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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
I watched, with a mortified look on his face, as John dropped Issac back to the ground.
Issac dusted his shirt, his nostrils flaring as he looked at John with nothing but pure anger. I haven't seen her before, but I knew quite well who Amanda was from the stories Issac told of her and what she meant to him. According to Issac, she had been studying law in America.
Does that mean...
It all sums up now; Issac's hatred for John, the fact that he had called him a murderer...John had killed Amanda.
But was he even capable of doing that-killing a person? It was impossible. And Issac had mentioned something about an accident, what was going on? It was just confusing.
Ignoring the headache that was beginning to creep into my skull, I walked towards where the two men stood, putting myself in between them. The last time they had talked to each other it had almost gotten dirty, this time could be even worse. I had to stop them.
I was facing John, who just seemed to realize that I was here all along.
"Stop it you two," I warned, spreading my arms out and hoping it would stop both of them from pouncing on each other like animals. Sighing, I closed my eyes and added; "Issac go home,"
"I'm not going anywhere Bisola, not until I settle the score with this bastard!" Issac announced.
Settle what score? I thought deeply with a frown on my face, This is John you're talking about here, he'll trample you in seconds.
I shook my head, "The both of you need to calm down okay, please just-"
"I didn't kill Amanda nor did I kill anyone, it was an accident, you get it? Now do as she says and leave,"
That was the last straw as Issac snapped, and shoved me aside, hauling me to the ground as my butt hit the hard surface of the floor.
What the-
By the time I looked up, Isaac had already landed a quick hard blow on John's right cheek, his hands curled to form fists.
John bit his cheek and from the look of it, it seemed Issac's attack did not affect him at all.
He wasn't angry-as I'd expected-when he looked back at Issac. Holding nothing but a cold distant stare on his face. Rubbing my buttocks, I stood and held Issac's hand which was about to deliver another blow to John's unflinching face.
"Stop, Issac please," I begged as he struggled against my grip. Rage and resentment clouded his features. Well, I couldn't blame him, Amanda was the most precious sister he could ever wish for.
And he had lost her.
Being face-to-face with the person who had supposedly killed her must also be very hard on him, but he needed to calm down.
