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Chapter 61

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After a short morning counselling with a few people, Gbadamosi fixed a consultancy meeting with one Mr. Guchaks to discuss his plans to build a hostel.

Now, seated at a restaurant, plates of half-eaten meals and empty glasses before Mr Guchaks, "I'm going to say what I say to all ny clients, pllanning is crucial. Don't rush. To get the best and lasting result, prioritize quality over speed." Gbadamosi advice then he continued, "I'll draft a comprehensive plan, including budget projections and timelines. Shall we meet again next week to review? This time at the location."

"Mehn, it must be a sacrifice to leave architecture for ministry work cause, you really have a ministry here." Mr Guchaks said with a hint of the northern accent.

Gbadamosi laughed, "I have a ministry in God too. I'm having the best of both worlds, I try my best to set my priorities straight, God first. ." "Same thing my friend said, he said, don't call him during church time, he won't answer you oh."

"That reminds me, it's my wedding month, so.. I'll be really scarce."

Mr. Guchaks nodded with a smile, "Well, congratulations. I was duely informed about the wedding. One more thing, do you know any reliable surveyors?" Mr Guchaks asked and Gbadamosi promised to get him a trusted friend.

Mr. Guchaks agreed, standing up. "Thank you, Mr Gbadamosi. I look forward to seeing the plan."

"My pleasure, Mr. Guchaks," Gbadamosi smiled, shaking hands.

Soon, the man exited the restaurant while Muyiwa walked in, his eyes scanning the room for a free seat until they landed on Gbadamosi, who stood by the entrance. He didn't expect to see him. A striking, light-complexioned woman stood across from Gbadamosi, flashing a captivating smile.

As Gbadamosi's eyes met hers, the woman ran her hand across her body. She wanted his eyes to literally feast on her hour glass body shape. The peach gown she wore, hugged her curves in all the right places. The fitted dress showcased her generous bosom but Gbadamosi seemed indifferent.

As she settled into her seat, she subtly adjusted her position, pressing her bosom upwards in a gentle, deliberate motion. "I've been waiting forever for that conversation to end," She said and Gbadamosi's eyes narrowed, confusion etched on his face.

"Who are you?" He asked, his tone cautious.

"My name is Beauty, and you're my beholder," She replied, her smile growing wider. "What??" "No, for real, my name is Beauty. What do you say we skip this place and find somewhere cozier, where you can truly behold my beauty in all its glory?" She said bitting on her lower lips.

Gbadamosi's expression turned incredulous. "Excuse you?" "What? Then you'll be convinced that truly, God finished work on me when he created me." She said flirtatiously.

He scoffed, "I'm sorry, you have the wrong person." "No, I don't. Let's not play games here; I know you're the Almighty Pastor Gbadamosi George but I can keep a secret. You don't have to follow me; I can give you an address."

Gbadamosi laughed, this was followed by a dismissive chuckle. "Okay, who sent you?"

Beauty's eyes rolled in exasperation. "I don't understand." "Do you usually approach peoplelike this?" Gbadamosi asked, his curiosity heightened, "Why do I have this feeling that you wouldn't do this on a normal day. Are you under duress?" He asked and she frowned.

"Who's threatening you?"

"Don't try to get all prophetic on me. Don't you want sex?" She asked bluntly.

Gbadamosi's expression changed, and he swiftly retrieved a black leather suitcase from beside him. He pulled out several tracts and handed them to her. "You'd make a great evangelist; just think of how convincing you'll be when you preach the gospel. Beautiful are the feets of they that preach the gospel of Christ. That's the true beauty of every believer, that's when your name will carry it's true essence."

Beauty scoffed, she couldn't believe he was giving her tracts!

"Have you heard of the Rehab meeting coming up in May?" He went further to ask, "I'm not interested abeg!"

"At least, share this on your way." He urged glancing down at the tracts.

She snatched the tracts, her face falling then she exited the restaurant.

Muyiwa slid into the seat across from Gbadamosi, occupying the spot where Mr. Guchaks had sat moments before. "Ouch!" he muttered, shaking his head. "That's a smooth way to say no to all that glory."

Gbadamosi grinned, surprised to see him there. "Kilahi is glorious enough; everything I want in a woman is in her. What are you doing here?"

Muyiwa chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. "What do you think? I'm here to eat, obviously. You know now, no more free breakfast." He shrugged then Gbadamosi chuckled. "Weren't you the one who served breakfast to the person who was supposed to serve you free breakfast? Or was it she who served you breakfast? The whole cooking history is quite confusing, plus she's a chef now. Remind me again, did she serve you or you served her?"

Muyiwa's laughter was laced with sarcasm. "Good one, Gbads. You should take your comedy show on the road." "It's a real question, oh." He asked grinning. Muyiwa shook his head. "No oh! Enjoy my misery, you should kukuma turn this into a vigil of a thousand laugh."

"Don't put ideas into my head." He chipped in, then he asked, "Have you finally taken a stance on Sharon's matter?"

Muyiwa's shook his head in contemplation, "I'm still thinking whether I'm mature enough not to hurt her when the relationship starts properly. What if I cheat?"

Gbadamosi raised an eyebrow. "Says the same person who hasn't had sex since the whole ordeal. You're starting to make celibacy cool." He answered sarcastically.

Muyiwa groaned, his voice tinged with frustration. Gbadamosi was clearly enjoying this! "You know, slowly you're becoming someone's role model." Gbadamosi teased and Muyiwa laughed.

"Screw you! The angel appointed to me must be in shock at my unintentional celibacy. A whole me, Muyiwa, baddest bachelor in Lasgidi; suddenly falling in love and jealous of ordinary Tokunbo, that black policeman with lips like one bitten by a python. Damn that sneaky man!"

Gbadamosi's smiled, "Reminds me of someone I know."

Muyiwa scoffed, assuming he was referring to himself. "Guy, now, I'm not sneaky now."

"I'm talking about Garba," Gbadamosi clarified.

Muyiwa's expression shifted, "Oh. Talking about that one sef, I saw him two nights ago in a club." "What were you doing in a club? Trying to relive your glory days?"

Muyiwa's chuckle was defensive, "Before you judge me, I just needed to clear my head. He was there, and we talked."

"I bet it was one of those stripping clubs. Those were his preference."

Muyiwa scoffed, "I thought the Bible expressly asked us not to judge." "Call it a wild guess. I know Garba so well." Gbadamosi replied laughing."Are you saying there weren't any girls dancing around?"

"There weren't," Muyiwa insisted. "We were just talking."

Gbadamosi's eyes narrowed, "I'm shocked. What were you guys talking about women?"

Muyiwa hesitated, unsure whether to reveal Garba's plan to get Kilahi to like him. "We were just chatting about the disappointments we've had, girls' problems, and you know... Girls generally."

Gbadamosi arced his brow, giving a knowing look. "Of course, Garba's problems only revolve around women."

Muyiwa chuckled, trying to deflect. "You know him too well."

Gbadamosi leaned in, his voice taking on a serious tone. "Be careful around him, Muyiwa. I hate to sound like Judge Gbadamosi, but we all know he has always been a bad influence. I might not be close to him but Manny talks. I pray he changes and while you're trying to change, the douche in you does not need a womanizer around you."

Muyiwa nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for not disclosing Garba's true intentions. "I'll keep that in mind."

Garba stood, his chest glistening with sweat from earlier warm-up. He noticed Kilahi stepped out in a training gear a stark contrast to her usual attire. The fitted singlet and leggings, borrowed from Sewuese, made her feel exposed and self-conscious because she preferred wearing a singlet that covered her buttocks area, even when she wears long tights.

His gaze lingered, and she felt a flutter in her chest. Not from attraction, but from discomfort- The man still had his chest bare! His eyes locked onto the scars on her arm and chest.

"Now you're talking," He teased and she chuckled, attempting to brush off the unease. "I'm not used to wearing tights outside but I saw it as a requirement so I had to get it from Sewuese." she admitted, her eyes darting to the scars.

Garba's gaze never wavered. "Looks like you've survived through a lot," he observed, his voice tinged with empathy.

Her eyes rolled, "I am trying to survive as it is." But Garba's words hadn't been about the clothes; it was about the scars.

"That wasn't what I meant," He clarified, his voice low and gentle. "The scars... looks like war wounds, or as I love to call it, survival stamps."

Kilahi's arms folded, a defensive gesture, as she retreated into her shell of uncomfortability.

Garba's words struck a chord, and he revealed information about his own scars, a stamp of experiences etched onto his skin. "I have a few myself," He said pointing to his chest.

"It's a lie!" Kilahi blurted out in disbelief, then he guided her hand to the bullet wound, her fingers traced the rough edges, her touch hesitant. "Feel it," Garba urged, his eyes locked onto hers. "They're as real as you standing right in front of me."

Her "Wow" was barely audible, her gaze transfixed on the scar.

A sly grin spread across Garba's face, "Yes," he said, his gaze locked on hers. As her fingers traced the injury, his chest tingled beneath her gentle touch.

Kilahi's hand withdrew, her eyes drifting to the ring on her finger - a poignant reminder of her engagement, a boundary she dare not cross. The sudden loss of her touch left Garba's chest feeling denied.

He yearned to reach out and reclaim her hand, to hold it firmly in place against his skin. Her touch was soothing.

His gaze lingered on Kilahi's face, he wondered why she took off her hands the way she did. Did she sense the connection between them, or was he alone in this?

He looked away and noticed Bella who had her phone raised towards them, yet she looked like she was taking a selfie of herself.

Garba turned, revealing the scars on his back. "Souvenirs from my past," he said in a playful tone. Kilahi's fingers grazed the lines caused by whiplash, "This ones?" she asked expecting a story.

His eyes clouded, "The night I was captured, nearly killed." As he faced her, Kilahi looked away. "We all have our war wounds," He said softly, "What's the story behind yours?"

She lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "I..." She hesitated, the words caught in her throat. "It was from a car accident," She added.

Garba's expression turned somber. "The one you lost your parents in?"

Kilahi nodded, "That's true. You did the investigation right?" She asked and he smiled, "Yeah... I didn't know there were scars."

"There are, more than the eye can see." Kilahi replied, her voice tinged with memories.

"Those scars make you a survivor, Kilahi. You could have died, but death couldn't get a hold of you because you're special... and there's so much you have to do and that doesn't include you running into a den of lions like a crazy person to save people."

Kilahi feigned hurt,"Ouch." She muttered under her breath. Garba chuckled. "Newsflash Garba, God is ready to shut the mouth of lions for my sake," She said with a grin, quoting the biblical story of Daniel.

He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't your Bible tell you that heaven helps those who help themselves?"

Kilahi's laughter filled the room, her hands covering her lips. "There's no where in the Bible that says that." "Really?" His brow furrowed as he asked. "I swear I've heard a few of you guys say that."

Her laughter subsided, and she shook her head. "No, there isn't such..." "Are you sure?" He felt a bit embarrassed, his discomfort evident.

"Yes," She replied firmly.

Garba cleared his throat, suddenly eager to change the subject. "Alright, Kilahi. Our self-defense program, has three levels. We'll start with Level 1: Foundation."

Kilahi nodded, her eyes locked onto his face.

"Level 1 covers basic strikes, escape and evasion, and situational awareness," Garba continued. "I'll be teaching you to be aware of your environment, to sense when you're being followed or when someone is keeping tabs on you." He looked towards Bella then back at her.

"When do we move to the Kunfu part?" She asked laughing to herself, "Ignore me." She added holding back her laughter.

"First, we'll work on stance and positioning, mimick whatever move I make." Garba said. "I would have preferred having Jet Li as my tutor." She joked again and he shot a serious look at her.

"Sorry." She apologized for being silly.

"Can I call you Master Shifu?"

"Kilahi!" He called out and she laughed out loud. "Sorry. I'll be serious now."

"We'll be practicing basic stance and strikes but first, let see how you can break free when you're being grabbed. For instance, if someone grabs you from behind, how will you escape? Learning this will save you a lot of headaches, even from being raped."

"What if the person has a gun?"

Garba smiled, "We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Before we begin, I want to warn you - these grabs will be physical."

Kilahi arced her brow, "Define physical." "He might be touching your booby!" A lady answered- a trainer too! "Na that one Garba dey like." Garba's male colleagues chipped in and Kilahi gasped touching her breast then Garba laughed, "Ignore these two clout chasers!"

"Physical in what way?"

"Put simply, his hands might touch your breast." The lady simplified.

"Is she a trainer? Can't she do it?"

"Nope!" The lady answered, "My certification is in motivational speaking and tactical strategy. You need a man's strength for training, not a woman's."

"After they'll say, what a man can do, a woman can do ten times better." Her male colleague chipped in playfully and Kilahi was forced to laugh. "Abeg shut up!" She snapped now staring at Kilahi, "Whether they touch you here or not, It's all part of the training, it's not a big deal. At the end of the day, if a thief grabs you from behind, your least comcern would be your breast! It will be to get the fuck out of that place. This training will prepare you for any force. Besides you're in good hands." She explained and Kilahi felt relieved.

"Asewo hands." The other man chipped in and Garba glared at him.

He exhaled then he said in Hausa, "Ignore the two of them. I'm sure they've smoked something." "That's not fair now, what if I speak calabari now?." The lady answered and soon they both walked off to another corner.

"I'll be apologizing in advance for any discomfort. If you're not comfortable, speak up. It's all part of the training." He continued in Hausa and she nodded.

Garba stepped behind her.

"Remember, react instinctively." He said in English.

Kilahi's breath caught as Garba's arms suddenly enveloped her, pulling her close. His hands wrapped around her waist, his fingers almost brushing against the underside of her breasts. His fingers inches from the curves of her breasts, sending a shiver of discomfort down her spine.

She attempted to wriggle free, but Garba's grip was firm, his chest pressed against her back. "Break free." He instructed and she squirmed in attempt but his grip was unyielding. "You're not trying hard, give me your best shot," He nudged but she groaned all to avail.

Kilahi struggled but couldn't escape.

Garba's breath whispered against her ear."I told you, muscles and motivational speeches aren't the same."

Garba released her and she tried catching her breathe, "Is it always this hard?"

"You'll get a hang of it. Are you okay?" He asked.

Kilahi shook her head, "No! I... The grip, like, so if someone wants to kidnap me, God forbid!" "You would be an easy catch. Imagine someone twice as big as I am. People have gotten raped and attacked from this move. Knowing the basic defense strategy will help you. That's what this training is for."

She exhales, "Wow. I would have bitten you if I didn't know you." "There are better ways. Always remember, your safety is paramount."

She took a deep breath. "Good job," Garba said and she laughed, "Are you mocking me?" She asked and they both laughed then she wiped her sweat with her palm.

"What about Ladi and the gang?"

"In jail, where they should be and they'll be there for a while, maybe forever if I have my way."

"Why?"

"Because that's where criminals deserve to be!" He snapped in Hausa, "Don't say that! Some prisoners are innocent of their charges, some are victims of circumstances." She answered back in Hausa mincing both Hausa and English together.

Garba scoffed and answered in English, "Believe me when I say these ones aren't." "How sure are you?"

"Just like the old proverb goes, Necessity knows no law. A law breaker is a law breaker, geskia, there's no point feeling sorry for him."

Kilahi's eyes widened in protest, "Haba Garba! You can't say that to a human being."

He touched the scar on his chest, his eyes clouding over with memories. "You see this scar? You know where I got it from?" He began, his voice low and introspective.

Her curiosity was aroused. "No, where?" She asked and his eyes drifted into the past. "So there was this little boy, about seven years ago. He was fifteen then. I had let him go because I felt, what the hell? What's this little boy going to do?" His voice trailed off, the regret evident.

Her eyes locked onto his, sensing the weight of his story and how it burdened him.

"There was an operation in this remote town in a small local axis in Abuja," Garba continued. "I ended up being shot by this same boy I thought wasn't capable of hurting anyone. It apparently grazed me, but I pulled my gun and shot him in the leg."

Kilahi's eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth. "Jesus Christ!" "He didn't make it to the hospital. He died from loss of blood. I survived but he didn't."

"Poor boy," Kilahi muttered.

Garba's expression hardened. "And me? You're missing the point. If I had arrested the boy when I needed to, I wouldn't have averted all that happened, i wouldn't have had this scar. People like that cultist deserve what gets to them."

Kilahi's face contorted in dismay. "I believe everyone deserves a second chance at life. If God can be merciful enough to give us a second chance, the least we can do is fight to save a life or make sure we win that soul. I'm speaking as a Christian! We can't give up on souls. Christ never gave up on us, whilst we were yet sinners, he died for us. While he and his gang are sinners, I must be willing enough to see to their salvation."

Garba stared at Kilahi, perplexed by her unwavering compassion. He wondered how God could create someone so tender-hearted, yet so blind to the danger lurking ahead. The sermon is cute and all, but when reality hits, it will be like someone pulled a damn trigger to her heart!

His expression turned serious, concern etched on his face. "They're dangerous people, Kilahi. The DPO spoke about them. Very soon, word will get out there and their people will find out it's because of you and Mercy they were sent into prison. Mercy won't be safe, neither will you. If you know what's good for you, I don't want you anywhere near the police station. Stay clear from the refuge where Mercy is. You can call, but don't go there. You must be alert at all times. If you feel, for a second, you're being followed, call me. Even if you have to take a detour to the nearest police station, do so!"

He advised and Kilahi remembered how she had gotten shot her in dreams.

Gbadamosi slammed his car door shut, his mind already racing with the day's tasks. But his focus was hijacked by the WhatsApp message that glared from his phone screen:

Good afternoon Gbadamosi, I just thought to give you an update. I'm sure you know your girlfriend is at a training academy but do you care to know what she's doing?

Here are short videos and pictures of her being cozy with her trainer. If you ask me, there's more to your fiancee than the innocent mask she's wearing. 😎

PS- Don't block me again. 😘
Yours angrily
Bella❤️

He downloaded the pictures and one had Kilahi touching Garba's chest and back, some had her looking up at his face. As he scrolled through the photos, a knot formed in his stomach, tightening with each passing second.

Gbadamosi's thoughts plunged in turmoil. He spent time with her the previous day, not once did she mention anything about training or meeting Garba again! Why did she have to find out from Bella?

Bella's message reeked of manipulation, aimed at sowing discord- he wasn't oblivious of this fact. Gbadamosi's eyes remained fixed on the screen.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he struggled to process his emotions. He knew there was definitely an explanation for everything. He trusts Kilahi but not Garba!

Kilahi lay on the training mat, catching her breath after a tough exercise. Her chest heaved, and sweat dripped on her face as she gazed up at the ceiling. "I'm not doing again." She cried out in pain.

"No pain, no gain." Garba commented the he noticed Bella leaving and he swiftly gave an eye signal to someone nearby, indicating for them to take over.

He then followed after Bella.

"Hey, Miss!" He called out.

Bella turned back, she wasn't sure whether to run or wait. If she ran, she'd look like a criminal, so she stayed calm and waited for him to catch up.

"Hey," Garba said but she dismissed him with a flick of her wrist. "You're hot, but you're not my type. I'm sorry."

Garba chuckled, a low, husky sound. "It'd be cheesy to say you're not my type too. I don't really have a type; I love them in different flavors. The nasty ones, good ones, even the feisty."

Her eyes narrowed, her patience was wearing thin. "I was just leaving." She snapped gritting her teeth while maintaining composure.

His expression turned serious, his eyes glinting with suspicion. "What were you doing in there?"

Bella scoffed, her voice rising. "None of your business."

Garba's hand shot out, his fingers closing around her wrist. "Where's your pass?"

Her eyes flashed with anger as she rummaged through her bag, producing the pass with pride. "Here it is."

Garba's gaze lingered on the pass before returning it to her. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

Bella's scoff turned into a snarl. "None of your fucking business. I was just taking my leave; can I leave now?" "Are you a spy? Did Ladi's people send you to spy on Kilahi?" He whispered.

"What the hell are you talking about? Who is Ladi or Kilahi?" She snapped.

Garba's hand closed around her phone, his fingers moving with lightning speed. He took off her glasses and accessed her device via Face ID. Bella's eyes widened in horror grabbing her eye glasses back.

"I swear to God, I'll scream thief and I'll have you arrested." She threatened, her voice trembling with anger.

Garba merely smiled, his eyes glinting, "I dare you to. I don't know how you got that pass, but I dare you to scream." He held the phone to her face, the screen displaying pictures of Kilahi and himself.

The silence between them was shattered by the sudden ringing of his phone. He swiftly answered, his eyes darting upward toward the CCTV camera's unblinking gaze.

"Everything's fine," he assured the caller, his voice low and measured. "Just conducting routine scrutiny. Can't be too careful."

Bella's chest heaved, her eyes locked on his, a mix of fear and uncertainty.

He paused, his gaze never leaving Bella's face. "No, she's not a spy," He replied. "But I'll need to question her for a while, just to be sure."

He ended the call, his focus returning to Bella. She sighed in relief, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

"With just one call, this place will be swarmed by trainees and officers... and then you'll have to explain why you're spying on Kilahi - or maybe me." He threatened and she rolled her eyes heavenward, "Fuck. It's not that serious." She muttered.

"I am not a criminal."

"For the last time, who the fuck are you, and why do you have pictures of Kilahi and i?"

A guy stepped into the police station where Ladi and his boys had been apprehended. His broad shoulders and stout build commanded attention in the cramped police station, his tattoos visible on his neck and arms like a warning label. His companion, slender and sporting a ring earring, trailed behind him.

"Wetin una dey find?" The policeman at the desk asked gruffly, his eyes flicking between the two men.

"Our boys," Big T replied, his deep voice commanding attention.

The policeman raised an eyebrow. "Who be una boys? Many criminals dey cell, you go try dey more specific."

Big T arced his brow slightly offended, "You wan form say you no know me?" He cracked his neck, the sound,like a threat.

The policeman shifted uncomfortably. "I be una family?"

Big T's chuckle sent a shiver down the officer's spine. "Okay now, we dey find Ladi and him boys. We hear say them throw them inside yard."

The policeman's expression turned guarded. "Eh hen... They're not on bail yet."

Big T's eyes narrowed, "Why? Them kill person?" "Attempted murder is a crime punishable under the law," The policeman replied firmly.

Big T snorted. "Na why I come as gentleman to come pay bail. Why dem go detain them reach today? Something way happen on Saturday? Haba? Abi touts no get human right too?"

The policeman darted his gaze away, avoiding Big T's piercing stare. "Who dem wan kill no get human right too? What if them don kpai the woman?"

Big T's voice dropped to a menacing growl. "Them die her? Shebi she dey alive? Why my people come dey inside yard till now?" "Wait till they are tried in court."

Big T laughed, the sound sending a chill through the station. "Na so we wan start to do am? Shebi na bail I carry so." He patted the bag slung across his chest.

The policeman's eyes widened as he scanned the records. "There's no place here that states provision for bail for those boys. Nowhere!"

Big T's expression turned ugly, "Why I dey follow this smallie talk? Where una DPO?"

"Him no dey."

Big T scoffed. "Which person car they outside?"

"You fit go outside go ask now. Shebi you be questionnaire."

Big T's eyes flashed with anger, "Hm! E be like say you no know me. Release my boys now or..."

The policeman's voice rose. "Or what? Do you know where you are? You're in a police station, in case you have forgotten. You are surrounded by police, and there are enough rooms in case you no get where sleep."

Big T scoffed, "No way I dey get friendly conversation with you, officer. You dey form give me. Now way I dey remind you of the concept of bail, you dey use me ball. They say my people perish because of say wetin? Lack of wisdom, by the time I come back, you and your DPO better don receive wisdom or else..."

"Are you threatening an officer of the law?"

Big T leaned in, his voice low and menacing. "When I threaten you, you go know. " With that, he turned and strode out of the station. The officer exchanged glances with other officers around then he quickly dialed his boss's number.

"Good day Sir!" The policeman barked into the phone, his voice laced with urgency. "What is it, Sergeant?" The DPO asked, "As you predicted, sir, they came to collect their boys,"

"And?"

"I told them there was no provision for bail, sir. They boys are not going anywhere."

The sergeant hesitated before continuing, "They threatened me, Sir."

The DPO let out a long hiss. "Ooooooooh." He knew keeping Ladi and his boys in custody would ignite a powder keg of trouble.

The sergeant's voice dropped to a whisper. "They asked for you, sir. I told them you were unavailable, but they noticed your car outside."Did they make any specific demands?"

"No, sir. Just that they'd be back. And soon."

Garba firmly guided Bella into the locker room, her eyes scanned the space with discomfort etched on her brow. The air was thick with the mixture of sweat and perfume. "Let's talk here," Garba said, gesturing to a bench.

"Here?" questioned Bella, hesitant and uncertain. "Yes," Garba affirmed, his tone insistent. And then, faintly, they heard muffled moans that seemed to echo from nowhere and everywhere. A sense of unease prickled at Bella's skin. "Is that..." she trailed off, trying to locate the source of the sound.

"Are you sure this is a safe place?" She stated with a firm voice, the fear in her eyes betrayed her. Bella's unease only deepened. "Here? Really?" "This is the only place without camera. The policy of this institution frowns again intruders."

"How do I know you're not bringing me here to harm or rape me?" She asked, her tone laced with skepticism.

"I can't make any calls, you're with my phone." "You have two phones, I noticed another in your bag."

"How?"

"It's my job. Don't worry, I have my dictaphone on. You can trust that you're safe," Garba reassured her still glancing at the picture on her phone.

"Are you a photographer?"

"Who is Kilahi to you?" She interupted, "Are you her second boyfriend? Or secret lover?" She inquired and he grinned. "Why does it matter to you? And who are you to ask?" Garba retorted, his tone guarded and defensive.

"My name is Bella from BellAfrik, and I believe it's only fair that I know your name as well," Bella responded with a hint of resistance.

"I am Garba Dantata, a detective and trainer," Garba revealed with a hint of pride.
Bella smirked, "I'll be damned! I can't believe it's the same Garba. The secretary spilled your asewo tales, thinking I was here to see you. I had to pay a heavy price for this pass. I'm a blogger who uncovers the truth behind these so-called saints, Mr and Mrs Perfects of society. I call it my own form of activism - exposing secrets, discussing fashion and style, all in the name of revealing the real faces behind the masks."

"So you're trying to dig up dirt on Kilahi, why?" He asked, his tone curious and slightly surprised.

"Do the math, if you got me this far, you must be smarter than this," Bella replied, her tone sly and challenging.

"You're trying to sabotage her relationship," Garba stated, finally understanding Bella's motive.

"Ten points to you," Bella quipped sarcastically with a clap of hand.

"Why? Do you have a personal vendetta against her relationship?" Garba prodded, "I have something and everything against her stupid relationship and against that stupid Gbadamosi. I want to bring him down so badly," Bella confessed with a hint of anger in her voice. Her fist tightened at the same time.

Bella's voice dripped with venom as she spoke.

But Garba simply shook his head, "Your words say one thing, but your eyes betray your true intentions. You like Gbadamosi."

Bella scoffed, her lips twisting into a sneer. She couldn't even deny it! "When I'm done digging up dirt on him, he'll be begging to sleep with me just so I don't expose him. Idiotic fellow! Olusho aguntan iranu! (Rubbish Pastor)" She ranted bitterly.

"I know what this is really about. You want Gbadamosi, but he's with Kilahi. You're angry and you want her out of the picture." He expressed and she scoffed, "You make it sound like i want her dead." Bella waved his concern away with a careless flick of her hand.

"I don't want her physically harmed, you get? I just want to find something, dirts to use against her."

"Dirt, like what?" Garba prodded, curious about her plan.

"Sex tapes, rape tapes,"

He scoffed, "Rape tape?" "Maybe that was a bit extreme." "A bit? If you dare hurt Kilahi." "Abeg chill!" She barked then she hissed.

"I just need sex tapes or pictures of her or Gbadamosi cheating. Something that will go viral and shatter their perfect image." Bella's eyes gleamed with so much bitterness. "Everyone thinks Kilahi is an innocent angel, but I'll prove that she's not so pure and innocent."

Garba scoffed in disbelief, "You'll be waiting a long time. Kilahi is not like that at all. She's... " he trailed searching for a word that best qualifies her, "You can call her an angel."

Bella wasn't convinced. She rolled her eyes and taunted, "She's gotten through to you too, right? You like her."

"I don't," Garba denied adamantly.

She could sense his hesitation and smirked triumphantly. "I knew it. You like her, but that stupid engagement ring is stopping you. You want to sleep with her. I bet you want to grab her and fuck her. "

Garba's temper flared, "Shut up!" He snapped but she clicked her tongue, "It's a shame you're just a trainer." She moved closer to him, her voice low and seductive. "But don't worry, I can offer you something better."

The tension between them crackled like a live wire as Bella ran her hands across Garba's chest, her intentions clear. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked with a suggestive smile.
But Garba's resolve held strong. "Like I said, I don't have a type. And right now, I need to get back to Kilahi."

Bella's laughter rang out, mocking him. "I wasn't talking about that but..." She paused biting her finger while admiring his body, "The asewo inside of me is saying, why not? It won't be such a bad idea would it? As long as you have protection, since you're an asewo yourself." She paused laughing it out then she exhaled.

"Let's work together. Let's bring these two couples down."

"Gbadamosi is an old friend, I don't want to be caught in that cross fire." He stood firm in his principles and she rolled her eyes. "Come on!"

"I won't be caught up in your schemes to bring him down."

Bella pressed on, "Come on, you don't have to get your hands dirty. Just help me get Kilahi in a compromising position. Can you imagine the headline? Gbadamosi George and his fiancé break off their engagement just days before the wedding."

He shook his head in disbelief then he click his tongue ,"Geskia, I..... can't." Deep down, he couldn't deny the temptation of being with Kilahi, even if it meant betraying his old friend.

Bella let out a hearty laugh, "Come on," She urged, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "No one is asking you to get your hands dirty. All we need is to get Kilahi in a compromising position." She leaned in closer, her eyes full of determination. "Just imagine the headline: Gbadamosi George and his fiancé call off engagement just days before wedding. Kilahi goes her way, and he goes his own. And when she's hurting from the pain of that disengagement...boom! You'll have her all to yourself. There's no one more vulnerable than a woman in that state. You'll have your way, and I'll have mine hopefully. As long as they're separated and there's a scandal, I'll still be happy."

The corners of Garba's mouth turned up into a sly grin as he added, "Trust me, this is all part of my plan. To seduce her, cause a separation and have it my way. I don't need cameras to execute it."

"Please," Bella pleaded, her hand caressing his glistening chest. She pushed her lips closer to his and their lips met in a passionate kiss as Garba lifted her up against the locker, fully giving into their desires. As they continued to kiss, they could already envision the headlines that would soon be circulating, solidifying their victory.

In the evening, at about the hour of 8, Kilahi settled on her stool, her laptop open before her. She had just returned from work and had decided to put on a big white polo she took from Terdoo and a short . The long day at the training academy still weighed heavily on her. Her body was hurting her!

As she rubbed the fatigue from her eyes, she gazed at the mountain of emails awaiting her attention. With a resigned sigh, Kilahi began to sift through the emails. A few minutes later she was one call with the foundation's secretary, Moni. Her legs were crossed, as they both reviewed the email contents.

"This one I'm seeing donation inquiries from Full Care, asking about the Pad programs and funding requirements. Oh wait, this one Is my personal mail. Sorry."

"Okay Ma."

"There are applications from volunteers wanting to join the upcoming skill program for rural children. Why am I being sent the applications, isn't it supposed to be vetted by Mrs Aisha?."

"Mrs Bakare wants you to handle it, since she won't be so stable in Lagos." "Geez! Are we going to accept all volunteers? Toor, who is going to vet them? I'll have to set up a team but won't people start giving me this, when did she come look?"

Moni laughed, "Well, they will but what does it matter? It's not their choice to make." "Do you think I don't see the way they've been looking at me. After I got back from training today, someone walked up to me and said, if she resumes by that time, she'll get a earful but I'll definitely get a pat on my back." Kilahi exhales, "It's well. Toor, God will definitely us."

Sewuese pushed her head into the room, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Your future husband is in the parlor."

Kilahi's eyes widened in surprise, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten- partially swept under the rug!

"Moni, I'll call you back." She said ending the call then she glanced at her sister. "Are you for real?" "No, for fake." "Awn, just who I wanted to see." She said, setting her laptop aside and Sewuese laughed.

Kilahi peered at her, scrutinizing her expression. "Are you sure? I hope you're not pulling my legs. Gbadamosi didn't say anything about coming. Or did he? I haven't even gone online all day." Her voice trailed off with a sigh.

Sewuese chuckled, "Aunty, I kid you not in King James version. " She winked, disappearing from the doorway.

Kilahi smiled. She wasn't expecting his visit, but the surprise lifted her fatigue. She stood up, arranging the top she had on then she rushed to the wardrobe to get a decent shorts.

Later that evening, after dinner with Tommy, Brenda got into her room in a red dress. She hissed and stomped her feet on the floor. "You two look good together," She imitates her father, "Yeah Dad, you're such a prophet!" She grunted then she threw her phone and bag on the bed. She went ahead to remove the diamond earrings.

"You look beautiful, yada yada yada, who asked for your fucking opinion? Who are you calling your girlfriend? I have a boyfriend and his name is Ugo, he's hot, he's charming, he might not be as rich as you are but he's definitely not as annoying as you are! Argh!" She groaned tightening her fist.

Her phone rang and she frowned, "It had better not be that..." She trailed off lifting up her phone, there she saw Ugo. It was a video call.

Brenda's face lit up as she answered the phone, a sly smile spreading across her cheeks. "Hey Baby." She waved and his deep voice resonated through the line, "Hey." She noticed he was holding a knife and slicing through vegetables.

She placed the phone on the tabletop, capturing her face to her mid section. He noticed and chuckled.

"Why do you have makeup on?" Ugo asked in a playful tone. Brenda's eyes widened, "Uh..." Dhe choked on her words. "Um... the dinner I spoke of."

His laughter echoed through the phone. "Wasn't in the house?"

"No, we went out," Brenda replied, trying to sound nonchalant."Do you have pictures? You look beautiful in that red gown." Ugo complimented and she blushed.

She snorted. "No, I was too bored. We should have been together if not for this boring date!"

He suddenly burst into laughter, "You just called it a date!" "Family date." "Okay. I was only bored after I got back from work, and I thought, why don't I call Brenda to spice up my night?"

Brenda playfully shot back, "Ginger girl, coming to your rescue. What kind of spice do you want me to be? I can be all over like curry."

Ugo roared with laughter, "She doesn't know how to cook, but she knows her spice!"

She gasped and pretended to be offended. "Ouch."

Ugo continued, "Oh wait, I forgot, there's - spaghetti baloney, or is it benigi?" "Hahaha, very funny. Spaghetti Bolognese." She corrected giggling and he chuckled. "I stand corrected, apologies to the Italian in you."

"You know what Ugo, screw you! And I mean that in the most romantic way you could ever think!" She remarked and he winked at her.

"Accepted with love. My spice, I think I have a new pet name for you."

Brenda playfully warned, "Depending on the spice, I can decide to be turmeric today, I might decide to be garlic."

"I'm a doctor but I don't like garlic." He confessed, "Now you get the point! There are some days you won't like me. Sometimes the salt might be too much, I might be doing too much, sometimes, I'll have the right balance so you're going to have to deal with me."

He smiled through her explanation. "Wait, did I submit my resume at the wrong company? Is this Brenda Spice and Baloney?" "Bolognese! Ugh HUgo!" "I'll go over the job benefits to see if I'm really fit for the job. Good thing I have a well tailored CV and I've acquired quite a lot of experience." He answered and she laughed.

"What if I'm not interested in employing?"

"I better take my skills elsewhere." He answered and they both laughed.

"What are you doing?" Brenda asked, "I'm harvesting yam with my Cutlass." He answered lifting up a knife, "You could have just said nothing."

"Silence is the best answer for fools, you're not one."

"It looks like you're cooking."

"Two points to Brenda for observation."

She laughed and bit her fingers. "You're being annoying tonight. What are you cooking?" "Yam and egg sauce. I wanted to order shawarma and drinks but then I started craving for home cooked meal. I had yam, by the way, a big portion of the yam has gotten spoilt. It's so annoying, I didn't even use half of the money I got the yam for."

"You went shopping for yam?"

"Yes. I restocked last month, I restock every month."

Brenda blinked, "Like you actually go to the market to buy these stuff. Who carries them?" She asked and he laughed. "Why are you laughing? Yams weigh about 10 pounds or more, who's going to lift them? Definitely not me, I pity your future wife."

"I pity her too. If it's going to be you, I pity you."

Brenda sat down in silence, "Can't you place orders, there are market sites where you can literally place orders for everything you buy. Change is constant and change starts with us and our mindset."

"What's the motivational speech for?"

"I'm trying to change that African mentality to buy every stuff from the local market."

Ugo smirked, "Why do I see fear in your eyes." "Because I can lift a damn dumbbell for fun, not a 20 pound yam." She paused with a sigh, "Thank God you're a doctor, if I break my bones, you'll fix it."

He smiled impressed at her acceptance and how she was ready to lift the heavy load. "Who said anything about you lifting any heavy load? So that when you have blisters, your parents will accuse me of turning their daughter into a slave."

She widened her eyes, "I won't?" "How was your day?" He asked changing the topic and she moved away from the phone to take off the gown she wore.

"I can't see you." He complained, "Do you want to see me take off my dress?" She asked mischievously listening in for silence.

"Take your time." He finally spoke up and she laughed. She smiled, feeling grateful for his presence in her life.

Brenda's serenity was shattered as her phone buzzed, interrupting the beautiful WhatsApp video call with Ugo. She swiftly grabbed the device, clinging to the gown she had discarded to cover herself.

As she approached the phone, her eyes widened in dismay. Tommy's name flashed on the screen, filling her with dread. She stood frozen then she leaned back against the wall, her mind reeling with questions. How could she reconcile her father's expectations with Tommy's relentless pursuit? The weight of their conflicting demands was clearly suffocating her.

The call ended, and Ugo's face reappeared on the screen. Brenda adjusted the camera to focus on her face alone, attempting to conceal her distress.

"You had a call bah?" Ugo asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Brenda forced a weak smile, trying to downplay the situation. "Yeah. Can you call back? I want to have my bath."

His expression turned sympathetic. "No problem. Are you fine?" he asked gently.

"Yeah.... I'm just tired," She replied, struggling to maintain the facade.

"Sorry. Good night, babe." He said softly, "Good night, Ugo," She replied, ending the call.

Kilahi settled into the same chair as Gbadamosi beaming with joy. In contrast, Gbadamosi's expression was somber, his eyes clouded with concern. He couldn't fathom why Kilahi had kept the training a secret from him.

"You're just the person I wanted to see," Kilahi said, her voice laced with exhaustion. She leaned against Gbadamosi's shoulder, her eyes drooping. "I'm tired; I'm extremely tired. I was going through my emails when Sewuese informed me about your arrival."

"Busy day?" He asked, his tone softening.

"The busiest! I can't even begin to complain. But before I start, how was your day? How was your meeting with that man who sought your professional help?" Kilahi inquired and his lips curled into a smile. "It went well." "Oh, thank God."

"After the meeting, a girl tried to ask me out."

"You don't mean it," Kilahi exclaimed, "I'm serious," Gbadamosi assured. "What happened afterwards?"

"I told her that I have a beautiful fiancée with whom I'm in love with." Gbadamosi replied, his eyes locking onto Kilahi's and she blushed, her cheeks flushing. "Aww. What else?"

""Ah, yes... Bella sent me some interesting pictures," Gbadamosi said, his expression turning serious.

"Doesn't she ever rest? I thought you blocked her." Kilahi asked, her brow furrowed.

"She's quite persistent."

"Obviously! If you can gear her passion into winning souls into the kingdom, she'll be a catch."

"Yeah."

"What kind of picture did she send? Tell me she didn't send you her nudes?"

Gbadamosi laughed, "Nah." He pulled out his phone from his pocket and showed her the pictures.

Kilahi gasped in shock- they were pictures of her with Garba in the gym.

"How did she get this?" She asked, her voice low.

"The real question is, when were you going to tell me you had a session with Garba?" He asked and she shrugged innocently. "Today was hectic; I guess I forgot in the midst of the chaos. I'm sorry; you know I would have said something."

"I hate to sound like this, but there are 24 hours in a day. You could have told me when you found out." Gbadamosi said, his tone laced with disappointment.

"I received the email from work stating I would resume training to learn the rudiments of a proper rescue mission; It was last night. I didn't remember to drop the message. I couldn't even go to the school for evangelism; I had to send Evangelist Manasseh in my place again. Today was just crazy; I didn't know Garba would be my trainer. I was surprised to see him." Kilahi explained.

"Just like I was surprised after Bella sent the picture. I know she can be manipulative, but I'm sure there's an extent to which you can manipulate a picture, could this be photoshopped?" Gbadamosi asked, his eyes narrowing at a picture of Kilahi with her palm on Garbas chest.

Kilahi held back her laughter after sensing his jealousy."Are you referring to the one where I had my hands on his chest?"

"Everything," Gbadamosi replied.

"He was showing me a scar he had from a gunshot," Kilahi clarified.

"I'm sure it was visible enough; there was no need to touch," Gbadamosi said, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

"I didn't think it was true," Kilahi defended.

"Oh, wow, Thomasina; I never knew you were an expert at identifying bullet wounds by touch." Gbadamosi teased.

"He asked me to touch it. He lifted my hands; I didn't willingly touch it," Kilahi explained.

"How romantic of him," Gbadamosi said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Kilahi rolled her eyes.

"Stop with the sarcasm. What's going on? I feel this is more than just me keeping it from you," Kilahi pressed.

"What's going on?"

"The problem here starts with a G and ends with an A," Gbadamosi replied.

"Garba? How is he a problem?" She asked, "I already told you who he is," Gbadamosi said.

"Your testimony is based on experiences from ages ago! You can't judge a person based on their past. It's wrong and bias." Kilahi reasoned.

"Garba has not changed," Gbadamosi asserted.

"How can you ascertain that?" Kilahi challenged.

Gbadamosi scoffed. "The reason why we've always had issues, Garba and I, is this: I was in the world; I would sleep with girls, but I had limits to what I did then. Him, he didn't. He doesn't care if she's your girlfriend or if a woman is married; he'll still sleep with her anyway."

"Newsflash Gbadamosi, you're the one I'll be losing my virginity to, not Garba or any other man. We're just friends, and he's just someone who genuinely cares about me." She explained.

"Enough to save your life."

"Exactly! Enough to save my life, like any friend would, he cares about me."

Gbadamosi laughed at her naivety, "You're not seeing the picture are you?" "What picture?"

"That he likes you."

Kilahi shook her head then she paused in thought and tried to access her conversations. "I'm trying to think of all the conversations we've had....geskia, I can't even think of any. Except when he brought flowers to apologize to me after I accused him of digging about me. It was an apology flower, he has never said to me, will you be my girlfriend, he has never acted inappropriate with me. Why should I think otherwise of him?"

"You're looking at this through an innocent lens."

"Toor, am I supposed to judge without evidence?"

"You got an email to train, and boom! He happens to be your trainer," Gbadamosi continued, his tone laced with skepticism. "I don't need a revelation to tell me this has Garba's handwriting all over it."

Kilahi's eyes widened in understanding. "Sincerely, I thought the same at some point; I wanted to lash out at the whole coincidence, but I just didn't see anything wrong to pin on him. He hasn't done anything wrong. He hasn't made any move on me, he hasn't done anything inappropriate or said anything inappropriate." "Yet," Gbadamosi added, his brow furrowed.

Kilahi exhaled, her shoulders sagging. "What wrong can he do? Not like he'll rape me." "Garba doesn't rape! He'll never rape, it's against his bad boy ethics. Get a girl, the right way, sleep with her and walk away."

"And you think I'm that easy."

"Not when you have a soft spot for him, he's manipulative."

Kilahi scoffed, "I don't!" "All you've spent the past ten minutes doing is supporting. I hate to sound like a jealous boyfriend, but it is what it is," Gbadamosi admitted.

Kilahi's lips curled into a sly smile. "So, you're jealous." She asked, sucking her lips while her eyes sparkled in mockery. Gbadamosi's expression remained serious. "It's not about jealousy; it's just that his personality has never sat well with me. He's a chronic womanizer. You could call Muyiwa a womanizer, but calling Garba one would be too subtle for the real title he holds," He explained.

Kilahi's expression turned thoughtful. "You're not getting the point; that was who you knew him as. Don't judge him based on that. Choicest, I want you to see reasons with me. A man was a hen thief in his past life, he moved to a new town and a hen gets missing. Is it fair to pin it on him without any form of evidence? Garba can be annoying; we've had our bad moments, but I feel writing him off is the worst we can do humanly and even as believers." "It's cute that you want to see the good side in him," Gbadamosi said, his tone softening.

Kilahi placed a gentle hand on Gbadamosi's arm. "Even write-off can be plot twist in God's majestic story. Give him a chance-a benefit of the doubt. I'm sure he means no harm, and even though he has some sort of plan, I'm head over heels in love with you. There's no braggart or Garba in this world or the next that can stop it." She assured grabbing his palm with her free hand.

"You were the one who said, if this was Jesus in this situation, what would he have done?" She asked and he laughed, "You listened?"

"Yes. You're basically around ladies who like you and I'm not really bothered, you know why? I trust you, I trust that you love me, I trust that you won't hurt me."

Gbadamosi's expression softened, his eyes locking onto hers. "I trust you, Kilahi," He whispered. "But I also know Garba's reputation. I just want to protect you."

Kilahi declared confidently, "Choicest, I've got this! No need to shield me from him. I'm training hard, and in two weeks, I'll be unstoppable. You can even start scouting for trouble - I'll flash in and take down anyone with my signature upper cut movement!" She gestured and he chuckled, surprised by her confidence.

"Upper cut movement, huh? Sounds like a showstopper!"

Kilahi grinned, unfazed. "One blow, seven die! It's a game-changer, trust me." "One punch that will teleport anyone to Judgment Day. I won't want to look for your trouble, Ninja Kilahi. Are you sure you're not Chinese or Korean?"

Kilahi laughed hard, "I'm part Jet Li and Jackie Chan." "Your parents were futuristic when they named you Kilahi," Gbadamosi said, chuckling.

Kilahi continued laughing, her sides aching. "You're not serious. My legs hurt from all the exercise; too bad the training doesn't come with massage packages. Cause I need one." "Ehya, too bad you're only entitled to that package after 23rd and beyond."

"Too bad." She replied with a sigh.

"Exercise will you adapt for when we get married and start going on morning runs and gym runs."

Kilahi raised an eyebrow. "How do you have time for the gym with your busy schedule?"

Gbadamosi shrugged. "It's important to keep fit."

Kilahi sighed, "Guess what?" "What?" "I've been getting messages from notable people interested in sponsoring the Pad a Girl program," Kilahi said. "They want to know the intricacies, rudiments, and logistics."

He beamed with pride. "That's great! I knew you'd pull it off."

Kilahi had to temper his enthusiasm, "Calm down, before you'll hand me an award, they haven't said yes yet, and I haven't even looked through the emails."

"Have faith. Everything will fall into place."

Kilahi's expression turned serious. "But... I want to talk about something much more important."

He wondered, "What?" "How much I love you, Choicest." She revealed and he giggled, "Not me, thinking you wanted to talk about something important." "You're important! You're God's priceless gift to me. With each passing day, my appreciation for you only deepens. Your value is immeasurable, beyond words. You are my vulnerability, my soft spot - the one person who holds the power to touch my heart like no one else can. Permission to fall out of spirituality for a while and you look hot. My eyes are literally burning from all these hotness. When the Bible says put on the whole armour of God, you over did it."

Gbadamosi chuckled, "You're effortlessly killing me with lines, without Kunfu or ninja moves. I'm impressed and speechless at the same time. You just humbled an experienced man, continue."

Kilahi laughed and blushed at his acceptance. "It still baffles me how God took 365 days in crafting this masterpiece called Gbadamosi and he just packaged him to me and just said, take my son and treat him well. Is it fair? God, is it fair?"

They both chuckled.

Gbadamosi face flushed, his hands raised in playful surrender.His heart as well as his head was swelling. "Okay, what do you want? Name your demands."

"I have all I want already. I just never want to see this smile on your fade away. This is my cheesy, petty and poetic way of saying I'm sorry." Kilahi apologized leaning back on his shoulder.

"Another problem here is, Bella sent me six pictures and none of them has you closing your eyes but when you saw me yesterday, you closed your eyes till I left the video call. It was a mistake, I thought it was Temi."

Kilahi gasped, "I wasn't comfortable." "Did you close your eyes?" He asked and she locked eyes with him, "He's not you! He's not my fiance, you are! I'm not attracted to him, it's you I'm attracted to. It makes sense more if I try to shield my eyes from imagining vain things."

Gbadamosi smiled, "Define vain things." He asked and she laughed, "I'm beginning to doubt the potency of your calling. Can you be less carnal?" She asked and he laughed grabbing her hand. As he reluctantly prepared to depart, the weight of their temporal separation settled heavy on his heart. He longed to linger, to savor every fleeting moment with her. He couldn't wait for the day when their goodbyes would be a thing of the past, when she'd be waking up beside him every morning.
"Barely 18 days to forever." He muttered and her widened in horror.

"Once again, can you be less carnal?" She asked and they both laughed. "Wait, I wasn't even seeing it that way. I'll be leaving in any moment and I was just wishing I didn't have to visit that was why I said barely 18 days to go! Jesus Christ Kilahi! You're the carnal one." He snapped playfully.

Her cheeks flushed and she laughed. Their journey to forever was beautifully close.

What do you guys think of the last update?

Wedding scenes coming soon!! 💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

Will Garba and Bella succeed? 🙈

Will Kilahi escape another death trap?

Is our BreNUgo ship going to capsize? 😩