UNDER 168 HOURS [BOOK 1, 168 HOURS SERIES]

Chapter 82: At The Party

They arrived the venue around 9:30 p.m that evening. Glancing through, Humaira's eyes caught a dozen girls in their teenage, dressed almost naked. There were people talking and gisting about one thing or another . The place was filled up as the atmosphere was also busy as well. Star led humaira in to the venue as her eyes scrolled through the place, she noticed that all the men present were either in their late 50's or early 60's. They looked wealthy enough and good-looking, you won't even know they were elderly men. Most of which are politicians, ministers and men holding important positions within the country.

Some girls were swimming in the blue pool planted at the middle of the well fenced compound.

'These are probably students.' Humaira thought as she passed by.

The girls looked so excited as they spitter-spatter water on a couple of elderly men that were playing and shivering to the splash and their  touch. It's clear that they were all married men but they've decided to choose this path. This way of life...

'How senseless and immature?... But they too were catching fun.' she thought and walked pass, looking where she was going even though she was already feeling disgusted. Humaira just stared at the ground and followed Star.

Looking at the sky, the moon provided a natural magic light to beautiful well decorated venue. The event looked glorious with neon lights, sparkling from everywhere and disco balls hanged up at each corner of the hall.

There and then, gifts were presented to the celebrant whom was an elderly looking man dressed in white  Dansiki
and a shiny, black cap and shoes to match the exquisite outfit.

"How old is he?" Humaira muttered behind Star.

"It's his 60th birthday today." She replied and held her hand towards the celebrant. "C'mon, let me introduce you to Alhaji Tanko."

The atmosphere was filled with laughter as the sound of old school hip-hop hit the air. The D.J who looked pretty old kept on changing it from one old school music to another but who cares? He also want to get paid anyways.

"Good evening Alhaji Tanko." Star greeted with a hug and then a handshake.

"Oh my God! You're Star girl right?" He asked, and left a peck at the top of her fingers. "I've heard a lot about you." A flash of excitement played through his full, chapped lips.

"Yes sir." She nodded. "And this is my friend, Humaira."

"Wow.... She's really looking beautiful and gorgeous." He commented, wanting to shake hands with Humaira, she slightly pulled away.

A little disappointed, Alhaji Tanko faced Star to continue his discussion. "So... I've heard a lot about you already. It's good we finally met. I mean... There's a lot we need to talk about. For example, how you'll help me arrange a girl."

"A girl?"

"Yes. Ummmm... A girl as sweet as you, but not just any kind of girl you see. I need someone that is still very young and innocent. Someone that would take care of me and make me feel young again. You seeing I'm not getting any younger..." He joked.

Meanwhile, Humaira was already shaking to the cold and misty night breeze that was gently taking over her body like an infection. She wasn't used to wearing such skinny and transparent clothes even at home let alone outside. It was as if her legs were slowly melting down while standing on the 5 feet highheels star had given her to wear. She was already feeling uncomfortable and impatiently backed out.

Humaira suddenly drifted through the busy crowd and went to a corner to seat. Star was lost in talk with the Alhaji that she didn't even notice when Humaira left their sight.