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Boma briefly considered telling Donovan the truth but she was sorely afraid of what he would do to her. Her words came out in a rush as from a distance, she spotted the building that housed her lecture room. "I was outside with...with Hilda and we were we went for dinner and... and.. " She paused, lost for words as his eyes left the road and glanced at her. " Are you lying to me? " "No." she denied, shaking her head as he returned his gaze to the road. “I'm not lying," she said. The fear already gripping her slightly tremulous body was heightening with every passing second. Her lips were starting to waver. She was not used to lying but the fear of him was forcing her to try and learn. "I'm not lying," she repeated. "Then stop stuttering and speak clearly." Boma managed to comport herself. The car was fast approaching her stop. "I was... we were out to dinner and the phone was with me. It was in my pocket. I don't know how it happened. Maybe it fell out of the shuttle we ente
Donovan watched Boma's body press further against her side of the car as she wished she could just disappear, her expression, rueful, scared. She kept her eyes on her lap. "I said come here, don't make me repeat myself." She managed to look at him, nervously observing his quiet but stormy demeanor. " Please, I studied," she said pleadingly. "I read my book and... " "Shut your mouth." he interrupted, silencing her. Then he patted the spot beside him. "Over here, now." "Boss man, I'm sorry to interfere but can we move away from here first?" Phillip asked cautiously. "Phillip, please, I beg you in the name of God. You don't want to piss me off this morning." "Sorry, Boss. " Phillip raised his hands in surrender. He had just wanted to help the girl out by postponing or delaying her ordeal. "And you," Donovan addressed Boma, "Will you get the hell over here?" His exchange with Phillip seemed to have escalated his anger as his attractive light green eyes narrowed at her. Reluctantl
A few minutes passed and Boma's neighborhood came into view. It was a decent layout of low-cost houses kept together by a fence and a broken-down gate that was being repaired. Boma pointed at the estate. "My house is among those," she told Donovan. "Cool. I figured. Is it the B apartments or the A? " " The A " "That means one of your parents is a civil servant? " " Yeah. My dad. " " He's a Senior civil servant? " " Yes. " " That's fine. I figured that out since I know that the A part is for senior civil servants while the B part is for juniors. What does your mum do? " " She's a tailor. " " I see they work hard to foot the bill. " " Yes. " " All the more reason why you can't afford to joke with your studies, don't you agree? " " I agree. " On this, Boma knew he was right. "There are many opportunities for students who are four pointers, did you know that?" "No." "No? Didn't you attend school orientation?" " I missed it. " " Many students do. They think it's not impor
The grand-looking interior of the house intimidated Boma. She had never been in such a lavish residential home before. Long drape curtains, shiny chandeliers, mild, gray, and earthy color tones on furniture with touches of red on decor like throw pillows and wallpaper. Intricate Led lights that were meant for decor other than lighting. Clean wide tiles on the ground, wine bar, large TV, colorful aquarium. Family portraits and other decorative portraits graced the wall. Donovan took her through a flight of stairs graced with more decor lights and some artificial plants. As he walked her down a cozy corridor, her eyes were glued to the sheer beauty of her surroundings. Coming from a humble background, she could not help it. "Our rooms are here on this wing. My parent's room is on the other side of the wing. There is another living room here so we don't have to go downstairs. There's a kitchen downstairs but there is also a kitchen up here. Let's just say that everything upstairs is
Boma watched nervously as Donovan took purposeful steps toward his phone. She knew that if he got hold of the phone and noticed what had happened, she would be in serious trouble.She clutched at her stomach and doubled over, feeling like she was about to puke. Her fear had forced the action out of her.Donovan was immediately before her showing concern as he placed one gentle palm on her back."Oh my baby, what's wrong?" He gently rubbed his palm across her back. "Are you okay? Come with me to the bathroom."Boma allowed him to lead her into the bathroom where he took her to the sink." It's okay if you want to puke over here, okay?"He bent her over the sink and continued gently running her back. "You should have told me you weren't feeling well. We could have gone to the sick bay before hitting the road."" I was... I was okay. " Boma managed to respond. She could feel the strong urge to vomit losing its strength."I understand," he replied. "How are you feeling now? is the urge gon
Boma followed Sharon into a spacious kitchen. She felt the coolness of the air and managed to hide her surprise seeing that the place was air-conditioned. It was a far cry from what she was used to and she liked it. The kitchen in her home was kept cool by good old ventilation. She managed to avoid gaping at the lavish modern kitchen and concentrate on the matter at hand. Sharon ushered her to a seat at the table situated in a corner of the kitchen. "How may I help you?" she asked, taking a seat before her. Boma opened her mouth, ready to report the true nature of her relationship with Donovan but found herself tongue-tied. How would that help her? she wondered. Gosh, she was losing sight of the main goal. "I uh... lost my phone, so I was going to say hi to your cousin using yours. There's an email I need to send to him and..." "Sorry, but can't you use D's phone? And which cousin of mine are you talking about? Is it Fidelis? Cause I know he was in the same school with D which is
Donovan opened the door, making her go inside as he followed behind her. Boma's mind stayed focused on coming up with a good explanation, knowing he would not let it go until he got something out of her.Once they were inside, he whisked her around to face him."What were you guys talking about that Fidelis' name had to be mentioned?"Boma stared at him, still wondering about what to say."Why... why don't you ask your sister?"A look of incredulity darkened his eyes."Are you looking for trouble? "She forced a smile, trying to make light of the situation." I was just kidding. "He remained unfazed. "Do I look like I'm playing with you? "The forced smile disappeared from her face, replaced by nervousness."Start talking," he said somewhat impatiently."She asked... she asked if I got a chance to meet him before he changed school and I was responding to that. " Boma replied, hoping she sounded convincing. "I think that's why you heard his name.""Hmm. And what did you tell her? "" I
Donovan took Boma by the hand and led her to the Dinner table which Sharon had set. Jane said the grace before they began to eat and there was a chorused Amen from everyone seated at the table. Boma was not surprised that they were Christians and of the Faith just as she was. Norwood was vastly dominated by Christians. Boma watched the family begin consuming their meal using the formal cutlery eating pattern. She observed that Sharon was the only one using just her fork. Emboldened that she would not be the only one using the basic pattern, Boma picked up her fork and was about to dig in when she heard Donovan curtly addressing Sharon. "What are you doing kiddo?" "Eating," Sharon mumbled defensively. "Of course, I know you're eating. Why are you eating like that? " "What are you talking about?" "Do not patronize me. Are you going to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about? Is that how you eat in this house now?" Sharon frowned, a whiny look furrowing her brows. “I don't