EazyBoi:
All is well sha. Another update dropping tonight.

eagerly waiting

[b] ...continuation

Club Spartacus was located at the pool-side of the Princess luxury hotel. Princess Luxury hotel was one of the biggest in town if not the biggest. The most expensive but its worth it. It was hard to miss. Only people with membership card could go to the bar and the cards were graded ranging from ruby to sapphire to silver to Gold to diamond depending on your purse and, every saturday, the customer who spent the highest amount of money during the week was given Mr. Spartacus or Miss Diana.

Lanre rode towards the gate of the hotel on his bike. He was dressed like he was riding a power-bike. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a black trousers. A pair of black italian leather shoe adorned his feet and a big black helmet protected his head. He got to the gate and stopped. The gateman who had seen him coming came out and stood infront of Lanre. He stuck out his hand and Lanre gave him his silver coloured card which looked like an ATM card.

'Silver' the gateman said and handed the card back to Lanre. He ran a metal detector on Lanre and when he was satisfied, he opened the gate for Lanre who rode in. Lanre had a school-bag strapped to his back and when he had parked his bike, he made his way to the pool-side.

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[b] ...continuation

Lanre walked into the club house, found himself a seat and ordered for a red wine. He was seated at a table surrounded by four chairs but he was the only one seated. He had only sat for thirty minutes when Adeola and her maids walked in. Adeola was the one who caught his attention. She was tall, slim and light-skinned. The short gown she wore exposed her skinny and long legs. Adeola and her maids sat a few metres from Lanre and she was facing his direction which allowed him to take in her feature properly. He suddenly discovered she was a princess from the bead on her wrist when she raised her hand to get the barman's attention.

Lanre quickly opened his bag which was sitting on the chair next to him and he brought out a white cardboard paper which had been cut to a special size of 20-X-20 cm. He fished out a pencil and started his drawing. Such was his gift. He sat properly so he could have a good view of Adeola's face and after about twenty minutes, he had captured Adeola's face in his drawing. He checked his drawing to see if he got it right. Even a layman would knew he got it right. So, satisfied with his work, he beckoned on the barman to come.

'Here, sir' the barman said as soon as he got to Lanre.
'You see that lady over there?' Lanre said in a low tone as he pointed towards Adeola who was moving her hands as if she was telling an involved story.
'Which one of them?' the barman asked.
'The one with the bead on her wrist'
'Yeah. What about her?'
'Kindly help me give this to her'

The barman moved to where the ladies sat holding the picture Lanre had just drawn. He got to them and they stopped talking. They all looked at him inquisitively.
'Sorry to disturb you but I was told to give you this' He said handing the cardboard paper to Adeola who took and examined it. She gasped on discovering that it was a picture of herself drawn with pencil.

'Who told you to give me this?' she asked at last.
'He told me...' the barman said pointing towards Lanre and he was cut short on discovering that Lanre had disappeared.

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END OF CHAPTER TWO [/b]

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[b] CHAPTER THREE

ADEOLA walked into her room holding the picture she had been given. She was tired and exhausted. She checked her golden wrist-watch for the time. It said 11:30pm. She sat on the edge of her bed and wondered who could have drawn her but she was getting nowhere near any answer. When she was tired of stressing her brain, she laid on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

About thirty minutes later, Ronke walked into the room to check on her mistress only to find her fast asleep. She moved towards the bed and took the picture laying beside the sleeping princess. She admired the picture and wondered who that artist was. The turning of Adeola in bed coupled with her moans brought Ronke back to reality and she dropped the picture and silently tip-toed out of the room.

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Lanre rode into the compound at about 12:00am. Even though he was slightly drunk, he still managed to get himself home. When he had left Club Spartacus, he had gone to another club in town where he had gotten himself drunk a little bit after drawing another picture of the lady he had seen at Club Spartacus. He was so in love with this lady so much he couldn't deny it.

He staggered towards the front door and knocked twice before discovering that the door wasn't locked. He simply turned the lock and pushed the door inward. He went straight to his room and fell asleep as soon as he fell on the bed.

Ten O'clock the following morning met him on his bed. He was awakened by the frantic knocks of his mum on his door. He simply ignored the knocks and went straight to the bathroom to take a much needed shower after which he got himself dressed up. That was when he unlocked the door but he did not open the door. He opened his window and allowed in the fresh early morning sun. He was a little bit relieved. He looked out and took in the beautiful landscape. The voice of his mother calling him to breakfast brought him back to reality. He went to the dining area and swept the table with his eyes before sitting down to enjoy the sumptuous meal. After the meal, he went into the garden for another day's work.

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TBC [/b]

[b] ...continuation

Lanre was busy painting a picture he cherished so much when his mother came from behind. He had almost finished the painting, he was just doing some finishing works at the edges of the painting. He didn't bother to look back when he heard the footsteps. He knew whose footsteps they were.

'Lanre, what is this you're doing?' Mrs. Olakunle asked.
'It's what gives me joy' Lanre didn't bother to look back.
'You've been here all day painting. Painting what in particular?'
Lanre hesitated before answering. He took in a deep breath and said,
'My love, Mum'
'Your what?' Mrs. Olakunle was surprised. She had taken care of this young man for more than twenty-eight years and she had never heard him talk about love.
'My love. Mum, look at the picture. Isn't she beautiful?' Lanre's question brought her back to the matter at hand. She regarded the painting for the first time since she came to the garden. On seeing the picture, her eyes opened as wide as saucers and she gave it her full attention. For close to thirty seconds, she looked on and,
'Oh, this lady!' escaped from her lips.
'Do you know her?' Lanre asked.
'Yes, the lady at the hospital that I told you about'
'Oh, what a coincidence!' Lanre smiled.

After one minute of silence, Lanre stood up, took in a deep breath and said,
'Mum, don't get yourself worked up. She may not end up being mine 'cause I've not made my intention known to her. I just met her last night'
'Oh!' Mrs. Olakunle said, turned and walked back into the house.

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Adeola walked away from the dining area and went straight to her room. She had just finished her lunch which she really enjoyed. It was prepared by Feyisara specially for her. Whenever she wanted to eat an extra-delicious meal, she allowed Feyisara to cook and gave the cook the day off without her parent's knowledge. Feyisara was always delighted to cook for the family and she always looked forward to the day the princess would give her the permission.

Adeola walked into her room and her picture given to her by the barman stared at her. When she woke up that morning, she had hung the picture on the wall at an angle where noone entering her room could miss it. The picture spoke doubly about her beauty. She stood beside the picture and thought,
'Who could this mysterious artist be?' not knowing she was thinking aloud.
'Don't worry, your majesty, you'll meet him someday' A voice said from behind her.

Adeola was stunned. She looked back and saw Ronke. She didn't know she had left the door open and she didn't know when Ronke walked in. Ronke had a way of sneaking in on her whenever she was deep in thought.
'How did you know the painter is a 'he'?' Adeola asked after recovering from her shock.
'Didn't you remember what the barman said?' Ronke asked. ' "He told me..." ' She continued, mimicking the barman.

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TBC [/b]

I don book space for here. Nice one. Next update plzzz...

Psalmology:
I don book space for here. Nice one. Next update plzzz...

Why space booking

[b] ...continuation

'Love me. Love me. Say that you love me...'
Justin Bieber's ''Love me'' was blaring loudly from the home-theater in the Olakunle's sitting room. Mrs. Olakunle, Lanre's mum, was in the sitting room mending a torn clothe. She was moving her head rythmically in response to the tune. She had been doing this for the past thirty minutes.

Lanre was just coming out of his room whistling and as soon as he heard the song, he stopped whistling and inclined his head to one side as he listened with rapt attention and when he was doubly sure what he had heard, he moved towards the sitting room and sighting his mother, he smiled. Standing quietly behind his mother, he touched her on the shoulder making her jump with fear but as soon as she saw him, she smiled.

'Ah! Lanre, I almost jumped out of my skin' she said still smiling.
'Grammatical rubbish. How can one jump out of his skin?' he replied.
'You and this your amusing remarks'
Lanre suddenly became serious.
'Ehn, Ehn, mum. You know that lady?'
'The one you drew?'
'Yeah, do you know her name?'
She frowned, 'Well, I don't know. I only met her at the hospital but it seems she is a princess'
'Yeah,' Lanre was a little disappointed, 'I know she's a princess'

After almost a minute of ruminating, he suddenly jumped up and clicked his heels.
'I know what to do. I've got an idea'
'What idea?' Mrs. Olakunle asked.
'Never mind, mum' he replied with a wave of his right hand.
'Hmmm, men and their ''never mind'' thingy'

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TBC [/b]

Eazyboi this is great. There is something about the way you write. So simple yet intellectually deep. Keep it up.

adegwurulez:
Eazyboi this is great. There is something about the way you write. So simple yet intellectually deep. Keep it up.

I concur, the biggest boss.

[b] CHAPTER FOUR

AS the hands of the clock was striking 4:00pm, Adeola stormed out of her room with a frown on her face and she almost ran into Feyisara who was rushing to her room to do the princess's bidding. It was a culture in the Johnson's house for the maids to rush to their master's or mistress's room whenever they heard the door open. It was part of the training they had recieved during their early days with the Johnsons. They were taught never to make themselves scarce in the house. That was how it has been with the ancestors of King Adekunle Johnson and he had followed their footsteps without an exception.

With King Johnson being a graduate of history from the university of Ibadan before going to the University of Lagos to study engineering after which he went to Birmingham university for his masters degree in civil engineering, he was very much interested in culture especially the yoruba culture wanting to live and behave in the way of his ancestors.

'Where are you rushing to?' Adeola asked Feyisara.
'To do the princess's bidding, your majesty' Feyisara replied.
'Oh, and you almost knocked me down'
'I'm so sorry ma but, don't mind my curiosity, you look a little disturbed. What is the matter?'
'I've been thinking for some time now'
'On what, your majesty?'

By this time they had been moving towards the family sitting room.
'Thinking about the mysterious artist'
'Oh!' Feyisara's face broke into a smile, 'The princess shouldn't disturb herself on such things'
They got to the sitting room and Adeola sat down while Feyisara stood beside her.

'Why shouldn't I?' Adeola asked after swooshing out a deep breath.
Feyisara had no reply to that. She only looked up and rolled her eyes in frustration.
This whole 'Artist and picture' thingy was getting in the way of the princess's thinking. It appears the princess had a very tender heart. People like that were very difficult to reason with. If you should advice them too much, especially on romantic stuffs, you would be overloading their heart and, if care isn't taken, they would go from happy to miserable within a short time which could be very disastrous.

Feyisara was busy searching for what to say when Adeola jumped out of her seat and headed straight to her room while Feyisara scurried after her and when Adeola had almost reached her room, she turned and regarded Feyisara. She drew breath and said,
'I'm going out tonight, to look for that artist and until I find him, I won't be coming back home'
'Do you need Ronke and I to follow you or I alone?' Feyisara asked.
'None of you will be following me. In fact, I'm driving myself' And, with that, she entered her room and slammed the door in Feyisara's face making her feel like an outcast.

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TBC [/b]

Happy new year, y'all.

Nice story but the updates are too short

I'm feeling your story. Please update as much as possible. Me likey. Kudos to you

Komzzy1:
Nice story but the updates are too short

I'm so sorry. I'll try nd improve.

Psalmology:
I'm feeling your story. Please update as much as possible. Me likey. Kudos to you

Thanks my big boss. I'll improve.

Gbagaun!!! the sound of love bell beckons with impending sorrow and pain peeping from not far away distance. I welcome Adeola and Lanre to an unforgettable LOVE adventure in the diary of their various life. It works like magic...

Well done, Easyboi. Next!!!!!!!

BestInDeeWorld:
I concur, the biggest boss.

Happy new year to you and every other follower of this great piece.

easyboi nice piece of art u have here.. please come n continue it

eazyboi, why did u abandon dis beautiful piece? Come n continue biko, cant wait to read more. And why ws lanre cryn? I need to knw abeg.

nice story u got here but why didn't you finish the story