The devil who loved me - Chapter 92

The next two days were the best days of my life, Jafar and I cruised around car in his Benz, it was the most popular gist in town, the former VP candidate was dating a cultist. I didn’t care about it, with Jafar I found the satisfaction that I had been craving for. We straffed everywhere we could, in his car, in his kitchen (with door locked)…in our private bush path…

The cult killings had stopped, students were trooping back to school in the thousands. Even Toun had informed me that she was coming back soon. Hearing the gist about Eli’s death had accelerated her getting better.

My bags were packed, I was ready for Lagos, but wanted to go through Sagamu, so I can say hello to my Cousins before I zoom. Jafar planned to drop me off at Ilisan. The guys in the house told me they would miss me…I knew they were talking about my food. I looked at the house as we stepped out, even with all the horrors; I was going to miss the house.

I was going to go to Lagos and when I come back, I would plan how my life was going to be with Jafar. I couldn’t be with him all the time, but I hoped to share the best times with him.

There were also unverified reports on how the school was going to organize snap elections in which I was the favorite to lead to win. I was looking forward to the rest of my life with anticipation.

I was wearing my favorite short white gown, while Jafar was wearing a white shirt combined with a blue trouser. I thought we looked debonair together. With my bags packed in his booth, we started the trip.

Me: don’t play all those your sorrowful songs o…don’t you have anyone that is dance-hall?

Jafar: they are not sorrowful jor, they make more sense..

I was reacting to the Evanescence “my immortal” that was playing out of his speakers..

Jafar: Nope…let’s play Asa?

Me: you are now talking!

We had passed by the Main-campus, with Asa’s amazing voice filling the air..

Me: will this your Confra thing ever be over?

Jafar looked at me, once again I didn’t know what he was thinking until he blurted the words out…

Jafar : Yes..

Me: when…

He smiled, he usually did that when he expected us to stop that particular conversation..

Jafar: what will you bring for me on your way back?

Me: apart from food stuffs and colorful boxers….what else do you want?

Jafar: you won’t tell anybody?

Me: No…

Jafar : Golden morn…plenty..

Me: Awww…my baby…

Jafar: oya, ya isa!

Me: what is ‘ya isa’?

Jafar: its enough..

Me: should I add Cerelac to it?

We both laughed…

Jafar: just come back on time…don’t let me miss you.