The street storm was a success, everyone had so much fun and the entire neighbourhood where the storm happened was electrified. The choir members also seized the opportunity to invite most of the natives there to church on Sunday and after what the natives saw, many of them were excited to honour the invite. The smile on Chuka's face knew no bounds, on the bus ride back to the church premises. he gave his final instructions to the choir and reminded them to be early for church service the following day. Turning to Frank, "That young woman is a blessing to us, imagine if you hadn't followed her up, we would have sung acapella today and possibly not have as many results as we did today." Frank was silent. Chuka continued, "I just called a taxi for her now, I know you are already tired from all the singing, and dancing today, but I'll still need you to join her home to help drop the generator since your estates aren't far from each other." Frank wasn't cool with this in any way, "Sir, I-" Frank started but was cut short by Chuka. "Bro Frank, if we just let her go that way, it would seem like we just used her and now we aren't even grateful, will she lift the generator all by herself this night?" "The driver could help." Frank immediately shot back but Chuka had already started walking towards Kaffi as the bus arrived its destination. "Thank you so much, you played a major role in the success of our storm today. I just called you a taxi, he should be here in a few minutes." Chuka said to Kaffi. "Ah, sir, that would not be necessary, it's now my choir too, plus I could call my taxi guy to come and pick me up," Kaffi said. "That would not be necessary, allow us to say thank you okay? Frank!" he called out to Frank beckoning on him to join them, turning to Kaffi, "Frank will go with you to help with the generating set, thank you once again, God bless you" and with that Chuka climbed down the bus and headed into the church. Kaffi looked up at Frank and smiled, Frank immediately felt a heavy metal sink into his stomach, he didn't return the smile, as they got down the bus, he pointed towards the car and opened the back door for Kaffi to enter, then he asked the driver to assist him to lift the generator into his trunk. After the generator was secured in the trunk, Kaffi opened up the back door for Frank to join her at the back but he instinctively closed it and opened the passenger door, got in and sat down. Kaffi smiled.
The journey to Kaffi's was a long one, firstly the traffic was crazy, it was basically a gridlock that had kept them at a spot for four hours, where they just sat in silence inside the car and it had started to rain. Frank could feel Kaffi's eyes piercing his skull but he dared not look back at her, thankfully the traffic eased and they were at Kaffi's in about an hour. It was almost midnight and the rain was pouring heavily now, the driver with his umbrella, helped Frank lift the generator to the ground and shielded both Kaffi and Frank as they rolled the generating set into the compound. Frank and Kaffi were completely soaked, he was about leaving under the rain but he remembered he had with him all the details of the people the choir reached during the day, in his bag, the names and details were written with ink on plain sheets of white A4-paper. He instantly regretted not telling the driver to wait for him. Kaffi was just standing at her door watching Frank battle with his mind, she was trying to understand why he didn't just come into the house to at least dry up while figuring out his going-home-plan. "Frank, please would you come inside and at least dry up, wouldn't be nice if you catch a cold tonight," she said to him. He turned, "Do you have an umbrella I could borrow?" he replied as he ran towards her door. "Please just come in, it is almost midnight, I can not let you walk home this night," she answered. He wasn't sure whether to believe the innocence in her voice or still stay wary of her, the rain had become violent at this point, so he basically ran into her sitting room. "I'll just get a taxi," He said when he was finally inside, "No taxi driver, no matter how much he loves money, will risk his car coming here tonight. The road to my house is bad enough on a normal day, I am sure it is extensively flooded by now." Frank had lost all his options, "Dear Lord, not tonight," he muttered to himself. "Sorry, did you say something?" Kaffi asked. "No no, nevermind, I was talking to myself.
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General FictionFrank was mandated to carry out a simple assignment given to him that involved him dealing with the opposite sex, but what he did wrong was underestimate how powerful hormones can be.
