Rugged To The Core

Chapter 49

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Lucky

     Dad had been arrested on monday, before he had been taken, he'd promised he would be home in a day but three days had passed and It was now a friday — no sign of him, no word from him. Mum had been very anxious, she'd been sleeping downstairs, in the living room, on the sofa so she could let him in when he showed up but he never showed up. Mum would cry herself to sleep, my sister and I would watch her from the top of the stairs, hiding in the shadows.

     Truth be told, with my father's absence, I felt tranquil, part of me prayed he would stay locked up for a very long time, I didn't want him home. It irked me to see my mum hurting over him, it was painfully obvious she still loved him despite how badly he treated her. I hated how she now resembled an elderly woman battling the woes of old-age. I wondered why she couldn't just hate him and get intoxicated by the hate enough to poison him one day.

Stop it. That's bad, don't harbor such evil thoughts about your own father!

     Candidly, It bewildered me why my father had been kept in a detention cell this long, an affluent man like him could very well pay his own bail. I began to come to terms with the gravity of the lawsuit and just how big of a blow this could be to our family. My subconscious told me this was merely the tip of the ice-berg, and that the worse was still yet to come. I was fully conscious of how pessimistic that made me but I couldn't help it, It was something that had been gnawing at my insides since my father's apprehension. It was like hearing a resonant thunder and immediately dreading the storm.

     Indeed, every family had their tribulations that was inclined to make them stronger, so that left me with a question.

What was in store for The Adekunles?

     As I sat with my head buried in my book, making notes as I studied with my Marketing textbook, I was suddenly snatched from my trance when a harsh smell invaded my nostrils. It was a familiar one because I had perceived it on Fabian a couple of times in the past but I knew for a fact it wasn't Fabian who had brought this smell with them, I was in school so it couldn't be. Out of nowhere, someone plopped down on the chair before mine, straddling the chair so he was face-to-face with me. I lifted my gaze and found myself staring at Bola, to his left, Nero was seated on a desk.

Of course... How could I have forgotten! They do smoke weed in the premises!

"Howfar?" Bola propped his chin on his folded arms on the back of the chair as he flashed me a toothy grin and I hissed, lowering my gaze to resume my writing.

"What are you writing?" He enquired, reaching out to my book but I swatted his hand away, lifting my head to glare at him.

"What do you want? Did you lose something?"

"Yes oh, my heart." He wiggled his brows at me. "It's you that tiffed it na..."

Hey, what kind of english is that?

When he realised I wasn't going to reply him, he spoke up again. "Hmmm... This your attitude sha..." He tsked, shaking his head. "Very bad. Fine girl with dirty character."

"Can't you just leave me be?" I growled out.

"Can't you just leave me be?" Nero mimicked, scowling at me.

"Be showing yourself oh..." Bola reached out to shove my head backwards, catching me off guard. "I don't know who's giving you mind sef, you used to be so soft but now ya forming gragra... (acting tough)." He shoved my head again and I sprang up in a fit of rage, glaring daggers at him.