Chapter 7: Musa, the Fine Boy, Arrives

Bullet comments burst:

[Wuhu! Male lead don land! Supporting babe go fall for am, then target main girl, end up dey suffer from both men.]

[Funniest: this male lead, Musa, na pure-blood succubus, na him supporting babe family pick as contract partner. Love triangle set!]

[So main couple na… family matter? Na real life o.]

People online dey shout, dey laugh. If dem fit buy popcorn, story go sweet pass Netflix.

So, na only main girl be ordinary person for this world?

I dey wonder say, na only Halima pure for this our circle. Everybody else get small wahala for blood.

But as I remember bullet comments say if I mess with her, wahala go land, I maintain distance.

I warn myself, "No go find trouble. Na main character dey last pass."

I help Halima up.

I hold her hand, check say she no wound, but na that her fine perfume dey enter my nose.

Then I look up—omo, Musa fine die.

If you see Musa, e body set. E face clean, e beard connect, e eye dey shine like say angels dey do makeup. Cologne dey follow am like breeze for December.

Six foot two, body like Captain America, waist like wolfdog.

Dem suppose dey use am do billboard for new bank. My own tail dey wag, dey hide, dey do like e dey innocent.

If I get tail, e for dey wag dig ground.

My inside dey giggle. Wetin dey happen for this Lagos? Fine boy full everywhere.

How Halima dey chop this kind life? She no fit share small?

Na question I dey ask God every day.

Bad thoughts full my head.

I dey reason say, "Ifeoma, focus. Wahala dey your front."

I nearly shout, “Abeg, fit call you husband?”

My mouth dey sharp, but my brain dey say, "Keep quiet."

Before I fit, angry shout blast behind me:

Obiora voice blast everywhere. E be like thunder. Everybody freeze.

“Ifeoma!”

“You no know who be your husband?”

“Now now—remove your hand!”

Na so I freeze, hand jump back, my mind dey pray.