Replica: Crazy Versus Smart (Nigerian Story)

Chapter 27: Out Of The Bag

At the airport, Kanye halted the car and walked to Tap where Micheal sat in the back seat. He lowered the window glass to listen. "I'll give them your visa and check your luggage. Give me a second."

"Okay, fine." Micheal nodded in agreement.

"Can you give me your ID card?" Kanye requested with raised brows. Just in case.

"Sure." Micheal's jaws gnawed as he deepened twice fingers into his side pocket and handed Kanye his ID card so that he possess his travel and alert him once it was time.

Once Kanye left, Micheal's phone rang.

"Hello." He answered the call. It was Cryst.

"Are you sure you just saw Susanne?" Micheal furrowed as he glared at the airport's entrance.

"Stop asking questions, just come here at once!" Crystal urged.

"Okay, fine!" He ended the call with a grunt and failed Susanne's contact. It rang but no reply. She'd mistakenly left it in Kingsley's car. Micheal called repeatedly. No one answered. The electronic vibration pissed Micheal, he decided to call Kanye to inform him, but Kanye also left his phone in the car.

"Oh, what's that?"Micheal kissed and stopped out of his car. Glance g at his wristwatch, it read 8:55 a.m. The thought of seeing Susanne made him flash with white, hot terror.

‘Would Susanne ever cheat on me? Impossible!’ He spat and blinked twice to confirm it wasn't a dream.

Crystal sent a photograph of Susanne and the new guy, though, she was yet to know his bane. She also forwarded the hotel address and room number so he would meet up with her. Unsettled, Micheal hurried towards the driver's door. About to hold the handle, a memory of the night he had an accident dazzled through his eyes. He shut it at once and held his head to the sudden pain that engulfed him. How he drove hitting the three and stumbling played before his eyes. Miche blanched slightly to the subtle panic.

It's been five years and the accident still had an effect. He wished he could go and take a seat, but Cryst wouldn't accuse Sussanne if she didn't see something. With trembling hands, Micheal grabbed the car handle and jabbed it open. Slipped into the driver's seat and shut the door.

Unease unfurled in Micheal's chest as his eyes misted over. Sweat beads clung to the back of his neck, dampening his black carpeted hair. His sweaty gave clutched up before he gently placed it on the steering wheel. "I can do this!" Micheal said to himself and turned on the car ignition before driving out of the airport, taking a turn towards the Sheraton Hotel.

At the hotel, Kingsley pushed the door open and helped Susanne into the hotel room he'd booked. Her hand bah gripped from her grip as she settled in a white sofa. She held her head and stroked through its sides. Kingsley sat right next to her staring at her with eyes full of concern.

"What's wrong with you?" Kingsley raised his face, tilting closer to her. "You're sweating all over, are you sick?"

"I'm fine, Kingsley." Susanne wiped a hand over her forehead as sweat trickled. "Don't bother yourself."

"Did Micheal bully you again?" His eyes narrowed.

"I told you don't worry yourself about me. A married woman, not a child. Anything that happens between my husband and I should remain between my husband and me, okay?" She gave a warning tune.

"Uh!" Suzanne's head dropped as she held her head and chest, rushing to the toilet to puke.

Kingsley wasted no time at all. He rushed to grab her from behind, rubbing her back so her nerves would be calm. With the help of the tap from behind, Susanne rinsed her mouth with an exasperated sigh.