📚 OIL MONEY ♨️

⭕ A NIGERIAN STORY ⭕

©️ SHINA SCRIPTS 🔥

💢 #EPISODE 🔟 💢

📜 FARIDA 📜

"There's something I need to tell you." He states, letting out a very heavy sigh. I wonder what it is, though. One part of me tells me to ignore him, another one tells me to stand up and leave, the third part says to just go to the flow.

"Alright." I finally reply him as he has been looking at me expectantly.

"So uhm.about what happened in Gombe." He states and I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"I am sorry." He states. I look at him and laugh at his sorry apology.

"I have told you to stop apologizing, I'm fine. There's nothing to be sorry about."

"Yet, you're still in a sour mood."

"But we have never been all smiles with each other." I point out the fact. What a ridiculous point from him.

"Yeah, I never said we were. It just wasn't this bad." He states. I would agree with him on that but he should cut me some slack. I didn't cause anything.

"Do you even know what you are sorry about?"

"Wishing you dead" Of course, that's the only thing he sees wrong. How about all the other countless disrespectful things he has done?

"See, Farida." He says, letting out a deep breath. Wawu, so he even knows my name?

"I know I spoke out of line and I am really sorry. That was too low and I admit I went too far. Also, I disrespected you that day. I am truly sorry." This time, he has made his way to sit on the table in front of me.

"Okay." I don't know what else this man wants me to do.

"Am I forgiven? Please?" He asks and watches me, waiting for an answer.

"Yes." I state.

"Genuinely?" He asks.

"Yes." If it would help, I lift my lips in a small smile and he lets in a breath, visibly relaxing. I watch as he walks back to take his seat. As if something comes to his mind, he stands up quickly and walks towards his office cupboard to retrieve a small jewellery box.

"Hey, I got you this while thinking of apologizing to you." He hands it over to me. I would be lying if I say I am not shocked.

"Open it." I do as he says and gasp. How did he know? It's an anklet and a very beautiful one.

"This is beautiful." I state, eyeing the anklet and giving it my 1 minute of admiration.

"But this looks quite expensive." I state, still eyeing the beauty in my hands.

"You like it, you know you do. It will not kill you to admit you like it, Farida. Just take it." It's the same thing my inner mind is telling me.

"Thank you." I accept the gift because it will not be proper to refuse it. Lie lie. My inner thoughts mock me.

"You're welcome. Thanks for accepting the gift." He says.

"You're welcome." I respond.

"Can we at least be cordial with each other?" He asks, taking me by surprise. Ah! Did this man hit his head somewhere?

"By cordial, you mean? I just need to be clear." He seems taken aback by my question.

"No snide comments, no fights, no exchange of words."

"Most especially, not hurtful words." I add.

"Agreed." He says and I smile.

"You have no choice." I state as a matter of fact.

"I do, actually." He states, smirking. This man. Corky bastard.

"Suite yourself". I say to him.

"Whatever. I still don't like you." He speaks, resulting to a smirk on my end.

"Yeah. It's mutual." I state, chuckling a little. At least, the atmosphere is not tense and we have decided to maintain a cordial relationship. Hopefully, we are not at loggerheads with each other soon.

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"Balance me really quick, oil money. Your boss, that you don't like bought this piece for you?" Tamara asks and I roll my eyes.

"What did I just say?" I hiss at her question.

"Ask her o." Bukky States.

"E choke o." Tamara says, jumping on her seat.

"Who dey breeet?" Bukky joins in her madness. These two don't have sense.

"E restrict the airflow!" I hiss.

"E strangulate." The other one adds.

"You people are just mad." I state and they both start to laugh like hyenas.

"Freaking hyenas." They hear that and start making hand gestures, imitating those of hyenas.

"Two of you don't have work." I stand up to leave but they both grab me and jump on my body, laughing. I don't know when I join them in their stupidity. Well, until my stomach growled. Kai, I am hungry. I did not eat anything substantial today. Just snacks.

"Did you hyenas cook anything?" I ask them while struggling to breath in between their arms. I just pray they did.

"Ermm....did we?" Bukky asks.

"Nope, we didn't." Tamara answers and I just shake my head. I don't know how I managed to do that, though. After what felt like ages, I finally break free from the torture of being locked initially. These ladies ehn.

"I'll make spaghetti. Are you guys eating?" I ask.

"Yes o." Tamara says and Bukky nods.

"Bolognese?" Bukky asks and I roll my eyes. I clutch the throw pillow and throw it at her with as much force I could mutter, which is not much, by the way. It simply bounces off her chest as she laughs.

"Your head ni." I roll my eyes.

"Oil money, you're too serious." She replies.

"You know I was just joking." She adds and use her hands to lay emphasis.

"Ehn. And I jokingly threw the pillow." I state, accompanied with a shrug.

"But seriously this is a Chopard anklet. It costs almost a million Naira." Here we go again. I know.

"Coming from someone who is supposed to be your enemy, this is a lot. And he did not ask for anything in return? Or are you lying to us, girl?" What are these girls insinuating? I can see the questions and doubts in their eyes.

"Not everybody is like your perverted boss, Aunty." I state, rolling my eyes to the left.

"And she is defending him." I am not. In fact, I am well aware that unlike most men in that office, Mr. Bankole has never flirted with me. He seems to be the only one that has not shown any ounce, even if a little, amount of interest in me. Or is he gay? I laugh about that thought in my head because for sure, I know he isn't. I remember the pretty lady that was in his office one time like that.

"I am not. Kai, if you vex me now, I will not cook this food again. You know I kuku don't like cooking." Yeah, I don't. I majorly eat out or these my lovely friends cook. I don't mind buying all the food, though. I am paid well, compared to them and since they cook most of the food around here, I don't mind paying for the shopping. It's only on rare occasions that I cook. Don't get me wrong, I slay in the kitchen department. I am badass. I just don't like cooking. Again.

"Sorry, no vex, let me leave you." I know her remorse is fake. She is just apologizing because of the food and not because of her persistency with respect to the anklet. After cooking, I serve the food and we are all eating and are interrupted by my phone ringing.

Annoying Tobi (ANT) it reads. I hiss and don't even bother to pick. We settled our differences does not mean we have to start making phone calls or him calling me at night. Well, it's not actually night but still. Abeg, let me enjoy my food before it will enter the wrong channel. The call finally ends and I sigh in relief not missing Tamara wiggling her brows. Mumu.

The phone starts to ring again. I still don't pick and when it comes the third time, I cancel it. The both of them exchange looks and Tamara speaks up.

"Not that my opinion matters but I think you should answer that."

"Thank God you said your opinion on this doesn't matter, I'm not picking." I snap at her.

"Pele." She hisses, going back to her food. Yeah, that's what you get for unnecessary amebo.

"Chill, Farida. We are not trying to fight you or something and what you just said to her was rude, by the way. Now, what if it is an emergency?" Bukky says. As if on cue, my phone beeps and it's a message.

'Please, pick up. It's an emergency' - Annoying Tobi (ANT).

What could it be? Before I could even register anything in my head, the phone rings again and I immediately pick.

"Hello." I speak.

"Farida." He sounds like he is breathing so fast. Scratch that, he is breathing fast and the call is wavy.

"Good evening." I state, wondering what the problem might be.

"Can you meet me at Meno Premium Hospital?" He states.

"Yeah. Hope all is well." My heart is already pounding.

"Mom just got rushed here." That is all I hear for me to start rummaging for my car keys.

"I'll be there right away." Tamara rolls her eyes, looking away from me.

"What's wrong?" Bukky asks.

"Madam Yeni got rushed to the hospital." My answer gives her an 'I told you so' expression but I pay no heed to it. This is not the time for me to start feeling guilty.

"Are you guys coming with me or not?" I ask them and they both abandon their food to join me. Even though Tamara might be angry with me, I know she would help me in a heartbeat. I really don't deserve them. Truly, I am sorry for how I responded to her. So, I voice it out.

"I am sorry." I state, pouting and blinking my eyes. An attempt to look cute and sorry.

"No wahala." She smiles at me, before covering me in a hug.

"Thank you." Whatever it is, Madam just has to be fine. She cannot pack up on us like that.


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