A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

44: Out

Ana's POV

"Hey Joe," I acknowledge the shirtless neighbor and friend of mine as Glory slides the car past him into the compound while he stands holding the gate to prevent it from slamming back in its place.

"He didn't set it to automatic today?" Glory raises a question as she parks the vehicle in the garage.

"Maybe he forgot," I reply, clamping my lids as I inhale and exhale slowly.

Unraveling them, I whirl my neck in her direction to see her do the same instantly. We gaze at each other for a while and funnily enough, we burst out laughing for no just cause.

"Why are you laughing?" she implores, her body vibrating in giggles.

"I was about to ask you the exact thing," I cackle, aiming to pause the bellows of laughter abandoning my throat.

"Okay," she snorts, her chuckles seizing. "Do you know if Oluchi is home?"

"She should be," I respond, changing my position to peer at the entrance of my home as if in hopes of seeing through the wall to confirm my words.

"We forgot to ask Joe," she states wanting to unlock her seatbelt and noting it isn't secured. "Shit!"

"What?" I query.

"We don't have our seatbelts on," she announces and I gawk at my midriff to find she's telling the truth as the belt is left lying at my side.

"Thank God we didn't encounter any accident, if not we would have been dead," I say, bringing back our memory to some minutes ago.

"Again, not a word," she advises.

"Yup," I agree, unlocking my side door and pushing it open, my slipper-clad feet making contact with the ground. Don't judge, I had no strength for heels today as my feet appear to be a bit swollen.

Glory following my footsteps, we walk to the terrace, Joe not in view as he must have retreated to his apartment.

Reaching the door of the flat, I catch sight of Oluchi's sandals discarded close to the foot match, the ends containing dry mud that's scattered on the floor, indicating she had not been around some hours ago.

"She's home," I blurt, shaking my head at the observation.

"I see that," Glory retorts. "And she has a dirty way of showing it."

"She must have come back tired," I excuse the sight and bend the handle to grant us leeway into the interior, my eyes focused on my legs as I get rid of my footwear.

"If you say so," she answers from behind as I enter the living room.

My only response is to shrug while I remove the small white purse that has been on me ever since before we left the office.

"Your assumptions were correct," she asserts as we both look ahead to spot Oluchi whistling, her smooth chocolate legs crossed on the table in front of her as all her attention is channeled on the TV that's displaying a Nollywood movie. The ceiling fan blowing enough air to prevent heat from the blasting sun outside from disturbing anyone within.

She doesn't acknowledge our presence as she throws pieces of groundnut into her mouth, munching vigorously. Her figure is outlined by a bodycon black dress that has ridden up her thigh presumably from her posture.

Exchanging a grin with Glory, we both saunter to her stealthily and soundlessly, our uncovered feet not giving away our actions till we stand in front of her, blocking her connection with the television.

"What?" She questions, seeming unafraid by our sudden appearance. Told you this girl has a dark mind.

"You aren't scared?" Glory interrogates, coming across as stunned at her reaction.