The First Time (A Nigerian Love Story)

04. Holy Shit!

DISCLAIMER!

So in this chapter, I wrote something about looking up someone on the internet using the person's car license plate number. Well, that's impossible unless you're law enforcement or can coerce someone in law enforcement to help you out.
I only wrote that because I really didn't know any other way I could put it correctly. If you know, drop a comment. Thanks. 😉

DEBBIE'S POV

After minutes of scolding from my very angry mum and a glass of hot chocolate, I was back in my small, cozy room.

I was not crying my eyes out like I thought I would because I had come up with an idea on my way home. One i didn't know if was going to work though.

I stripped off my soaked blouse and jeans and was left with my bra and panties. I then grabbed a big towel and wrapped it around my body sighing softly at the warmth I felt.

I think I saw somewhere that it was easy to locate someone with their plate number and that was exactly what I was about to do. My friends (My only friend) calls me sponge brain because of my ability to absorb knowledge and information quite easily. It was one thing I was lucky to be blessed with. I had no big boobs or fat ass or even tiny waist like other girls did. I was a plain Jane but at least I had the brains. Better than nothing, yeah?

When the guy from the rain got into his car and drove off, luckily for me, my eyes were glued to his plate number and the picture just didn't leave my head ever since. All the number were seating freshly in my brain.

So now, I was with my laptop which was placed steadily on my lap and I opened my web browser. I had no idea on what I was doing but I just had to try my luck. I might be lucky and end up finding something.

I entered the numbers in the search engine and clicked on search. Few seconds later, a stack of irrelevant informations were displayed on the screen and my shoulders slumped in disappointment.

After minutes of searching I got tired and I really didn't find anything important. I knew this was not going to work. What was i, the FBI? I sighed and rested my chin on my left palm, lazily scrolling through the feeds.

My eyes moved to an article written about a name 'Timini Peters' and I immediately clicked on it.

My Wi-Fi was acting up because of the rain and the connection was really slow. Getting really frustrated now, I closed the lid of my laptop. I was probably just wasting my time doing all of this. I wasn't going to find anything.

I heard my mum's loud voice call from the kitchen and I jumped off my bed to go answer her trying my best not to keep a sad expression on my face.

Running down the stairs, I saw her in our small dinning room placing two plates of Jollof spaghetti on the table. My stomach made a bit of a grumbling noise and I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing. She was probably still angry with me for what happened earlier and won't find it amusing if I laughed.

We both sat down on the seats opposite to each other and said our prayers which was something I was accustomed to everyday before eating. Ah my mum didn't use prayers to play o.

I felt a bit of tightness in my chest when my mind drifted to the handsome stranger but I shrugged it off. I was going to deal with that later.

Minutes after saying the Lord's prayer we began eating. Few minutes later, she asked. 'So how was Laura's place today?'

I sighed, relieved that she was going to make me take my mind off him for at least a minute. Yeah, Laura was my childhood friend, my best friend. Basically the only friend I had. She was back from school few days ago at the university of Owerri so I went to visit her.

'It was fine. Laura is now slim ehn If you see her now.' i chuckled softly. 'She said school is too stressful and she is tired already.'

My mum chuckled and took a huge bite of the chicken on her plate. 'You're going to be saying the same thing when you resume back to school too don't worry.' I snorted and she continued, 'Just tell her to be a good girl and try to concentrate on her studies. After four years she would be finally done and she can enjoy then.'

Nodding my head, 'Sure. I'll tell her' I answered. I always thought about life after university and got anxious about it. The labor market, searching for jobs and moving out finally. Getting married and all that. It was a lot to me.

'So anything else happened today?' She raised her head and looked at me suspiciously. 'When you came in today, you had this 'look' on your face. Like something was on your mind. What happened?'

My heart picked up and I didn't know why but i felt guilty like i was hiding something from her. Mothers and the way their intuitive way of always knowing everything.

I forced a smile and tried my hardest to control my racing heart. 'What happened??' I laughed nervously, probably too loud. 'Nothing happened i'm okay. I guess I was just cold from the rain and all. Nothing happened' I finished. She eyed me suspiciously and I could feel my cheek heating. Thank goodness I was not pale.

She eventually nodded her head. 'If you say so. If anything happens, you know you can always tell me right?' She stretched her hands to meet mine and squeezed gently ' I'm your mother, I love you and I promise not to judge you for anything. You know that right?'

My eyes stinged and I blinked back my tears, nodding my head.
'Yes mum I know and I love you too.' She smiled widely and I grinned at her causing her to chuckle. Patting my hands she stood up and cleared the table.

My mother was just the best. Most Nigerian mothers were very strict and very much not understanding but my mum was very different. I could say she was the most lenient Nigerian mother I've ever met and I love her so much.

I quickly downed the remnants of my Spaghetti and chicken, the man from the rain creeped back into my mind which made me nervous and antsy again. I wanted nothing more than to be back to the closed doors of my bedroom searching away on the internet for him.

Clearing the table and washing my hands, I pecked my mum on the cheek after thanking her for the meal and i walked up the stairs to my room.

I heard her shout to me to not to forget to wash the dishes later and I yelled okay back.

Now in my room, I closed the door and jumped on my bed crossing my legs together in an Indian style. I then placed my PC on my lap and opened the lid to continue from where I stopped at and a full picture with a bunch of news below it was displayed on the screen.

My heart practically stopped and I literally began to pant. My eyes were as wide as saucers. 'Holy fucking shit! It was him.'