CAMARADERIE TROUBLES

CHAPTER 27

Selena watched her siblings talk excitedly on the phone and smiled secretly to herself as she waved

the hand fan in her hand, blowing breeze on Mr Simon. Mr Simon was a heavy sweater and the heat

had him sweating so much, water beats rolled down his exposed chest, down his stomach and

disappearing into his trouser. Sweat beads formed on Selena’s brow and her hands ached as she

fanned Mr Simon but that was the least on her mind. Selena watched her siblings with keen interest as

they passed the mobile phone around talking to none other than IK. Oh how she longed to hear his

voice again. It had been so long. It was nothing but three weeks but it sure did seem like three years to

her. Amanda and Solomon laughed from time to time and Selena felt jealous. She should be at the Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

receiving end of her brother’s words and jokes, oh, what she’d give to see her brother again… Amanda

walked up to Selena suddenly and propped the phone before her. Selena blinked. “IK wants to talk to

you” Selena froze, staring at the phone in Amanda’s hand with confusion and fright. Mr Simon looked

up at her. “Selena? Are you not going to speak with your brother?” Selena stared for some seconds

then shook her head. “You don’t want to talk to him?” Mr Simon looked as shocked as Amanda.

Solomon didn’t understand much of what was going on but Selena was sure. She wasn’t going to

speak with her brother. It was the price she was willing to pay to see her brother again. Selena shook

her head stiffly. “I don’t want to speak with him” she muttered with a sober look. Mr Simon collected the

phone, looking confused and put it against his ear. Selena couldn’t listen, she dropped the hand fan

and walked out of the sitting room. She really wanted to speak with her brother but she knew that

beyond hearing his voice, she also wanted to see his face so badly. And weirdly, she had the feeling

that starving him of her voice would make him stay alive long enough to not only hear her voice but see

her as well. She only hoped that she wouldn’t regret it… she prayed that the time wouldn’t come when

she wished she had savoured the sound of his voice while she had the chance. ***** Shola Dongmo

sat in her seat, her fingers shook violently where they lay on her laps as she smiled tightly at the men

seated across from her. The silence was so deafening and Shola couldn’t begin to imagine just how

silent the graveyard would be. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your names” she muttered, breaking the silence

with a smile frozen on her face. “Our names are unimportant” one of the guys dropped stonily. He was

the taller of the two guys, the one with the most frightening look and also the one Shola spotted a gun

on. “We prefer the anonymousity.” he finished with a small frightening smile. Shola swallowed, keeping

her frozen smile on her face. “Oh… Well, be my guest, sirs, I am Peju, by the way. Would you like me

to… call my sister for you?” she said, stretching her hand across the table to pick her big phone. The

eyes of the second guy snapped. “No, don’t. We’d just wait for her. We want to… surprise her” he

smiled, revealing smoke coloured teeth. Shola dropped her phone, making sure that they saw her do

that. She relaxed somewhat nonchalantly against the backrest of her chair, then snapped up, with an

audible sigh. “Please excuse me guys”, Shola’s heart raced wildly as she noticed the fastening of their

eyes on her, watching her like a hawk. “I have to visit the convenience” she quickly explained, looking

as casual as possible, “but do make yourself comfortable, I’ll be back in a bit” She turned her back on

them, walking towards the bathroom with her heart in her mouth. Her hands were shaking beyond

control and she carefully kept them in front of her in order not to give herself away. Finally, she opened

the door of the bathroom and entered, closing the door firmly behind her. She leaned against the door,

breathing heavily with her eyes closed. Snapping her eyes open, Shola searched the inner part of her

skirt and grabbed the small phone she hid before those men walked in. She knew who those men

were. She needed no one to tell her before she knew that she was face to face with assassins. What

had she ever done to anyone to warrant this? Shola swallowed as her shivering hands punched in her

husband’s number. She dialed and placed the phone agaibst her ear, turning to stare at the door as

though she could see the assassins through it. She hopped nervously as she waited. “Oh Cal” His

nickname. she whispered immediately she heard her husband’s voice on the other end. “What’s wrong,

baby?” “Cal, you have to come back here with your bodyguards, police, army, anything” she ranted as

she started pacing the bathroom nervously. “Calm down and tell me what’s wrong” her husband

snapped. “There are two men in my office now, Cal. They look like assassins and I saw one of them

with a gun, I am so scared Cal” “Turn the car around” Mr Dongmo bellowed, obviously to his driver.

“We’ll be there soon, baby, we are not so far from the plaza. Where are you now?” “In the toilet” she

muttered. “I lied to them, they don’t really know I’m me” “I don’t understand that but stay in the toilet

there, lock yourself up there. Don’t get out, do you hear me?” “I’ve been here for a while. If I stay

longer, they’ll suspect a thing, I’ll go back in. Hurry up” she whispered. “No, Shola don’t-” Before her

husband could argue, she hung up. She made sure the phone was silenced before hiding it perfectly in

the folds of her skirt. She knew her husband wouldn’t agree to her going back in there but she had to

go back. On one hand, staying back could alert the assassins that she knew something; the could

break the bathroom door and kill her anyways or flee out of danger of being caught. She couldn’t allow

any. If anything, she needed to know who hated her so much that he wanted her dead. She pushed

down the flush button of the toilet, took a calming breath and exited the toilet. “Sorry for keeping you

waiting” she murmured, smiling awkwardly. The faces of the men, if anything, looked more ferocious

than before. Shola turned white. They couldn’t have found her out, could they? Her stiff legs carried her

to her seat just as shorter of the two guys asked her bluntly. “Are you sure you are the sister? I never

knew Mrs Dongmo had a sister” he was looking so impatient, angry even. “I told you already, I am Peju,

my sister is Shola. Why do you need her anyways? Whatever you want to discuss with her, you can

also discuss with me” Shola tried to convey bold seriousness but she knew she was failing and they

were disbelieving her words more by the minute. Suddenly, the door of the office opened and the men

jumped out of their seats. Shola looked up, surprised that her husband arrived do fast but discovered

with horror that it was her secretary. Why was she earlier? “Madam”, the secretary – Jenrayo –stared

into the office, Shola tried her best to communicate with her eyes but her secretary was just too

unobservant. She looked surprised to see people in the office. “I’m sorry ma, I didn’t know you had

guests, someone is here to see you” she muttered, looking uncomfortable. Shola jumped out of her

seat as the men looked from Shola’s secretary to Shola, looking furious. “She is Shola Dongmo” one of

them barked. “Yes” “No” Shola and Jenrayo chorused. Oh no! I’m dead. Dongmo, where are you?

Shola yelled internally. “I told you Mac, I told you she’s lying.” The shorter guy snapped as the other

guy brought out his gun. The secretary shrieked and tried to escape. Immediately, Mac fired a shot in

her direction, connecting with her upper arm. Shola’s scream merged with Jenrayo’s as she fell on her

face, kneeling before the guys. “Please… please don’t… don’t shoot… don’t kill me, pleeease” she

cried guarding her head with her hands. “Lift your head” Mac snapped and Shola obeyed without a

second thought. “Ehen, so you had the guts to lie to us abi?” “Nooo… Please…” “You thought you are

smart, but you cannot be smarter than death” he hissed through clenched teeth. “I would have given

you the chance to say your last prayers before but you don’t have that grace now. Say hi to the devil

when you get there” he said smiling devilishly. “No… Nooooooo…” He pulled the trigger. ***** IK stared

at his parents with a sober look on his face. “Selena refused to talk to me” he muttered with a frown.

Florence and bimbo were equally as stunned as IK was. Now that they thought of it, Selena hadn’t

spoken to IK ever since they left for the hospital. Could something be wrong? Selena was always

weird, she always thought and acted older than her age demanded. “I’m sure she was upset over

something. Maybe Amanda or Solomon got her angry.” Florence tried to pacify IK. She didn’t want

anything to upset IK again, not now. “We’ll call again in the evening, I’m sure she would talk to you

then” bimbo added. IK shook his head. “She won’t” Florence and bimbo frowned. “Why? Do you have a

quarrel with her?” IK shook his head. He knew what she was doing. He knew Selena so well and he

could tell the reason why she didn’t want to speak with him. Many times, Selena had stunned him with

her actions and this was definitely one of those times. But why on earth was she freaking wise?