SWEET REVENGE ~ (Editing On-going)

Chapter 55

I dedicate this page to the ever brave NIGERIAN YOUTHS who lost their lives at the #ENDSARS, #LekkiMassacre and #EndPoliceBrutality protest on the 20th of October 2020. We will never forget your sacrifice. You are our true heros! REST ON!
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Nene's POV

▪▪▪ "HEY! EXCUSE ME?! Arabirin! Tani o?! Ki lo nse ni be yen?!"

"Yes?! Why are you staring at me like that?! Are you hard of hearing or what?! Didn't you hear me speak? Who are you?! What are you doing in here and Why are you clinging onto my son like that?!" She yelled. ▪▪▪

Feeling so confused and sweating profusely, i stuttered:

"Good... Good... morning... ma... i... i... um... i was... umm... i am... i..."

"Step aside and let go of my son, right now!! Have you lost you mind or what?! I asked a simple question and i expect a definite answer! Why are you stuttering and looking all nervous? Oh! you are tongue-tied because i caught you frisking my son, looking for something valuable to steal?!" She interjects, yelling at the top of her voice.

I was so shocked at the way she accused me to the extent i shivered as she kept yelling at me. I slowly began to find my voice then i said with a shaky voice:

"No ma! I wasn't trying to steal from your son. I... i... was... i... was..."

"SPEAK UP, YOU FOOL!! WHAT WERE YOU DOING EXACTLY?!" She screamed so loud that i had to close my ears with my hands.

"SECURITY!! PIUS!! PIUS!!" She yelled

Five hefty men wearing black suits with dark shades on, most likely her bodyguards, stormed into the room and a tall handsome gentleman whom i presume should be 'Pius', said:

"Ma'am! You called."

"Yes! E ba mi di olor'ibu yii mu! Ba mi di ole yii mu. E di mu daada!! O fe jii nkan lara omo mi!! E r'oju re?! Ole! E wo bi o se n roju bi ole?! Omo ma sanfani!! Omo ale!! RESTRAIN THIS WRETCHED THING, right now! She's a thief! I CAUGHT HER TRYING TO STEAL MY SON'S JEWELLERY!! I'm calling the police! You're going to jail! I'll make sure you rot in jail!! No one steals from my son! No one!" She ordered then she pulled out her phone and began dialing.

(P.S: "...E ba mi di olor'ibu yii mu! Ba mi di ole yii mu. E di mu daada!! O fe jii nkan lara omo mi!! E r'oju re?! E wo bi o se n roju bi ole?! Ole! Omo ma sanfani!! Omo ale!!..."

This is Yoruba Language which translates to mean:

"...Restrain this unfortunate person! Bind this thief. Hold onto her firmly!! She's trying to steal from my son!! Can't you see her eyes?! Look at the way she's staring like a thief?! Thief! A child without a future ambition!! Bastard!!...")

Before i knew what was happening, the men pounced on me, tackled me to the ground and pinned me down.

I broke out crying hysterically screaming at the top of my voice, pleading:

"Please Ma'am. I swear, ma, i wasn't trying to steal from your son. I didn't steal! I've never stolen from anyone in my life! Please, ma..."

"If you weren't trying to steal from my son, why did you seem startled when i walked in? Why were you so nervous and stuttering when i asked my questions in plain simple English?! I know your type! Your wretched kind have the habit of leeching on my son and you all try to take advantage of him just because we are wealthy! You had to sneak into his room while he is unconscious and try to steal from him?! So, you were so desperate to get your hands on his JEWELLERY, right?! Oooh! By the time i'm done with you, you will never dare to steal from anyone, ever again!!!" She turned to Pius and said: