BUSOLA

Chapter 5

I got down from my parent's car looking at the insanely huge mansion standing in front of me.

I mean I knew Jide's parents are rich but I didn't know they were this rich. No wonder they could pay off the school Authority and the cops that came to the hospital.

My mother walked forward and knocked on the gate. I think there should be a gateman or keeper of some sort.

The gate was opened by an elderly man who kindly asked who we are seeking.

"Sir, we want to see Mr Jones. We made an appointment with his secretary." My mom said to the elderly man.

"Sorry Madam. I no hear wetin you are dey talk. You fit talk am for Yoruba?" He says in pidgin English.

My mom looks at my dad feeling awkward. She is not a Yoruba native and only understands the insult part of the language.

My dad immediately cuts in as he a native of the Yoruba to the core.

" E Karo Sir. A feri eni ti o ni ile yi. Ogbeni Jones lan bere gangan."

Translation (Good morning sir. We want to see the owner of this house. We are asking Mr Jones to be precise.)

He nodded and let us in after we signed the visitors entering book.  Rich snobs, I scoffed.

We were received by a beautiful-looking woman when we arrived inside the mansion.

"Welcome, Mr & Mrs Smith. And your beautiful daughter Busola." She smiled at us.

"I hope you enjoyed the ride to the mansion."

Yes, we had to ride in a mini car to the mansion.

My mom and dad just forced a smile at her while she led us to the living room.

"You can have your seats let me go get my husband and son."

We all sat down on one sofa. We started whispering to each other.

"What are we even doing here?" I asked.

"I'm going to convince that boy to admit the truth so there won't be a need for a lawsuit," Mom replied.

"What if he disagrees?"

"Then they meet us in court." Dad ended our conversation.

We heard footsteps and look at the stairs. The Jones was coming down slowly.

"Good Morning Mr Smith." Mr Jones greeted Dad and shook hands with him.

"Let's go straight to the point." Mom cuts in all the greetings.

Jide sat on the loveseat beside the sofa we were sitting on. Immediately, I shifted closer to my mom.

"Your son here has raped my daughter. I know you are aware of it since you decided to pay off the cops and the school authorities." Dad started.

"We are here to convince you to let your son admit the truth and go to prison without filing for a lawsuit." He finished.

"Look here I understand your plight. But I can't let my son go to jail. he's my only child, can't we come to sort of understanding." Mr Jones said.

"Understanding? Your son raped my daughter and you want us to come to some stupid understanding?" My mom yelled.

"Look I'll say this again but that we made love. I didn't rape her. How can rape the person I love." Jide finally spoke. His voice sent chills down my spine.

"Are listening to yourself? Look here your psycho son raped my daughter and he is saying they made love. Are sure he's okay?" Mom yelled again.

Jide grabbed my hands and knelt in front of me. "We made love right? Tell me we made love. Pls my love, tell me I didn't rape you?" Tears were running down his face as he said this.

I looked at my parents and his hands are shaking nervously because he could snap at any time. His parents mouthed for me to nod which I did shakily.

He then kept his head whispering that I'm his love and that he didn't rape me until he fell asleep.

"What just happened?" I asked.

"That's the problem he's mentally deranged," Dad said.

"No. Jide has a personality disorder." His mother said tearing up.

His father took her in his arms while she cried. Who knew the school star has a brain problem?

"Look, Now you know why we paid off the school and the cops. Are you still going to press charges against him?" His father asked.

"Mr Johnson, I am here to do justice for my daughter. How do you propose we go about this?" Mom asked him.

Mrs Johnson wiped off her tears and stopped crying. She sat upright and adjusted her clothes.

"I have an Idea." She said.

"What is it," her husband asked.

"Why don't we get them married?"

Say what now. I hope she didn't just say what I just heard.

"That's a brilliant idea." Her husband said beaming.

Mom and Dad looked at each and Dad spoke up.

"It may cover up the rape case and all but it doesn't give justice to my daughter. We get that you are a reputable family but you have to look at from our side of this matter."

"Mr Smith, what do you suggest we do?" Mr. Johnson asked.

"First of he has to face the consequences of his actions. If we go to Court at least he might be sent to a rehabilitation centre due to his illness." Mom said.

"What??" Mrs Johnson yelled.

"I can't let my only son go to rehab. Please just let go of this case. We promise to take care of your daughter." Mrs Johnson sobbed

"You're not getting it. He forcefully raped my daughter. We are not even supposed to be talking amicably like this. We are supposed to meet in court without caring for his illness or your reputation." I yelled now standing up.

"We have tried to settle this reasonably but you are not cooperating. Meet us in court. We filing a lawsuit against you."

Dad dragged me out of there and Mom walked quickly behind us.

I am so speechless. I have no idea what the future holds for me.