Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker ~ Episode 16

The drive to the Police Station was longer than I had expected. Jide was taking it slow with the wheel and whistling to James Blunt’s “Beautiful” playing from the stereo with so much smile beaming on his face like someone whose joy knew no bounds.

I on the other hand was somewhere serene and beautiful. My mind was in a magic land with beautiful flowers in different colours and there it was like Jide and I having a beautiful dance like the Wizard of Oz and Theodora, the witch. I had expected Jide to reject me and I would have understood the reason why but now, he wants me beyond my mess and ugliness. He is going to be mine forever and I am going to be his.

“We are going to cross every huddle that needs to be crossed together; you and I. . . so stop thinking.”

The voice of Jide sprung me back to life.

“We are here already?” I asked with my face partially smiling and looking mischievous.

“Yes we are. . . What were you thinking about? Cos I said something to you some minutes ago and I’m sure you never heard.” He said looking into my face.

“You said something. . . I heard your voice.” I replied.

“It is well with you. . . I just said everything would be okay.”

“Yeah. I know that dear.”

Oops! It was too late to hold back the last word ‘dear’. It just flew out. I guess I was too engulfed in the excitement that it just flew out. Jide looked at me like he was trying to allay my fears like I had just seen a ghost. He touched me on the face and blew me a kiss.

“It’s fine really. . . My love!” he said winking at me.

Jide had insisted that we come to the Police Station to report that my apartment was burgled. Left to me, I wouldn’t have bothered ‘cos something tells me that everything happening has a lot to do with what’s going on with Amaka and I hope she starts talking soon before things go out of hand.

The officer that was in charge of Amaka’s detention the other time wasn’t on duty. I was hoping he was maybe he would have something amusing to say this time around as regards Amaka’s whereabouts or the new complaint we came for. The officer on duty didn’t waste our time as such even though there was something off about him.

He brought out some papers for me to fill and then I wrote a statement which Jide had refused to write, after all, coming down to report was his idea. The officer asked if I could think of anyone who would want to hurt me or anyone close to me. Well, my mind went straight to Chief Collins, the unofficial Amaka’s ‘father-monster.’ I could think of a reason why he would want to hurt me judging by the encounter at the church but at the same time, I could think of several reasons why the thought felt so unreasonable. Moreover, we’ve only met twice. Once at the hospital and the other time at the church. He possibly didn’t have an idea that Amaka and I stay together or maybe he does know where I live. After all, he follows every movement his wife makes.

I decided to discard the idea. Jide told the Police Officer that we couldn’t think of anyone who might want to hurt us.

“Was there any loss of property? Money? Fortunes. . .” the officer asked.

He sounded as if he had just finished studying Synonyms before he came to work. Money? Fortunes? Property? Are they not all fortunes?

“Not at all. . . All we noticed was a disorganized room; like as if someone was desperately searching for something.” I replied him.

“I see. . . Maybe I should have asked this way, Do you have someone else’s possession in your care that he/she desperately wants back?” the officer fired at me again.

“What do you mean Officer?” I gave him one terrible eye look hoping he got the message.

“I’m just trying to help you Madam. . . See o! I just dey ask necessary questions. . . Abi wetin be my own? Na your house dem burgle no be my own o!”

“You said what?” Jide fired back at the man. He didn’t even give him a breathing space.

“I just dey talk my talk ni o Madam! Abeg take sorry, chop am if you don vex!”

“I shouldn’t be caught banting words with you Officer!. . . I think we are done here.”

“Yeah. I couldn’t but agree with you.” Jide said drawing me closer and holding me by the waist and that actually felt cozy.

“If I get any information for you, we go contact you madam!”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Jide swerved on the road that led to my number 5 home. It was then I realized that my apartment was as good as open. It was like the people who burgled the apartment came with hammer, saw and every hacking instrument one could think of cos seriously, the door isn’t an easy one to break and it made me wonder how some hoodlums would have done so without anybody in the apartment being aware unless they all went out at the same time. . . Whatever! The deed is already done and I am left with tons of cleaning and rearrangements to do.

“You are taking me back home already?” I asked Jide looking into his eyes.

“Yes, I guess. . .” he replied focusing on the road.

“Okay. . . I thought we had some places to go; I mean the dress and everything. . .”

I was beginning to sound disappointed and exhausted like as if I had dressed for nothing. Yes, I do like to dress well but I thought Jide was taking me somewhere special or maybe I’m just the one who thinks I don’t deserve something special on a normal day.

“We are home baby!” Jide said looking at me as if he didn’t hear me talk.

“So you are just gonna ignore my question by telling me we are home?”

“No my love. I’m not gonna ignore your question. I’m just gonna take it slow.”

I got down from the car to a very different apartment outlook. The door has been fixed, the locks changed and I was caught in the gazes of Mama Seun, Eliza and Okon.

“What happened?” I asked facing Jide as if I was sure he has the undiluted response to my question.

“Anyways, I asked my carpenter to come by and help with the repairs and also to get whoever he needed in making sure the repair is well done. So, he came the house this morning to drop the keys. . . and here they are.” He said holding the keys dangling in his hands.

“Seriously? You did that for me?” I asked filled with so much emotion.

“Yes. I did that for you. So, shall we. . .”

“Thank you very much.” I said hugging him tightly not minding the roving eyes of Mama Seun and the likes.

“Chei! Love nwantintin o!. . .”

“Na you sabi o Mama Seun! Abeg, I be wan enter my room. See una later ehn!”

“Alright. . . Go and flenjor with your man jare! I help thank God for you o!

Finally!”

Hehehehehe. . . I couldn’t contain my laughter. Her words made me feel guilty about Baba Seun. It’s been a while I saw him and I wanted to ask her what’s up with him but I guess I’d rather let it be.

“Awwww. . . they didn’t clean the room too?” I said smiling sheepishly.

“No, they didn’t! See your mouth like ‘clean the room’. . .”

“Why didn’t they? You would have so made my day you know!” I said with so much teasing.

“Well. . . I guess they weren’t trained to clean up people’s home. You would have to do that yourself.”

“I could see that. . . So why are we here? You plan on helping me clean up and spending the rest of the day with me?”

“Awwww! I wish but I’m taking you out for lunch.”

“Well, that’s super cool” I said feeling elated.

“So, do you think you can still find  your makeup box amidst this mess?”

“You’re silly. It wasn’t my room that was ransacked. It was just Amakas. So, ain’t gonna sweat about getting my makeup on.”

“Alright. . . Go work your magic. We have less than 30 minutes to be there.”

“Okay sir!”

My response to Jide made me realised that truly everything that has been happening has so much to do with Amaka. That means, the people who came here knew this place. The search was precise apart from the living room that was messed up. Hmmmm. . . Was Amaka keeping something that belonged to someone else? Did they find it?

I walked into the living room with so much pride in a face lift well done.

“Hmmmm you look flawless as ever!”

“I bet I do”

“So where are you taking me to this time? The place where we first met? KFC?”

“Actually. . .” he said stammering and picking his words one by one.

Jide held me by the arms as he moved closer.

“Actually what?”

He kept mute still

“Oh! Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking. . . cos if it is, I’m sorry but ain’t going nowhere.

“Well it is. . . I want you to meet my family again. I need you guys to start afresh. My Mother wants to meet you officially this time.”

“Yea. . . at least you were nice enough not to spring it on me this time but I still don’t wanna go.”

“I understand you are scared and traumatized. . .”

“Do you?”

“Yes, I do. . . Remember I told you we are in this together. It traumatized me too. We are all having a chance to start over again. . . don’t deny them their own right to start over again.”

Jide sat by my side, holding my hands, he lifted my chin.

“You can’t overcome your fears if you are running away from facing them. . . Please do this for my mother, for me. . .”

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