TEMI {MINE} Episode 1 | Story Of True Love & Crime

TEMI {MINE} Episode 1
Story Of Love & Crime

This is a complete work of fiction, any resemblance with anyone dead or alive or occurrence is a pure coincidence. No part of this work can be copied, reproduced or sold without the consent of the author. Anthony Temiloluwa Kenny (Saintkenz) .
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TEMI {MINE} Episode 1

It was 7pm already in the city of Abeokuta, and though the night was matured enough to alter it darkness, but then something was just not right. It was 7pm! For christ sake and the whole street of Pansheke was already desolated. Pansheke area of Abeokuta has been one of the of most busy area, especially with the loud turn out of chunk of students who ramble along the road, and the local market who found the gloomy time as the best time to market their wares.

But now, it was just 7pm and not even a trace of student could be picked or atom of the market women could be seen. Even the trekkers & the commercial vehicles had al gone into extinction. Only the chirp of obviously the birds or the likes could be heard. The skies had given up on the stars & the moon which also born the trace of tiny little cloud. It was a totally weird occurrence at Pansheke that evening.

Meanwhile, at the cross-section of the street, laid a very beautiful and well decorated magnific building . The building with contemporary deco was surrounded with a massive enclosure big enough to be mistaken for Stamford bridge. From the gate towards the house laid a fully adorned lawn with well cultivated and mowed grass on the right and left flank leaving a small passage but broad enough to contain a moving vehicle. The house was a duplex with 10 rooms on the upper floor and a wide sitting room downstairs to greet any visitor. Also, the sitting room contained 2 toilet situated @ right side of it. With a dinning table and chairs siting somewhere in the siting room. LG flat screen stayed glued to d wall facing the entrance with a well-arranged set of home theatre laid consciously on the floor below the flat screen.

“Please dont do this,” Dr Banji whimpered as audible his gut could allow him. He knelt on the floor with his back and shoulder forming a crooked shape, and his head tilted upward revealing hot tears dripping heavily from his eyes with his two palms staying glued to each other like someone praying or pleading vigorously. Notwisthanding, Dr. Banji was doing both to the unknown masked man pointing a black automatic to Derick.

“It is already done doc!” The unknown masked man groaned with a kind of husky voice sending more waves of shivers to run race through Banji’s and his son–Dreick’s spine.
“But who are you, & what do you want?” Banji wailed ” You see I’ve got a lot of money you can take away, just don’t do this please!”

Banji again confessed hoping the masked man would succumb, but instead the masked man turned to face Banji with the automatic grasping it more tightly and positioning at Banji’s forehead.

“You want to know Meeee”? The masked man brusquely voiced but still stressed each word especially the “me” part. “Fine!” He continued, “I am your doom! I am the doom you caused on yourself. I am the curse you bestowed on yourself, You’v had enough chance to re-write your fate but you never did. Your myopic mind was already consumed by vanities. Now it so unfortunate but inevitable you will die as a bereaved, with nobody to hold your hand nd nobody to survive you” the masked man spilled, wavering his head in a gesture that depict the humane part of him.

He advanced closely to Banji who had started too pee, while his eyes stayed glued to the man. He could see the macho heavily bestowed on the masked man, coupled with his heftiness and tallness. Also, the strength he reared could easily swop him for a wrestler judging from his athletic body.

“So y oou are the dddoom, the curse?” Banji stuttered, maintaining eyes contact with his doom, subconsciously avoiding Derick, that was gagged down also secreting large volume of salty fluid by his sweat gland through the pores in his skin.

“Yes! I am your doom, I am your curse!”

“POOOOWWW!!”

The blare sound from the automatic filtered into the air and immediately Derick dropped Dead!

“Deeeeeeerrrickkk!!! Noooooo!!!” Banji shrieked, motioned towards his dead son and grasping him with a ton of pain overwhelming him. He couldn’t imagine the image of his son lying lifelessly on his own pool of blood.

“I swear I would get back to you evil son of a bitch!” He cursed, positioning his left index finger towards the masked man. However, the masked man only shook his head simultaneously with a pinch of sympathy obviously on masked face. He then advanced towards the exit of the siting room, when he got to the opening of the exit, he stood for some secs and altered his last 8 words which dropped like a bombshell “EXPECT THIS SAME TIME SAME DAY NEXT YEAR—– December 25!”

“Ring Riing Rinnnng” A Nokia lumia blared out the incoming call totally disrupting the silence and jolting up from his nightmare.

“So it was just a dream” Banji voiced out with perspiration pouring off his brow. He was concerned with his dream, and that made him totally oblivious of the strident sound of call notification rendered by his lumia.

However, his subconscious mind vanished when his phone cried out the fourth time, Banji’s head quickly swayed to the flank side where he placed his lumia. It was an unregistered number.

“And who the hell could be calling by the dead of the niqht” he thought, before raising face to check his wall clock.

“12:15″ he muttered,

“hello”

“Yes, hello sir,” the caller responded. “I’m sorry am I up to Derick Olabanji Daniel’s father sir”

“Ohh Yes. And who ammm I I I tta talking with?” Banji stuttered, jolting his back up, moving it away from pillow with eyes furrowed, an action that made him look like he was ready to receive his death penalty.

Though the caller’s voice sounded a deep innocent, notwisthanding he could still sense a kind of greatly hidden form of despair in the caller’s tone.

“Okay sir, what happened was that Derick & I were sleeping sir and all of a sudden I heard a loud cry which actually woke me up, and before I knew it DDdderick……,’ he paused for like secs searching for the best euphemism to present the next word he was about to drop.

“What happend to Derick” Banji voiced coldly but gentle enough to kill his shaky tone, sweat was running all over his body and hand already vibrating like when Nokia 3310 vibrates when set on vibration, his hand still glued to his ear exactly how a plasma television was asked to hug the wall.

“Derick is Dead sir!! The caller eventually dropped the fours words like atomic bomb plaintively.

TEMI {MINE} Episode 1
TO BE CONTINUED ……

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