📚 OIL MONEY ♨️

⭕ A NIGERIAN STORY ⭕

©️ SHINA SCRIPTS 🔥

💢 #EPISODE 5️⃣ 💢

📜 TOBI 📜

With her small frame, she is still a trouble maker. Very stubborn. Chuckling to myself, I round up the driveway and park when I reach my destination.

"Good evening, sir." Musa greets while sliding the gate. He is the gateman.

"Musa, good evening. How are you?" I ask him.

Once I am at the entrance, I ring the doorbell. The maid comes to answer, taking the small gift pack off my hands.

"Uncle Tobi, good evening." She greets.

"Good evening, how are you?" I ask with a smile.

"Fine, sir." She soon leaves me, sitting and waiting for my mom to arrive. I feel a tap on my shoulders and I turn to a smiling face.

"Good evening, ma." I genuflected, smiling. She reaches out to hug me. Sweet mother.

"Let us wait for the last person." Last person? As if on cue, the doorbell rings and the maid rushes to open it.

"Farida, dear. Good evening." Why is she here? My exact question mirrored on her face but she just keeps shut.

"Good evening, ma. Good evening, Mr. Bankole." I nod my head at her greeting. See her, she does not even look like someone who was making a scene under the rain. This Farida!

"So, I called you both here because of the forthcoming business convention organized by the Association of Petroleum Products Distributors in Nigeria (APPDIN)." She finally speaks when we are all settled.

"I will be contesting for the association's President. Anyway, you both are travelling with me." She just dropped a bomb. Why does Miss. Lawal have to travel with us?

"Alright, ma. Any other thing?" She asks.

"Yes, its in two weeks and in Gombe." She informs us. At the mention of Gombe, Miss. Lawal squints her eyes. I wonder why.

We discuss some other things like preparation for the trip, what is expected of the both of us going with her, people to stand in for us while we are away and lastly, plans regarding accommodation. When we are done, she stands up, ready to leave.

"I guess you haven't had dinner, Farida. Wait behind, dear." All these sweetness towards her is annoying me. First of all, there are other staff who are way senior to her in rank. Why should she be sent there?

"I'll just go home, ma. My friends must have prepared something." Better! She should know her place is not here.

"Nonsense!" Mom dismisses her excuse with a wave of her hand.

"Oh, did I make it sound like I was asking? I wasn't, dear. You're eating here. I already had Grace prepare dinner for four people."

"Mom, she could just go to her house, instead." I finally voice out my annoyance. The response to my suggestion is a glare thrown my way.

"Let us go." Mom turns her back and starts walking towards the dining room. When the door closes behind her, I turn to look at the reason behind my annoyance.

"Why can't you just go to your house? You do not have to eat here. Stop the pretense, Miss. Lawal." The spite in her eyes shone.

"Excuse me, if I can remember clearly, and to be sure my memories are not failing me, this is not your house. So, your opinion does not matter, sir."

"I just knew all your excuses and supposed good behaviour were pretense."

"Are you seriously being petty because of food? In fact, I am leaving. Enjoy and be sure to tell Madam the exact reason I left. The moment she turns, I do not even look back. I don't feel bad. She can sort herself out. I just don't like the amount of sweetness mom accords to her.

"Where is Farida?" That's the first thing I am welcomed to when I enter the dining room.

"She is not here." Seyitan, my younger sister just looks at me and shakes her head.

"Aunty Farida was around?" Her eyes are as wide as saucers. It's obvious the girl adores her.

"Where did she go?"

"I told her to leave." I state calmly.

"You did what?" Mom asks, pissed.

"I told her to leave. She will sort herself out." I repeat.

"Tobi, that is bad manners. I did not train you to treat women that way. Call her now, else dont come to my house till you learn manners. That was too much."

"I don't have her contact." She slides her phone towards me, displaying her details. Even if I did, I don't want to call her. Reluctantly, I pick up the phone to dial her number.

"Drop my phone. Call her now and use your phone, you this disrespectful man." Na wa o. Just because of Farida, I have received all sort of harsh words in a short period of time.

I sigh, before dialing her number on my phone before walking away from where they are.

"Hello, see stop calling me, Tabitha. I don't want anything to do with that family." She hisses. There is always something wrong with this one.

"Hold up. I am not Tabitha."

"Who are you, then?"

"It's Tobi Bankole."

"What do you want from me, sir?" Her voice reeked of sarcasm, especially the end of her question.

"Have you left the premises?"

"Yes, I have. I want to go and have dinner at my place."

"You can come back here." I hear the low hiss.

"And receive insult from you? No, sir." I know she did not accord me the 'sir' title due to respect but sarcasm instead.

"Look, I don't want you here, either. It's your madam that requested your presence." The phone is yanked off my hand.

"You this disrespectful boy." She closes the speaker to glare at me before taking her hands off the speaker. When did she even get here?

"Farida, I invited you for dinner and you left?" She activated the handsfree option.

"No, ma. I'm sorry. It's not like that."

"It's like how? Oya, start driving back. I want to see you here in the next ten minutes." There is no room for arguments or excuses.

"Yes, ma." The call is ended from her side.

"You won't be having any diner till she is here." I don't understand what the fuss is all about. I don't even argue. Nodding my head, I head back to the sitting room with the two apples in a plate. I guess these will be my dinner till she arrives which shouldn't be long.

Her Royal Highness, Aunty Farida Lawal finally arrived, brushing past me without even say anything. Once I am done with the second apple, I join them for diner.

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"You should have seen him and the lady that day." Joan won't let me live that day. She has been informing our friends about the other day she came to see me at my office.

"Don't mind her, there's nothing to see." I shrug it off. Joan has been implying what is not even there.

"Okay. I know what I saw." She adjusts her shades, looking at me as every other person here bursts into laughter. To be honest, I don't find this funny at all.

"This Tobi that is not a serious person, you guys should have seen how he was forming 'oga'."

"Oya, it's okay."

There is something about her that I just could not figure out. My mind slips back to the anklet she always has on. The sight of it is a beauty to behold but the owner is one hell of a woman. I simply don't like her and she doesn't fail to show her distaste towards me.

If she had been a sloppy worker, I would have gotten rid of her a long time ago but Miss. Lawal is basically the best I have seen in that work position of hers. She is excellent and I would admit that mom was not exaggerating when she spoke about her prior to my resumption. She is good. I'll give her that.

"Where is the celebrant sef?" Toju questions.

"Still on his way, I guess." Daniel answers.

"He is already here." Sam answers for himself, laughing. On his arms, as usual, another arm candy. Sam is basically a playboy with the one woman a time rule. He doesn't sleep with the same woman twice and he has been like that since we matured. There is no heartbreak story behind this, I guess he is just wired in that direction. Not that I have not had my own fair share of women, I just don't fancy the idea of having as many body counts as he does.

P.S: I am not judging.

I don't know what makes my gaze goes downstairs but when it does, it settles on a group of ladies who have stolen the club's attention with their dancing. I'm not talking about the usual twerk that some females now do in place of knowing how to dance.

Fascinated, I adjust my chair to get a better view of them but as they turn to do a move, Miss. Lawal's face. What? So, she dances too?

Interesting!


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