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shegs4danny:
so because u buy cloth 4 boy nw u tink say is bad what abt d guys dat are been buying tings 4 u...they fool abi

It's actually funny reading some girls comment. what about the ones the guys got us? phones, cash, jewelry etc and yet the relationship no work out nko. ohhhh them wan to dey receive all the time abi? Guys have spent way more than that on girls and still got dumped.

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If deres any update on page 7....can sum1 please quote it for me...it's not opening on my browser

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I don't take alcohol. Abeg order for hollandia yogurt

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Hi shewrites. I've finally joined buh scared of being addicted to it...lol ... following you keenly tho

Dont be scared. Ask my peeps, I always finish my stories.

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I think I'm in love with bukky .
Been thinking about her too much these days

OluwabuqqyYOLO:

SURE! Then, 'they' will come again and accuse him of rape. Or, maybe, defilement of a minor this time around.

I'm part of the they oh bros, the first time wasn't consensual, the guy is toxic she should avoid him for her sanity

Nice,you are a really good writer and I hope you finish your story like you say you do.

beautiful write up

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I'm part of the they oh bros, the first time wasn't consensual, the guy is toxic she should avoid him for her sanity

OKAY, sir.

very nice write up
kudos to you
more ink to your pen

My beautiful peeps :-) Thank you for all ur heart felt comments. I sincerely appreciate u all.

I was supposed to update today. But, I had to take care of a few things.

Unfailingly by lunch time tomorrow, I will post chapter 13 and 14.

Love yah *winks*

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nice update dear

SheWrites:
My beautiful peeps :-) Thank you for all ur heart felt comments. I sincerely appreciate u all.

I was supposed to update today. But, I had to take care of a few things.

Unfailingly by lunch time tomorrow, I will post chapter 13 and 14.

Love yah *winks*

Love ya too....you can add dinner, I eat very well now.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Bukky breathed out heavily. The two big heavyBagco bags she was carrying made it difficult for her to walk. She wished she had taken a bike at the junction. The distance between her house and the bus-stop was short, but, the load she was burdened with made it seem long and far. Her tired eyes darted left, right and around. She hoped a bike would pass by. She left the house very early in the morning to the market.There was no foodstuff in the house. Their cupboard was empty. Not even a grain of rice was in sight. She had been very busy during the week and thought that her aunt would shop for what they needed, but, the woman postponed it until she returned home on Friday evening claiming ill health. She left her two assistants in charge of sales of the bean cake that morning. It was weekend and patronage from people was usually on the increase. The girls had been with her for a while; she trusted them to handle things effectively. They were daughters of her neighbours. They all lived in the same house. If they stole from her, she could always report to their parents.

“Let me help you with that,” someone came up behind her and collected both bags from her.

She turned around and saw Chike in a pair of blue shorts and white short-sleeve Jersey, “My knight in shining armour,” she beamed in relief.

“Shut up there. Why didn’t you board a bike home?” he started down the street.

“I thought I could handle it,” she walked beside him.

He glanced at her, “When did you become Ironman?”

She chuckled, “If you ask me, na who I go ask?”

He started to laugh, “You are an unwell somebody.”

She started to laugh too.

“What are your plans for Easter?”

She shrugged, “We have a programme in church on Good Friday. Easter Sunday and Easter Monday, I don’t know. My boyfriend might have plans.”

He looked at her quickly, “Is he around?”

“Yes,” she glanced at him.

“You said he attends LASU.”

“Yes.”

“What level, what course?” beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. The bags were incredibly heavy.

“He is studying Economics and Statistic. He is in his first year.”

“I see. How old is he?”

“He will be twenty-one in August.”

Frowned, “Is he born in August too?”

“Yes,” she noticed the dissatisfied look on his face.

“Wherever he is taking you, I also have plans for us.”

She eyed him, “What is that supposed to mean?”

He eyed her back, “Why do you think I didn’t travel home for the holidays?”

“How am I supposed to know?” she blinked.

“I wanted us to spend time together.”

“Eh! Look at this trouble maker,” she placed her hands on her hips and looked him up and down.

He laughed lightly, “Your boyfriend should be ready to share you this holiday.”

“Please o! Abeg, I don’t want wahala.”

“You need to pay for all this work I am doing. You have to compensate me.”

She hissed and sighed with relief as her house came into view, “I will give you extra akaratomorrow morning.”

“I don’t want akara, biko. I want your time and attention.”

“Chikena beg, I dey beg you, no come put sand, sand for my garri this holiday.”

He started to laugh, “So, because your boyfriend is around, you want to abandon me abi?”

“Who is abandoning who? We are just friends.”

“Friendship ko, fishery ni.”

“You know you are a hopeless somebody.”

“Same to you.”

They started to laugh out loud.Bukky saw her boyfriend standing in front of the house, clad in a pair of black and red stripped boxers and a white singlet.

“That is my boyfriend.”

Chike followed the direction of her gaze and saw a dark, slender, good looking young man standing in front of her house. The guy looked familiar.

“kai he is a bit taller than I am, but, I have muscles, and he doesn’t.”
She ignored him.

Gbemiga saw them. His curious gaze flew to the tall brown skin thick looking guy beside his girlfriend.

“Morning,” she slowed her steps.

“Morning, where are you coming from?” his gaze settled on her smiling face.

“I had to dash to the market this morning.”

He turned to look at the guy that stood behind his girlfriend, obviously carrying her loads.

“This is my friend Chike, he moved into the area sometime ago.”

Both guys eyed themselves.

“Chike, meet my boyfriend, Oluwagbemiga.”

“Nice meeting you,” Chike seized him up.

“Let me have those bags,” Gbemiga stepped forward.

“Don’t worry. I can handle it,”Chike started towards the house.

Gbemiga watched him till he went in; he turned to look at her, “A friend?”

“Yes,” she noticed the displeased look in his dark eyes.

“Don’t you know that guys in this area have only one agenda? They don’t want to be your friend; they just want to get into your pants.”

She began to shake her head, “Chike is not like that. He is different. He isn’t even from around here. He is a student of Unilag, he is a good Christian and he is also responsible.”

“If he is a student, that makes it worse,” he stared at her sternly.

“How so?” she didn’t understand her boyfriend’s annoyance.

“University students don’t do friendship, except benefits is attached.”

She raised an eyebrow, “He is not like that…”

“What do you know?” he eyed her.

She stared back at him. Why was he talking to her like that?

“You are not even a student. You lack basic education and cannot decipher the intention of guys.”

His statement hurt her.She couldn’t believe he just used her illiteracy to determine her intelligence and perception.

“I am your first love and first boyfriend. Your naivety is going to cost us our relationship.”

Her eyes smarted with tears. If it was someone else, she would have been able to overlook it, but, coming from her own boyfriend, it hurt badly.

“I want you to stay away from him.Stay away from guys in this area, please.”

She sniffled, “You cannot choose my friends.”

He glared at her, “I have every right…”

“Are you my father?!” she shot him a disdainful look.

“No, but, I am your…”

“Have you paid my bride price?”

“No, but, I have plans to…”

“Then you have no right to determine who my friends should be.”

He stared back at her. His annoyance grew.

“I don’t need basic education to discern who people are or what they are not. I have my instinct and I also have the spirit of God.”

Suddenly, he realized how hurt she must have felt by his callous words.

“Now, I really know how you feel about me,” she started to walk away.

“Bukky, no… I was just trying to explain…”

She halted and turned around, “Explain what? The fact that you are dating an illiterate doesn’t sit well with you. I am glad I know now.”

“No, Bukky…”

“Maybe we shouldn’t really be dating. We are definitely two worlds apart,” she walked away.

“Bukky!”

She didn’t respond. She went straight into the house.

Gbemiga cursed under his breath. How was he going to clear up their misunderstanding? He loved her and didn’t care if she was educated or not.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Chike beamed when he saw her. He stepped back into the apartment and let her in.

“I came to say thank you,” she walked in bearing a large basket.

“Interesting,” he closed the door and locked it.

She carried the basket into the kitchen and placed it on the table.

“What’s in there?” he stood by the doorway, eyeing the basket.

She turned towards him, “Everything I prepared today,” she smiled at him.

“Awesome!” he hurried to her side and looked into the basket. There were about six covered bowls.

“There is ogbonna soup, melon soup, vegetable soup, meat stew, yam porridge and beans.”

“Yippee! I am not going to cook for weeks,” he began to salivate.

She started to laugh.

“Thank you,” he looked directly into her happy eyes.

“You are welcome,” she stared back at him. His dark brown eyes had a warm glow and the way he looked at her, she felt wanted and desired.

He took a step closer, leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek. Her heart lurched at his action. She punched him on the shoulder and backed away.

“Ouch!” he rubbed the hurting shoulder.

“You need to stop doing that,” she eyed him.

“Why? Do you prefer a kiss instead?”

“Now you are talking crazy.”

“Am I?” he grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her.

“What’s all this nonsense now?? Let me go jor.”

“No, I won’t. I want to satisfy you. I want to kiss you.”

“Stop it now.”

“Why? I know you like it when I peck you. Maybe you want me to kiss you. I have been dying to taste your sumptuous lips like forever.”

“Chike Nwosu!” she shot him a warning glare.

“I know you like me, just as much as I like you.”

“Stop it!”

“You cannot deny it. I don’t want to hide it.”

She pushed against his chest.

“One kiss, just one sweet kiss.”

“Stop it!”

He dropped his head, eyes locked, and their lips an inch apart. He felt her tremble against him. He was right, she was also attracted to him.

“I am an honourable man,” he let her go.

She hurried out of the kitchen and he followed her.

“I will never take what has not been freely given.”

She settled on the leather chair.

“You are another man’s property. For now anyway,” he joined her on the chair.

“Stop playing games,” she faced the television.

He observed her. She looked slightly shaken.

“Or else, I will stop coming to your place.”

“Shut up there! You that do not have friends in this area. You will be lonely without me.”

She chuckled and punched him on the shoulder.

“Ouch! If you don’t stop hitting me, I will start retaliating with sweet kisses,” he threatened her.

She glanced at him in bewilderment.

“I have warned you,” he rubbed his throbbing shoulder.

“You are a very bad boy.”

He chuckled and winked at her. She hissed and picked up the remote.

“Where is your boyfriend?”

The thought of Gbemiga made her heart ache. She had been avoiding him since their argument that morning.

He noticed the sad glint in her eyes, “Is everything all right?”

She shook her head, then nodded.

“Bukola…”

She turned her head and met his concerned stare, “We had a little argument this morning.”

“I see,” he had a feeling that it was about him, “Don’t worry, every couple fight.”

“Hmmm…” she returned her attention to the television.

“If he truly loves you, you will be just fine.”

She glanced at him. The assurance in his eyes calmed her frail mind.

“You guys will definitely settle your fight with a sweet kiss.”

“What’s with you and sweet kisses?” she eyed him.

He started to laugh, “Don’t pretend, he has been kissing you, right?”

She looked away.

“I hope that’s all he does,” he seized her up, “You are pretty and you have a fantastic physique. He will find it very hard to keep his hands off
you.”

She swallowed hard.

You have no idea Chike.

“Or has he been touching you?” his heart missed a beat.

“Mind your own business,” she eyed him.

“I believe the both of you know that sex outside marriage is a no-no as a Christian.”

She dropped her gaze and stared at her feet.

“Bukky…”

“We know.”

“Have you guys been…”

The night Gbemiga deflowered her flashed through her mind’s eye. She closed her eyes and opened it.

“Bukky…”

“Chike leave me.”

“Talk to me. What are friends for?”

She swallowed spittle, “We… it was just once.”

He felt pain spreading in his chest region. The thought of what they had done made him weak. He turned away and leaned against the seat.

“It was my first time,” she observed him.

He felt worse because she lost her virginity. It was a priceless gift she should have fought hard to keep.

“I… I didn’t… it wasn’t planned.”

“Kissing and handling always lead to unplanned things, you guys should bemore careful.”

She sensed that he wasn’t happy. She wondered if the way he saw her had changed.

“You shouldn’t have allowed him,” he directed his sad gaze at her.

Tears glistered in her eyes, “I didn’t…” she whispered.

He frowned, “What are you saying?”

“I … I couldn’t stop him.”

“What? You should have pushed him away or screamed for help.”

The tears came. It was the first time she was opening up to anyone about that night.

“If I had screamed, we would have been discovered. My aunt would have skinned me alive and his family might…” she sighed heavily.

A scowl appeared on his face, “Did he rape you?”

She gave a shake of head, “We… he… I didn’t want to go that far,but, he said he lost control.”

“Like hell he did,” he said through gritted teeth. It angered him that her boyfriend took advantage of her.

“I broke up with him afterwards, but, he promised… he has been em… nothing has happened thus far.”

Unexpectedly, he pulled her into his arms. She sighed with relief and felt comforted in his warm embrace.

“If he ever touch you again, if he ever tries to forcefully…” he inhaled sharply, “Just call me. I will show him pepper.”

She buried her face in his chest. It felt good to know that someone was ready to protect her.

“You need to be careful.”

“Okay.”

“Why are you guys sneaking around like children? If you love each other, everyone should beaware that you are dating.”

She sighed heavily. He was right.

“Secret relationships are for babies.”

She raised her head and stared at him. He had a firm look on his face.

“Are you a baby?”

She gave a shake of head.

“But, you are my baby.”

She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

“My beautiful baby.”