"Woman, you better provide your son or else..." the police man threatened, "We've been to his house but he is not there. You have to tell us where he is right now or you would follow us to the police station."Mama Edric panicked as she kept on dialing Edric's phone number but it was switched off."I can't get to him. Please officer.. " She pleaded as beads of sweat covered her face. She wiped it off with the end of her lose wrapper. "He must've travelled to calabar for the couple's get together thing he is having with his siblings. They informed me about it but I can't remember exactly where they are having it and i have been trying to get to any of my sons but their lines are not reachable. Please officer have mercy. I didn't do anything.""Mtcheww.." Tina drawled, eyeing her from her head to her toe. "Wicked woman. Weren't you aware of your sons devilish behavior before? And what did you do about it? You kept quiet but

Iby relaxed properly on his seat now and a thin smile appeared on his lips. He watched her as she kept sniffing her tears and as sweats dripped down her lovely face.He caressed her cheeks lightly, "Why not smile for daddy?"That got her smiling through her tears. "Thank you." she whispered."There is no reason for a thank you. I also have a confession to make."Her eyes widened a little out of curiosity as she made an effort to draw closer to him. "What's that?""Do you remember Uche?" He asked.She thought for awhile, "Nope.""Uchenna. The boy that buys alot of oranges from you..."May pat her laps with her right hand on remembering. "Yes. What about him?" She asked but then realisation struck her. "No way! Don't tell me you've been the one behind that.""Uhm... Unfortunately, I have."Her mouth

"The way you said it." He replied once his laughter subsided."Oh.. Really?" She asked, folding her arms and giving him a pointed look, obviously not finding it funny at all.What an annoying goalkeeper."Come on," he urged her. She rolled her eyes but obeyed him anyways. They began walking back to his house."About your question, you see... That's to simply show you that I am not perfect." Iby answered."I've heard."They walked quietly, hand in hand until he broke the silence by asking, "So how is your health? How you feeling?"She shrugged, "I feel healthy. Thank you." "That feels good to know." Iby came out from his ensuite drying his wet locks with his white towel, looking all hot. Water was

This made Tari, who had been quiet since to laugh. She drew closer and whispered into May's ear, "This is how they get when they argue about football. They don't know how extremely boring their conversations are. I just hope you don't get bored too much or are you already?"May only gave her a tight lip smile and shrugged."Why argue about Obi Mikel and Victor Moses? When we have a man like Jay-Jay Okocha who was and still would be the best player Nigeria had?" piped in, Iby."Taa, shut up there!" Emem rebuked.Iby didn't give up, "Have you all forgotten that Jay-Jay Okocha was an attacking midfielder during his career from 1990-2008? He was best known for his technique, confidence, and dribbling skills, especially his use of feints.""We already know all that," Emem said, already feeling defeated."No. I think you have all forgotten. Let me remind you." Iby persisted, "Du

May looked at the dress one more time and then, pressed her palm against her mouth to stop her from releasing loud sobs and in the process, she began to hiccup uncontrollably. The thought that she wouldn't see him for an unknown amount of time, brought a sharp twist to her chest. It hurt so much that it became suffocating to breath.Her butt took vacancy on his bed and she ran her hand on his neatly tucked bedsheet, reminiscing back to times they had spent together. All those times he had stood close to her. So close that she could feel his warm breath and his body against hers. The times he had caressed her hair freely, the day he had offered to treat her bruises and all those days all he had done was make her smile. Like it was his priority.After sometime, she found herself searching through his bag. She curled up on his bed with his T-shirt in hand, sniffing his scent and eventually began to dwell in those days again just so she would