Sister Deborah episode 13 – 14

SISTER DEBORAH 💝💖

Episode 13
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Wednesday, which happened to be the following day, was like hell for me. I was completely messed up to the extent of having a sleepless night all through, and during the day I refused to attend lectures and remained indoors instead, soaking myself with bottles of alcoholic drinks non-stop. I ended up falling sick by the end of the day.

Thursday came and it was most likely the worst type of a hell on earth feeling than the torture I had managed to pass through on Wednesday. I soaked myself with even more bottles of hard liquor. I was restless. I couldn’t stop thinking about her — about the last unlikely incident that had transpired between us, regardless of how hard my roommates, particularly Timi and Fatai had persuaded me to cheer up often times — but I honestly could not.

I missed her terribly. I could pretend and put up a cheerful facade in front of my roommates, but my inner heart was dying in a slow but steady process each time her thoughts surfaced in my head.

On this fateful Thursday I was indoor, alone, drinking myself to stupor when Timi returned from lecture accompanied by Fatai and Divine and they caught me in the act red-handed.
“I thought we agreed on this issue, Neche. Why do you keep repeating it over and over again!” Divine wasted no time to snatch the bottles of alcohol from me and put them aside, annoyed. Timi was frowning and Fatai’s facial expression was unreadable.
“What do you want me to do?” I hiccupped, partially intoxicated. “I have tried enough.”
“Do you want to kill yourself?” Divine questioned back. “I know itʼs been hard and I know you’ve tried but all she needs is some time. You need to give her some time to think things through. With time, I believe everything would be alright, I promise.”
“For how long Divine, for how long?” I felt my voice crack, almost subtly into a whisper.
“Time would tell soon. You have to be strong.” She encouraged me.

“Besides,” Timi chipped in, “we have a surprise for you.”
I averted my gaze to him, “a surprise?”
“Close your eyes!” Divine smiled at me, and before I could question her statement, her hands found their way to my eyes, blindfolding me.

“What’s happening?” I was puzzled by their gestures and sudden behavior. I heard the door open and then lady-like footsteps walked in, after which the door closed back again.

“Open his eyes!” Timi said to Divine.
Unfolding her hands from my eyes, the first sight my gaze fell upon was the perfect stature of a feminine figure standing next to me, smiling sadly. She looked more pale and thinner than the last time I saw her, regardless of how well dressed she appeared in a yellow mini gown that suited her skin color. She looked darker than usual, and her eye-lines seemed dimmer too.

She was staring back at me, still wearing a sad, unhappy smile. I was lost for words seeing her standing right before my eyes, after what had transpired between us.
“Let us give them some space.” Timi announced and without hesitating, Divine and Fatai followed him out of the room. We were left alone — just the two of us, staring intently at each other, utterly lost for words.
“Deborah…” I muttered her name, almost in a whisper.

“Neche…” She muttered in a whisper-like manner too, never taking her eyes away from mine.

“Iʼve missed you.” I stated genuinely, glaring avidly at her. Rather than saying anything in response, Deborah simply walked towards the bed I was sitting on and sat next to me, looking away.

“Neche I have wronged you beyond measure, I don’t even know where to begin,” She fiddled with her fingers nervously as she spoke. “I feel very guilty for not believing you. I shouldʼve trusted you all along. Iʼm very sorry.”

Her words sounded truthful and genuine, like they were from the innermost depth of her heart. I knew she felt guilt plastered all over her conscience and she was truly sorry, so I felt compelled to comfort her.
“It is okay,” I assured her, holding onto her hand. “I forgive you.”
“Are you serious?”
“More than serious!”
She smiled and pulled me into a tight hug instantly. I could hear her sniffing as we hugged tighter. I pulled out of the hug and wiped her face with my thumb.

“Stop crying please. Itʼs okay, alright?”
She nodded in response, wiping her face as well.
“Do you really forgive me?”
I nodded affirmatively. She smiled and sq££zed my hand tightly with an avid gaze on my eyes, and lips.

“Can I k-iss you?”………………..

SISTER DEBORAH💝💖

Episode 14

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“Can I kiss you?”
Those words reverberated through my ears and sent shivers down my spine, literally. I could sense the passion in her voice and the immense desire in her eyes.
“Can I?” Deborah repeated, tilting her face closer to mine. I tilted my face close to hers and closed the gap between us, barely inches apart.
Unluckily for us, that was when the door banged open and Hakeem barged in to ruin the whole moment. Deborah shifted away from me and adjusted herself properly.
“Ha!!” Hakeem exclaimed with shock and utmost surprise. “I shouldʼve knocked. Ejor ėma binu o!” He pleaded in his native dialect, which means “Please donʼt be offended.”

“No, itʼs okay,” Deborah spoke up. “I was just about leaving now.”
She stood to her feet and picked up her purse from the bed, then turned to face me.
“Neche, can you see me off?”
“Sure.”
I followed after her and as I was about exiting the room, Hakeem patted me from behind and whispered into my ear: “I saw what you both were doing though. I hope sey you hold protection?”

“You dey craze!” I laughed and closed the door behind me. Deborah crossed her arm over my shoulder as we continued walking.
“So I didnʼt kiss you.” She looked up to me, smiling. I wasn’t sure what to say so she continued talking.
“Iʼll be bored and alone when I get home soon. I donʼt want to feel too lonely.”
“What about your aunt?”
“Sheʼs a business woman, and my niece has gone to school. I wish you could come over though.”

“For real?” I glared at her, surprised.
“Yeah.” She affirmed, smiling sheepishly. “Iʼd like to cook something for you to ease my guilt a bit, and you don’t have a choice. You must come.”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Iʼm sure.”
We soon got to the junction out of the hostel’s gate where we chartered a taxi heading out of campus. In less than 15 minutes, we arrived at the estate where Deborah’s aunt’s apartment was situated, and we then walked the remaining distance to the place.

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On getting into the apartment, the first thing to hit our bodies was a freezing atmosphere as cold as snow. It was literally freezing cold.
“Oh my God!” Deborah panicked frantically towards a certain remote control on the table. “I forgot to switch off the A.C!”
She clicked on the remote and opened the curtains of the windows, and gradually the temperature returned to normal. She then slumped on the couch behind her and sighed exasperatedly, and I was forced to laugh out loudly.

“Whatʼs funny?” Deborah faced me.
“Your face.”
“Pardon?”
“Your face.” I repeated.
“My face?”
“You should have seen your face while you were panicking. Your face was very funny.” I burst into laughter again. Deborah threw a pillow at me but I dodged it and caught it mid-air. I flung it back and like a bullet, it landed directly at her face. She screamed loudly.

“Neche I would kill you. I swear!”
I ignored her playful threat and simply laughed as I joined her on the couch where she was sitting. She punched my arm the moment I settled next to her.
“You are very wicked.”
“You started it first.”
“And so? You don’t even know how to treat a lady. You are not romantic at all.”

I simply laughed at her words.
“You are laughing at me?” She retorted with a frown. “In fact, for that pillow you threw at me, let me give you my punishment now.”
“And what could that be, your royal highness?” I cleverly teased her.
“I want you to carry me from here to my room on your back.”

Before I could utter any word, Deborah dragged me up to my feet as she stood on the couch and jumped on my back. She pinched my ears repeatedly as she directed me towards her room.
I hadn’t seen this playful side of Deborah before and it was rare. I was excited to see her happy and joyful regardless of her tragic health condition. It was exciting to see her merry and full of life — and it was even much more heart-warming to know that she felt that way just because of me.
When we eventually got to the room, Deborah got off from my back with a cheerful smile. She looked very happy and beautiful, too.

“I want to change clothes, so . . .”
“So?” I urged her on.
“So if you don’t mind, do excuse me.”
“Okay,” I agreed and turned to leave.
“Before you go, come and help me with this,” she turned her back to me as she faced a mirror and pointed to the zip on her gown behind. I approached her and for some reason I felt my palms becoming sweaty and I became nervous.

She was watching me from the mirror and I stared back at her as I pulled the zip down, slowly and gently. My gaze averted to her bare skin showing from the zipper, revealing her brassiere. Her skin was perfectly toned and fair, and my eyes averted to the top of her cleavage that showed a bit of her bosoms through the bra.
“What are you looking at?”
That statement immediately caught me off-guard. She turned and faced my direction properly. I was unable to talk.

“I asked a question, young man.” She repeated, advancing closer to me. We were barely inches apart. I could feel the heat of the tension at the close rate of proximity we shared. My heart was beating two beats faster than normal. Our eyes were intertwined deeply into each other’s stares as we locked gazes.

The next thing I knew, I found my hands fondling and caressing her face obliviously. Our lips merged together in a slow, French-like k-iss motion. It soon increased pace as the passion ignited into a much more heated k-iss.
I carried her in the process and gently dropped her on the bed while the passion ignited intensely. I took off my shirt and flung it away, and I helped Deborah take off her gown, leaving her clad only in a bum-short and a b’ra.

She wrapped her hands and legs around me as I caressed her bosoms, moaning softly in-between k-isses. I slowly unhooked her bra and threw it too, after which I expertly took off my jean as well at the same time.
“Do you want us to do this?” I asked, in a bid to confirm her consent.
Deborah nodded with affirmation.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She k-issed my cheek in response. “I want to do it with you. It is you that I love and my heart belongs to you. But please be gentle with me, Iʼm a virgin.”

“I promise you I’ll be as gentle as a dove.” I assured her wholeheartedly, and she kissed me intensely with a go ahead.
In about 15 minutes time, the deed was done. We made pure love till the point that we lay exhausted on the bed. The sheet was stained with sweat, body fluids and blood.
We cleaned up the mess after resting properly for a while, had a shower together, dressed back into our clothes and changed the sheets.

Deborah’s niece soon returned from school and we were fortunate enough that she didn’t intrude during our love making moment. It was already late in the afternoon, almost getting to the evening period. Deborah accompanied me out of the compound to the junction. She invited me for a church programme during our discussion along the way, which was scheduled to be a night vigil, and I promised her Iʼd attend unfailingly.
I soon returned to campus and got back to my hostel to finish up some important assignments. In the process of doing this, two hours passed by.

I eventually rounded up my work and intended to prepare for Deborah’s church programme when I received a text from an unknown number stating:
“If u know what is best for u, you better rush down to the campus field now.”

I read the text message again and tried dialling the number it came from, but it reported switched off.
At that same moment, the door banged open and Hakeem rushed inside, accompanied by Timi and Fatai.
“Chineche are you still here!?” Hakeem shouted the moment he entered.
“Guys wetin happen? What’s the matter?” I became frightened and alarmed.
“So you haven’t heard?” Fatai shouted back.
“Is there a problem? You guys should talk naa. Youʼre scaring me o!”
“Na Deborah o! Na Deborah ooo!!!” Hakeem raised his hands above his head as he ran out of the room immediately………

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