New Creation.

NEW CREATION

THRILLER STORY.

New Creation

EPISODE 2A.


Awww!’ Hadijat gave a loud yawn as she sank into the three seater sofa and laid face flat. She buried her face into the throw pillow and began to murmur what sounded like a quick Thanksgiving prayer.

‘Halimat!’ Rofiat shouted as she flung open the door and bounced in. ‘Halimat!’ she shouted one more time.

She sat on the sofa by the left side and began to untie her shoe lace. She looked up while at it and saw Hadijat still in her prayer mood.

‘You want to start a vigil in the morning?’ She teased as she took off her shoe and relaxed back.

Hadijat sat up and let out a deep breath. ‘Thank God it’s all over’ she said, breathing into her palms.

Rofiat glanced at her and smiled. ‘You’re indeed very lucky, the Slimmy I know would not let things go like that.’

Halimat walked into the lounge from behind just as Rofiat stood up. ‘Oh! You’re back. How did it go?’ She asked, placing her hands on her waist, already switching herself to gist mode.

‘Where you go since?’ Rough answered Halimat with an irrelevant question, even when it was obvious that Halimat was coming out from her room.

‘I went to check for something in class and I returned few minutes ago’ she replied and joined Hadijat on the sofa.

On Saturday? I was expecting to come here and find breakfast already prepared’

‘I’ll start preparing rice now, we have stew already’ Halimat said.

‘I can’t wait’ Rofiat said. She stood up and straightened up her clothes and picked her shoes up. She began to proceed towards her room. ‘I’m going out now.’

‘It won’t take long, you know. The gas cooker heats up very fast’ Halimat tried to convince her, standing up to go to the kitchen.

‘Maybe I’ll come back early’ Rofiat said as she walked out of their sight.

She came back two minutes later, after adding more powder to her face and changing her shoes to a leather slippers. She was putting on her wristwatch and staring around the chairs, looking for something. She found it, her phone. She unlocked and swiped down to check the notifications.

‘Hadijat’ she called, still looking into the phone as she turned. ‘Why didn’t you bring my phone to me when it was ringing?’ She asked but got no response.

‘Mtcheew. It’s even this funny boy’ she muttered to herself as she deleted the notification and locked the screen. She turned back to the seat to see if anything was forgotten, none was. She turned back again and was about proceeding towards the door when she noticed that Hadijat was lost in thoughts and smiling sheepishly to herself. That explained the reason she didn’t answer Rofiat’s earlier question.

Rough walked closer and waved her hand across Hadijat’s face, startling the girl. ‘What the hell are you thinking about?’ She asked, giving her a contorted look. ‘I thought you were making Thanksgiving prayers some minutes ago.’

Halimat walked back into the lounge, drying her hands with a towel.

‘Nothing,’ Hadijat smiled and got up from her seat. She switched on the television socket and picked the remote before returning to her seat. Rough was still standing in the same position and staring at her awkwardly.

‘You better watch your sister. She might be developing fever too’ Rofiat warned Halimat playfully before walking out of the house.

‘How did it go?’ Halimat who was now seated asked, few seconds after Rough left.

‘Fine, wonderful’ Hadijat gave a quick glance at Halimat, flashing her teeth.

‘Fine, wonderful?’ Halimat repeated in a surprise tone.

‘Yes, it was wonderful’

‘Interesting… What made it so wonderful? I can’t imagine how an apology session could turn around to be wonderful’

‘They accepted our apologies’ Hadijat stared back into Halimat’s face, spreading out her hands and palms to add effects.

‘Is that all that happened?’ Hadijat raised her eyebrows.

‘Yes’ Halimat stressed and returned her gaze to the TV. She took the remote control by her side and increased the TV volume.

‘And you guys did not stop anywhere else?’ Halimat asked, half shouting now as the sound of the music video being aired now filled the air.

Hadijat picked the remote control again and reduced the volume. She stared at Halimat for her to repeat her question. ‘Did you guys visit any other place?’ Halimat repeated.

‘No, we didn’t. Why are you asking?’

‘It’s strange that you’re looking so happy’

‘Don’t you want me to look happy?’

‘No, not that. But I know you hate apologizing to guys, especially with your bad history of dishing out slaps to them. So I’m surprised that you’re happy after this.’

Hadijat hissed briefly. ‘The guys seem nice to me’ she began, narrowing her eyes. ‘Especially the slim one’

‘Slimmy?’

‘Yes’ Hadijat rolled her eyes and licked her lips. ‘You need to see his abs, his body perfectly defines the word sexy’

‘You’re silly’ Halimat said and got up. ‘So his abs are what makes him nice?’ She asked without waiting for a reply and walked to the kitchen.

**Three Weeks Ago**

‘Damn!’ OJ cursed and smashed the six inches block on the floor angrily. He got took out the wrap of weed from his mouth and let out a huge mold of smoke.

Two other guys were with him in the uncompleted building, each seated on the window at the perpendicular walls. Both of them also had wrap of weeds in their mouths and were dispensing huge quantities of the smoke to relief themselves of their grief.

‘The Arch Angels have really dared us and we’ve got to show them the stuff we’re made of’ OJ said as he inhaled deeply. The silence continued for some minutes until a lanky guy came joined them.

‘How far?’ OJ said. All eyes turned to the new guy, one of those seated on the windows jumped down.

‘The police have refused to release his body, not even to his parents’ the guy replied.

‘Hahaha’ OJ gave a scornful laugh. ‘Heads would roll, I swear’ he threatened with a frown on his face and puffed out some smoke again. He moved back to the wall and erected another six inches block. He sat down and took another drag.

‘Small, where were you guys when EL salam was dropped?’ OJ directed his question to the guy seated on the window opposite him

‘We were out of town to do the job for the Honorable,’ Small replied. He came down from the window, his joint had been used up already. His name was a perfect description of himself, he had a very small stature and a small bald head. Except for his face, one could take him for a young teenager judging from his body alone.

OJ was of medium height, a rigid body and a dark skin. His body clearly displayed the several benefits of using the gym. His face was rough, he was not good at smiling. Even when he tried, he always got the person he was smiling to scared.

‘You know they would not try such if we were together na,’ Small added briefly.

OJ heaved a sigh. ‘Baba would not like this at all. He’s gonna be mad when he returns,’ he said. Baba was the nick they used for the head of their cult, Screw, when conversing together. ‘What’re their names again?’

‘Slimmy, Nazaretha and Kong’ small answered him.

‘Haha, I know them. It’s okay, we shall see.’

To be continued…


Subscribe to Winsala Muses and enjoy our latest stories via emails, as soon as they drop. Also, like our Instagram page @winsala_muses.

Download our app (Winsala Muses), on Android Google Play Store today. To catch up with our latest episodes. The app is free, fast, easy, & reliable.

Zoe’s Kitchen.

Today’s episode was proudly brought to you by Zoe’s Kitchen Beads, (Experience the Difference). You can contact them on telephone via +2348178069858.


This story was written by Mike Bush of topwritersden.

All Rights Reserved.

Powered by Winsala Muses.

Please follow and like us:
error

THE FASHIONABLE UNDERGRAD: Must-Haves For Your Campus Wardrobe(1)

February 2, 2019

Short Story: 'JUST BLISS BUT MORE OF MARK.'

February 2, 2019

Leave a Reply