His curiosity as a journalist made him to give the story an intense follow-up, but Kemi anticipation to his love mesmerized him. They took romantic step to their matrimonial room. On the bed, they spoke with whisper tone, and he began to kiss her with slowness. She laughed when he took off her pyjama with modest.
Kemi: ‘’ I love you’’
Kunle: ‘’ I love you too’’
Kemi: ‘’ Do you listen to the news on the presentation of the 2017 budget?’’
Kunle: ‘’Yes, but let me pass my own budget’’
They both chuckled
Kunle played her sweetness. He entered between her legs. She cried like a maiden. Her eyes were staring at him as he moved in, with no trepidation. She sounded like kitten; when his penetration made her tenderness to go another realm. Her voice went low, as the fun was all over her.
Kemi: ‘’ Baby, you are sweet’’
He ignored her statement; though he took her position to another level, so, she could enjoy herself to the fullest. He looked at her; with long trip of kiss. Again she changed her posture for him to drive her to her resilient paradise. He rode her with gentility. Even though her urge went crazy for him to come to her, he still gave her the best that made her sang song of her nicely melody to the entire household
Kemi: ‘’ You must be crazy, baby?’’
Kunle: ‘’ We are both crazy. Don’t you enjoy yourself?’’
Kemi: “Yes, I do’’
The neighbourhood cock gave them the dawn alarms as if its serenade to their romantic tale. Also, the morning dawn ray came with brightness to their room, and they both stood briskly for their morning chores.
Kemi: ‘’ The reason I love you is that you are not a promiscuous man’’
With her midnight tiredness, she still went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for him. She also sent a text message to Alhaji; and he replied her message with call
Alhaji: ‘’ Hello Kemi, I just read your message. But what do you think we do?’’
Kemi: ‘’ He is still at home and he may eavesdrop our conversation’’
Alhaji: ‘’ Okay. I will call you as the day sleeps away from the night’’
She hung her phone. She took the breakfast to him where he sat and he began to eat the delicious macaroni with cup of coffee, before he took himself to work, as journalist. After the meal, he took his phone and booked the newest taxi in Lagos, Uber.
Kunle: ‘’ Dear, I will be off to work as soon as the driver comes’’
Kemi: ‘’ When will you be back and what kind of meal will you want me to cook for you?’’
Kunle: ‘’ Cook as delicious as yourself’’
The Uber’s driver called him and he rushed swiftly, with the ferocity he had for his work. She dispatched him to the entrance. She closed all the louvers and began to read her favourite online Stories from ADELOVE.COM, AdeLove Stories to be precised. With her amusement for creative Stories by AdeLove, she had forgotten her normalcy as wife. She became frenzy on her pervious conversation with Alhaji; she called him again, but the AdeLove Stories’ serial bewitched her, and that made her concentration to go in vileness.
Kemi: ‘’ Hello Alhaji, are you there?’’
Alhaji: ‘’ Yes. I’m with you in spirit’’
Kemi: ‘’ Okay. What do you think we do to him?’’
Alhaji: ‘’ I have a plan for him but I will reveal the plan to you when we have face contact’’
Kemi: ‘’ Okay. But he is courteous and a gladiator when it comes to his profession’’
Alhaji: ‘’ You don’t need to be worried because I know how to handle with such a man. He has this impetuous for his job’’
Kemi: ‘’ That is Kunle Amudidun for you’’
Alhaji: ‘’ Can you join me at Ikoyi club now?’’
Kemi: ‘’ Alright. I will join you in a jiffy’’
Her conversation with Alhaji, amused her to rush to her wardrobe and brought out her exquisite calico gowns. Well, she contemplated on the gown to wear, but her ephemeralness made her to agree; though, she was purveyor of cloth. However, she took the cloth to her mirror, for the semblance on her. Indeed, her plethora to the occasion with Alhaji was acute to her. She went to the rest room, bath herself to the clearness of an infant. She wore her ironed calico gown; with her chestnut like make-up. She smiled to herself through her mirror, but her lip-gloss was vampire lip. After her womanly, she moved out of the house, to look for taxi that would take her to Ikoyi. Where she stood, from afar, she saw a Peugeot Kabukabu taxi that was painted with the commercial motorist colour, yellow and black. Her hands were beckoning the driver with gaiety, and all of the sudden the driver approaches her
Kemi: ‘’ I’m going to Ikoyi?’’
The driver drove towards the third Mainland Bridge, there was unsexy gridlock, which Lagosians call go-slow. The car moved bumper-bumper, until she told the driver to manoeuvre cars; before she called Alhaji.
Kemi: “Alhaji, where are you?’’
Alhaji: ‘’ I’m around Ajose Adeogun now’’
Kemi: ‘’ Okay. Please, hasten whatever you are doing because I don’t want him to query me if he arrives home early’’
Alhaji: ‘’ Meet you now’’
Every newspaper room is always a mad room, but not a rehab for insanity. It is always a serious place for news making—-Kunle was tattered, and shabby because he had to meet deadline. His office was noisy; when his fellow colleagues were to dissect the 2017 budget for another fiscal year; and others were deliberating on the senate rejection of Ibrahim Magu as EFCC chairman. Kunle ignored their conversations, and called his wife. His love for her was juicy.
Kunle: ‘’Hello sweet heart, where are you?’’
Kemi: ‘’ I’m on the Island to see a friend’’
Kunle: ‘’ Male or Female?’’
No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth- Plato
Ikoyi club is where Lagos doyens, titans and business moguls come to have eventide refreshment. When she got there, she was delirious with what she saw. Her eyes glimpsed the scenery; after she had paid the Kabukabu man. She looked at her dress properly before she entered the cafeteria. She sat, also her neck copiously looked at the interior, which glint in different colours that gleamed her splendour. The waiter approached her. As she was about to speak, and also checked her Dolce & Gabbana bag, she saw Alhaji coming to her direction. Alhaji dressed as chieftain of the Hausa clan. With his such an expensive fabric of kaftan. She giggled, with haphazard emotion as Alhaji sat at the seat beside her.
Kemi: ‘’ Ina Wuni (good afternoon)’’
Alhaji: ‘’ Ya Kike (how are you?) I’m sorry for the late coming’’
Kemi: ‘’ You don’t need to plea because it’s normal in Lagos’’
Alhaji: ‘’ You mean Lagos has this as a normalcy?’’
Kemi: ‘’ Yes. Even though Lagos is the populous city in Africa—the government has not done anything as providence’’
Alhaji: ‘’ Kemi, you have not stop this your public agitation. Do you want to become an activist?’’
Kemi: ‘’ Oga, leave tori for journalist to write’’
Alhaji nodded ruefully; and he waved the waiter. The waiter approached him. He asked Kemi what she wanted to eat.
Kemi: ‘’ I’ll prefer Shawarma and two bottles of Guinness stouts’’
Alhaji requested for Hennessy VO. The waiter left for the request, and within wink of their eyes, he had served them their requests
Kemi: ‘’ What do you want?’’
Alhaji: ‘’ From who’’
Kemi: ‘’ Kunle’’
Question: what could be the purpose of Kemi’s meeting with Alhaji?
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