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🎵 "Maybe if you need some loving,
You haven't been giving love out.
So turn to your partner, Show some laughter
They'll probably love you back."🎵

He strummed the guitar and ended the session.
The children at the party just stared at Isaac until a notorious one shouted, "Cake fight".
It was a four-year-old Old Birthday Party.

The parents stood afar off in the garden pretending to pay attention to their children while they spoke about meaningless things. Isaac bent, dodging a wave cake that flew. He hated his life, or at least that was the feeling he had right there.

"I'm done." He said into the Microphone.
Splat! The cake was plastered on his face. He sighed. He picked up His guitar and made his way to the table with tissues at the end where the parents stood.

He could have picked one of the children by the neck and stabbed pitchforks into his eyes. A peaceful violent thought, he thought, but he was going to be paid Fifty dollars. So he just thought about violence, peacefully.

He was trying to clean the cake off his face with his hands first when he bumped into a lady. His guitar dropped.

"Oh. I'm really sorry. I can't see, can you get me tissues?" He apologized.
She giggled and quickly returned with a box of tissues as soon as she left. He snatched them and cleaned the cake off his face till he could see, his face was still greasy from the butter.

She was light-skinned brown, slender and in a short black leather gown that showed very moisturized legs. The gown had firm-fitting thin hand straps so that she didn't need to wear braziers, leaving her little breasts held up. Her weave was black and she had a silver nose ring. She was pretty but older.

"I'm sorry," He apologized again.
"It's okay. I'm Lisa" She introduced.
He felt his hand empty and quickly picked up His guitar.
"Isaac. I just came to play the guitar", he smiled.

She looked at him from head to toe, and she frowned.
"What?" He asked.
The frown was a playful one, "Why should a young gorgeous man like you play the guitar at a four-year-old birthday party? Is it a per-time job?"
"No. It's a real job and I need it to earn".
"It's a real job? You're funny. It's not and you need a job".
He did not bother to fight for the job, she was right.
"I have a job offer," she smiled.
"No, I'm good," He walked away.
"It's Four hundred dollars a night, you probably don't need it". She dramatically turned around.

Isaac didn't think twice, he didn't think at all.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Four hundred." She smirked. "If you want, you can start work tonight"

She opened her purse and brought out both a flyer and a business card and handed it over to him. He collected it and read carefully. It was a strip club flyer.
"I just opened a private strip club. It's really hard for most women whose husbands go on business trips to other countries every night. I'm sure they are having fun there, too"

"I can't," he said.
"I understand, but hold it. You just might change your mind," She said.
Her attention drifted as she turned to the kids to yell at them for throwing cakes. He folded the paper pushed it into his back pocket and walked out.

He had not gotten to the car when his phone rang. He pulled it out of his front pocket with his car keys. He sat in his car and closed the door. He stared at his phone uncertain if he was staring at the name of the caller or the cracks on the screen. He sighed heavily, sat back in the driver's seat and picked up the call. It was Adunni.

"Yes, babe?" He asked.
He didn't put a greeting, and he didn't hear hers. He just wanted to know what the problem was.
She hesitated before speaking, "We're out of milk, and vegetables, and the phone bills are due".
He put the car key into the keyhole at the steering, but he didn't drive.
"You know I don't have money for all that", he said.
"I know, I just thought I'd remind you".
"Okay". He hung up and put his head on the steering. Tears almost filled his eyes as he thought.

I'm a disappointment. I don't study Aeronautics and work at NASA like other children. I bring unwanted pregnancy and now I can't cater for them, he thought. In less than a minute he had overthought all this cleaning his wet eyes. He didn't let the tears roll down. He just sniffled turning the car key.

He didn't drive home first. He went to his parents.  He thought of how Adunni did not want him to be in contact with any of their parents, but he also thought of how he wanted to provide for her needs and how he currently couldn't do it on his own. He tried to not let his overthinking affect his driving so he wouldn't be pulled over by the cops.

His parents weren't home when he got there. He took some food items and wrote a note to inform them about his presence. He even watched some TV and made himself something he could snack on. He didn't pay attention to time.

His phone rang again at it was Adunni. He stared over the phone as it lay on the couch and smiled like he was high. Then he changed his smile to a frown, a clown, a smirk, a cocky look, and then he became serious and broke into a laugh. He fell onto the couch and picked up the call.

"Yesssssss?"
"Where exactly are you Isaac? Did the car break down?" She asked.
"I haven't been gone five hours and you're already missing. You're so cute."
"Who misses you? Dog. Come back now if you don't want me to put hair remover in your hair cream". She laughed and hung up.