She laughed… then she reached into the pocket of her nightgown and pulled out my black bọxers.
“You have a very good taste, Femi,” she said, stepping closer to me. “But you made one big mistake. By playing this little game, you have invited me in. And now, you are going to do exactly what I say.”
“What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice cracking.She took another step closer, raised my black boxers and slowly wiped it across my face.
“My husband is a good man,” she whispered, her eyes staring deep into mine. “But he is boring… Every night, it’s prayer, prayer, prayer. I need something fresh. I need excitement. And you, Femi… you are going to give it to me.”
“Ah! God forbid!” I blurted out, shaking my head aggressively. “Bro Kola is like an elder brother to me! I can never do such a thing to him! Please leave my room before…”
Before I could finish my sentence, something happened that made my soul almost leave my body.
Hurried footsteps echoed in the compound, someone was walking straight toward my flat.
Then came a loud, aggressive knock on my door.
GBAM! GBAM! GBAM!
“Femi! Femi! Are you awake?!” It was Bro Kola’s voice. He sounded panicked and angry.
Mummy Joy’s eyes went wide in fear, she looked at the door, then looked at me. The fearless woman from two seconds ago was suddenly shaking like a leaf.
“Femi, please open this door right now! Have you seen my wife?!” Bro Kola shouted from outside, aggressively shaking my door handle.
If I opened the door, he would find his wife in my room, in the dark, wearing only a nightgown!
My life was officially over.
To be continued…
PARTE 2 : I always see my neighbor’s wife putting her hand inside her skirt, hiding and sniffing my boxers anytime I dry my boxers on the general rope.
