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Kene's Pov

"Wait." I call out to Rebecca. She either doesn't hear me or decides to ignore me as she continues walking forward.

"Wait na." I shout out again. She doesn't stop so I increase my pace. Finally at her side, I grab her by her arm, panting heavily.

She seems startled by my presence. When she sees me, she breathes out in relief.

"I've been telling you to wait na. Didn't you hear me?" I ask her.

"I didn't hear you. I thought you had gone." She replies and I shake my head. The environment was kind of noisy so I could understand.

"Let's go. We'll come back tomorrow."

She gives me an appreciative smile and we head to the bus stop in silence.

"Obalende?" Rebecca asks. "Enter, enter." A driver replies.

We don't have enough money for two seats so I tell Rebecca to lap me, leaving us to pay for just one seat.

Thankfully, there is little to no hold up, allowing us to arrive after about forty-five minutes.

We trek a good distance before eventually getting to the mansion. It was already dark. I could feel fear radiating off of Rebecca.

"Good evening." We greet the gateman. He nods and opens the gate wider for us to enter.

"Oga dey inside?" Rebecca whispers to the gateman.

He shakes his head sideways. "He never come." She sighs and pulls me towards the back of the house.

"Why are are we passing the back?" I ask in a whisper.

"I don't want your- Adamma's stepmom to see us." She whispers back and I nod.

We make a turn to the backyard and she opens a door that reveals the kitchen.

Successfully in, Rebecca sighs and falls back one of the chairs there.

"Where are the both of you coming from?" A feminine voice suddenly says and we shriek. We turn to Adamma's stepmom standing at the kitchen's enterance.

"Good evening ma."

"Madam good evening." The both of us greet at once.

"Good evening. Where are you coming from?" She asks again. "And why do you still have those clothes?" She adds, accessing my outfit.

I look down on the chiffon top and overstretched black skirt I had taken from Adamma's wardrobe.

"I-it was...I was-" I stammer, unsure of what to reply when she cuts me off.

"Forget it. There are some dirty clothes in my room. Don't forget to wash them tomorrow." She says to Rebecca and walks off.

"What's wrong with that one?" I ask pointing at the the direction the lady had just walked in.

She shrugs. "She has problem."

I laugh. "I can see that. So how long have you been working here?" I ask.

"Hmm." She muses, walking over to the fridge. "Like eight years." She says opening the fridge and taking out an apple.

"Are you hungry?"

I nod. "You've been working here for eight years?" I ask a little shocked. I expected her to say maybe a year or something. Eight years??

That's a long time.