
But I was already right in front of him.
I walked closer and hugged him.
He hugged me back slowly rubbing my back.
"you okay?"
"I have a headache."
I muttered softly making him pull back and place his palm on my forehead.
"shit, you're burning up."
He said a concerned look covering all his features and look immediately.
He led me to my room and told me to lay down on my bed.
He walked out fast and came back with a sachet of paracetamol.
"you should use this first while you call your mum."
He said sitting beside me.
"it is not that bad."
I tried to argue. If I go with my mum, I would miss tomorrow's class but thankfully we just finished our test and tomorrow's lesson was not really serious.
I sat up a little and used two pills of the drugs.
He collected the glass cup from me once I was done and placed it on the bedside table.
"I am okay."
I said with a small smile trying to at least reduce how worried he was.
"you look so pale."
He brushed the strand of hair on my face back.
"I am dying of worry right now. Where's your phone? You should call your parents."
He said softly with a frown.
This was not how we were planning this weekend,
His birthday weekend!
I just wish mum would let me leave on Saturday which was his birthday.
It has been three months since we have been together.
I remember our one-month anniversary, Hakeem took me out to this fancy restaurant, and we got each other gifts, which is always hard on my part since he had the money to buy anything he wants.
"it's in my bag."
I muttered placing a hand over my head.
He quickly walked out and came back with my bag in his hands.
He sat where he was sitting before and brought out my phone from my bag and helped me dial the number.
Once she picked, he talked to her straight not even giving me again,
"good afternoon ma................... This is Hakeem, Mercy's roommate.................. yes ma. They are fine................. she is not feeling well ma..................... she is running a fever and has a headache.......... Okay ma.......... She's here.....okay ma."
he passed the phone to me and I collected it placing it against my ear.
"hello."
I muttered in a light voice.
"Mercy, how are you?"
"not that good."
"Hakeem said you have headache and fever. Do not worry. I am coming to pick you up and we will call Mr. Harry to come meet us at home. Okay?"
Mr. harry is our family doctor, a gentle man to the core.
"yes ma."
"jo ma sick oo. I will soon be there okay? Thank God I am in the area."
"okay."
She ended the call.
"is she coming?"
Hakeem asked collecting my phone and placing it on the bedside table too.
"yeah."
"thank God."
He said looking relieved. His hands met mine and he intertwined our fingers together.
"I wish I was the one sick. It hurts to see you so weak."
His warm and sweet words easily found its way to my heart making me smile a little.
"no, you cannot be sick on your birthday."
"I would rather be than watch you like this."
"I am going to be fine."
Except from the fact that I would not be here on Saturday.
"do not worry about any birthday right now."
He said as if reading my mind.
"but we had a plan."
"I know, we can always do it another day."
"I am not going to miss it."
I said back with a strong mindset.
I hate being sick and I hardly get sick but when I do, I just become so weak. And this is the worse timing ever.
Not long after I could hear the faint sound of a knock. Hakeem slowly removed his hands from mine and walked out of my room.
Shortly after my mum walked into my room with an over worried expression on her face which only got worse once she saw me.
Did I look that bad?
I thought maybe Hakeem was just exaggerating stuffs but with the look on my mum's face I already knew what was coming for me.
I cannot believe I would miss his birthday like that after all our plans.
Shame to the devil!
"ahh, omo mi o. can you walk?"
"yeah."
I muttered and even though all my body felt like rock, I stood up.
Hakeem walked in too and held my hands. My mum did not say anything to that in fact she helped clear the way.
Once we were in the car, I waved to Hakeem and he slowly waved back.
I just wished I could wipe that sad look away from his face.
"Mr. Harry is already on his way okay?"
Mr. Wale sped off immediately making the sight of Hakeem disappear until I could not see him.
"that school stress is too much. That's why I told you to go abroad and join your sister in that her university."
"I wanted to be close to you and dad."
I explained.
"it's okay. Se o ma sun die? (will you take a nap?)"
I nodded and closed my eyes slowly drifting up to sleep.
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I have been on bed rest for the past two days.
I was feeling good, but a slight headache was still present and that could not make me miss my boyfriend's birthday.
I just ended a call with him,
And he was telling me not to worry and if the doctor says I should rest tomorrow, I should.
I can't just do that, and I know that if it was him, he also would not so why tell me to do it?
And what about everything that we had planned? That I had planned? I even have a cake preordered for him and I should just sleep the day off?
The creaking sound of my door brought me out of my thoughts,
I looked up to see who it was and it was my dad with a cold stone nylon in his hands.
A grin quickly found its way to my mouth making me look like a baby waiting for chocolate.
"I got you something."
Dad said with a smile already knowing that I have seen it.
He passed the nylon to me making me hug him.
"thank you, sir."
"you are welcome."
"your sister told me to buy it for you." He said.
My lovely Idara.
We were talking this afternoon and she was like what could she get me to lighten up my mood since I was sad, I would miss an important day like that, so I told her ice-cream.
I was actually joking when I told her, but I guess she did not know since she told dad to get it for me.
"dad can you tell mum to let me go back tomorrow."
He raised an eyebrow,
"why?"
"I have something important to do."
"what?"
"tomorrow is my roommate's birthday."
"that boy you kissed?"
What is with all the questions like these oo?
"yes."
"is he your boyfriend?"
I groaned and covered my face. I wasn't having this conversation with my dad.
I looked at him behind the hands I used to cover my face and he had a little smile on his face.
I removed my hand and scooped another spoonful of ice-cream.
"yes."
"you will be eighteen this year, a legal age as an adult so I expected that would happen sooner or later but be careful of unwanted pregnancy."
I grinned back at him.
"yes sir."
"is that Hakeem not the child of Mr. Paul the owner of Power company?"
"yeah he is the one."
"I heard he has psychological issues due to some incidents, how is he now?"
I was surprised.
Psychological?
People and rumor ehn.
He is perfectly fine and okay.
But my dad was not one to talk about rumors or listen to rumors.
"how do you know?"
I asked acting like I knew, I was not even sure how I was acting right now.
"I did a background check on their family before we offered them the contract and that was the only mark on their records.
Their son, Hakeem, has psychological problem."
"can I see it please?"
I pleaded.
As if I used charm my dad got up surprising me and came back moments later with a document.
He stretched it out to me,
"it should not leave this room."
I nodded.
"thank you, sir."
He nodded and walked out of the room.
My hands were shaking, my heart beating faster, and my mind and head was all over the place trying to find if Hakeem ever did anything to support what was here.
I looked at the blue binder, fully aware that what I needed, the information I needed was inside.
I took in a deep breath,
I guess I was doing this.
psychological problem!
what exactly is wrong with Hakeem?
do you think she will be able tto read and find out?
and if she does,
will it be right?
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