365 days of redemption

Day 8

"Hiiiii," I say to her, "you must be Mr. Sting's wife." I smile brightly at her.

"Sting! Sting? Is that what he asked you to call him? Christ! Just call him Kashum; that's his name."
The way she even pronounces the name, sef, I continue to smile.

"By the way, you are so beautiful." I compliments her.

And I mean every spelling in that word, 'B E A U T I F U L.' Let me explain: she stands an average height of 5" 7', she is not slim, she is not chubby, she is in between, and she has a flat stomach that enhances her hips and her back side. She is not very bursty; we can manage it, and she is white, like a half-cast or 'Oyinbo' type of white.

She has curly hair, a bright smile that shows very white teeth, and good posture. In short, I now know why Sting didn't look at someone else at the club, it is  because this woman is on fire! And she has a British accent. Every s, o, and a are in serious trouble with her.

"Sorry, your husband didn't tell me your name. Mine is Kelly, by the way. And I'm here to keep you company."

She looks surprised for a bit before she asks, "Did he pay you for this or did he threaten you? You sound formal."

"Oh, no, no. I was just being skeptical at first. You know, a total stranger asking you to befriend his wife seemed, you know, not natural." I tell her, trying to match her accent but, Omo, khaki no be leather. ( They are not the same.)

The real question here is, 'Are you that pathetic or spoilt?' She hasn't even asked me to come in, for crying out loud.

"Baby, can you tell our visitor to come inside? It's freezing out there." Sting says so as soon as he reaches the door.

At least he is wise enough to remember that.

"Oh my... Where is my manner? Please do come in."

I enter their mansion, and I know the outside is just the tip of an iceberg; every single thing is blinging, shining, and polished.

"You have a beautiful house." I comment on the awesome house.

'In this world, have money,' I tell myself.

She giggles, "I know, right. I did the interiors by myself." If that is true, she outdid herself.

"I will leave you ladies to your devices; I have work to complete." Sting says.

"Alright, my love. Don't overwork yourself." He pulled her to himself and smooched her face with kisses before finally kissing her lips.

Cringe! Mo ya look away.( I quickly looked away.)

His wife is all the while trying to tell him that I am there. He only releases her after he has finished his brutal attack. Only that it's not the usual content, those are creepy, this one is cringe-worthy.

First time, I will see real blush ni ile aye mi (in my life). That thing just look like they draw red lipstick like this, from her neck to her face.

"Be good. I love you," he tells her before he begins to exit the room.

"I love you." She tells him and gives him an air kiss.

I begin to pity her. Does she even know that her husband is a brutal murderer—a serial one too? She will die of heartbreak when she realizes who her husband is, and when the detective department finally gets something on him, that will put him away forever.

"My name is Mickel Sodiq. And welcome to my humble abode. I realize you might not have eaten this morning, so I have prepared something for you."
My stomach grumbles in response.

But do I want to eat in this man's house? I've been hungry before, and it did not kill me; I will survive this one too.

"Oh, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but it's okay since you are my friend. I fast every Thursday, you know." I give her a smile again, my friend that I just find out her name.

"Wow, you smile beautifully."

"Do I?" I laugh awkwardly.

"Now that that is out of our way, can I do make-up for you? How can a woman not do make-up? We will chat while I glam your face, right?"

Make up? And I will sit for hours? What the hell have I gotten myself into? She should ask me what I want; I can only take this for so long. But till then, let her enjoy.

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