Chapter 7: Girls’ Gist and Blocked by Boss

Next day, sun don high before I open eye.

I no expect say cold go catch me like this.

Amina message say company people dey do dinner.

I refuse.

[All night work, my back dey pain.]

Girls group for company just dey yarn:

[Just half day off, you don dey wild, come out make we yab you!]

[You choose man over us!]

[You wicked, abeg link me with person too.]

[......]

I hold head laugh, but e pain me small.

I no suppose recommend all those novels for this group that time.

Dem mind no pure again.

Phone ping again.

Mr. Jide actually send message.

[You sick? You don take medicine?]

I wan reply sharp.

But I remember: I suppose make am sack me.

I need dey annoy am.

So I leave am hang, reply group instead.

On voice chat: "Yes na, I still fit do three hundred rounds."

Na so girls scatter for voice chat.

Every talk na pure adult matter.

I dey read dey laugh, body twist for bed.

After I laugh finish,

I open Mr. Jide chat:

[I sick, I don take medicine.]

Send fail.

He block me.

I just sit up. My heart cut—like say network just disappear for exam hall.

Who provoke am now?

My brain still dey dull, I ask Amina:

[Mr. Jide dey do dinner with una?]

Amina: [Yes, he ask if you dey come, I talk say you sick sotey you no fit stand.]

I just weak:

[He wicked sha, I dey suffer here, he block me.]

Amina: [Maybe na that voice note wey you send just now, he feel say we dey plan against am.]

Me: [?]

Amina: [That three hundred rounds one... I forget mute, I play am loud.]

Me: [......]

I bite finger, shake head. Na who send me to dey form champion for group chat? Wahala no dey finish.