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A NIGERIAN ROMANCE NOVEL
Coupled with the guilt of killing a friend in the university, John Salami returns back to Nigeria with the hope of having a fresh start. There he meets Bisola, the girl h...
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Bisola
"-You can't even imagine what happened next,"
"Let me guess, the MC has her a piggyback ride at the end of episode ten, oh and almost kissed her, under the rain too,"
Sewa growled at me through the phone, "Don't dare spoil my sweet narration if you don't me to knock your head from this phone,"
I laughed; delighted that Sewa was back.
It had been a nerve-racking week, with me trying all I could to comfort Sewa, and going back and forth to the hospital to check on John's condition. But knowing how strong a woman by a best friend was, Sewa was back on her feet in no time.
"I'm just stating facts Sewa," I said, nesting my phone between my ear and shoulder as I sorted through emails on my computer, my legs crossed. I had been absent from work during those few weeks, and when I had returned, a desk load of work was waiting for me, courtesy to Mr. Bola, of course.
"Whatever," Sewa tsked, "anyways I'm about to get back to work, I'll call you later, bye,"
"Bye," I said lastly as the line disconnected.
I sighed and dropped my phone on the sheets, facing my laptop squarely. There was a lot of work to do and I wasn't quite sure I was going to complete them today. I wanted to go out and check on John at the hospital, but it seemed there was not much time.
The doctor, an albino-skinned man called George, said that John would be discharged in a few days. That had filled me, and his perplexed mother, with ease. He was still whining about the fact that he couldn't go home soon and had to be surrounded by nurses, antiseptics, and getting injected every five seconds.
John hated injections and was scared of them even.
Laughing at the memory of when he scrambled away from the bed when he was to be injected with me having to hold him down, my phone rang beside me.
I didn't even bother to check who it was as tapped the receive button and brought the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I said, typing swiftly on my laptop.
"Hey, how far?"
It was Issac.
I squeezed my eyebrows together in confusion. This was weird. Issac never calls me, although once in a while when we talk about some insignificant things that don't last up to a minute. The only time I saw him or heard from him was on the first Sunday, which made me give a delayed response as I averted my eyes from my laptop screen.
"Hey, Isaac what's going on?"
"What do you mean by that?" He replied almost immediately.
"You never call me," I pointed out, "Are you okay?"
