memoirs of a repentant slut episode 9…by ibukun writes

“Hi”“Hello” I repliedThat was Jide’ssister I guess. .. It was kinda weird, I mean this type of date. Jide didn’t tell me we were going for lunch at his parents. Too sudden I guess. . . It’s just date 2 aftera six months reunion. Maybehe was overwhelmed in the excitement andhe is trying to taking things a little bit up notch or he is trying to impress me. Whichever way,I am here already and it’s too late to turn back but I am definitely gonna make sure to tell him not to pull that kind of surpriseon me again. I’m not used to it. I can only pray the lunch goes well.“This is Sade Jones, my sister. Our last born. She is in the University studying Food Technology. In her second year actually.”“Hi. It’s my pleasure to meet you.” I replied, facing the sister and exchanging handshake with her. What lady does handshake? Except me! Handshake is typical guys.“And this is my brother, Femi Jones, he’s the 3rd born, after me. He is in hisfinals at the University, studying Chemical Engineering.”“And finally, this is my big sister, she’s the first born ofthe house, I came after her. She’s married and she came around to spend some days with Mumand Dad with her husband. She graduated four years ago with B. A. MassCommunication and she’s an ace broadcaster. Her name is Kayinsola and this is her husband, UncleFunso.” He said pointing facing their side.“And their little baby Folakemi.”“Good evening ma, it’s a pleasure to meet all of you.”“It’s our pleasure to meet you too.” They said in chorus. It’s like they’ve rehearsed it but yet I was still a little bit uncomfortable.I am yet to meet the real goons of the house; Mr. and Mrs. Jones.Finally, the table was set and we were allseated to eat when Mrs. Jones walked in and I greetedher warmly andshe gave me a warm embrace not knowing who I am yet. Maybe it never mattered for now because I was with her son and she knows definitely the introduction is going to come. With everybodyseated except Mr. Jones, but not for long as he walked in a top and short. His face lookedfamiliar. Can’t remember where but I hope it’s not where I am thinking it is and I hope it’s just an assumption and that hopefully none of us has ever seen each other before. He sat down and was calm but I greeted him and he greeted me too.Jide blessed the meal and he told his family he wanted to say something.“Before we eat, I would want tointroduce someone who all my siblings have met except you Mum and Dad.”“She is. . .”“She is nobody!” Jide’sdad screamed.Everyone was surprised and now it looks like my world was gonna crash.“Dad!”“Son!” He screamed backat Jide.“This is no girlfriend of yours.”“She isn’t my girlfriend yet dad but I was gonna ask her to be my girlfriend today hoping she wasn’t gonna turn me down again.”I really wished Jide hasn’t said that, that wasn’t necessary or maybe it was my feelings that was hurt.“Well son, this is no soon-to-be-girlfriend of yours!”“What’s going on here?” Jide’s elder sister, Kayinsola asked, facing her dad.“Hey young lady, stand up, on your feet.” Chief Jones screamed at me.I couldn’t standup, my feet were cold, it was obvious we had met in the course of my rendezvousbut I can’t remember having anything to do with him.“Do you remember me? Allen Venue, late last year, around 10pm?”I was speechless still.“You see son! This girl is a hooker! A prostitute. She sleeps with men for money and the sexual enjoyment.” Hesaid facing Jide.“And how do you know all of that Dad? 10pm? Allen Avenue? What were you doingthere?” He said with his voice becoming violent towardshis dad.“I won’t have you question me in my own home or create unnecessary fuss over this prostitute here.This lunch is over.”“Shall we?” Jide’s voice beckoned on me to stand up.I left without a word. I was broken. Jide never said a word throughout the drive home. Even when he dropped me at home, he neveruttered a word or open the door of the car for me as he used to. I sat for an hour in front of the house speechless, sad and hurt.The whole compound wasextremely silent. It was becoming late, to 7pm. I decided to open my door. Icame in, on thelight to an hugedisplay of freshblood all over the rug, smelling so fresh. I was scared. No one was around. Not even one neighbour. Hassomeone broken in? And by the way where’s Amaka? She was supposed to be at home. What has happened to her?I dialed Amaka’s line countless times, it wasn’t reachable. There’s a huge cause for alarm. Where’s Amaka? Who would I call now?

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