FROM GONGOLA WITH LOVE(3)

It was a dinner party organized by The Boss(SSG) to celebrate His Excellency, the Governor's victory at the Election Petitions Tribunal. The Guest House was abuzz with the Who is Who in Gongola State. 

Three Hiace busses had been sent to the State University to fetch Slay-Queens as escorts for the dignitaries who usually do not need their Social media/Television-addicted wives for these kinds of gatherings. 

It was more of a political gathering since almost all the vehicles parked outside carried a GHY, GGSG, or GGHA registration (plate number). A loud chorus of fake laughter keeps coming from the corner where the Governor sat with his main guys. 

The Boss had asked Hadiza to be his date for the night. She couldn't say no to the anticipation of another dollar rain. Hon. Musa had traveled to represent the Speaker of the House at an event in far away Donga Local Govt. Area, so he wasn't going to be a problem tonight. 

The Boss was beside the Governor when someone asked why nobody was dancing to the party jamz banging on the huge speakers mounted near the poolside. The Boss immediately jumped up and started trying to wind the waist again. 🕺🕺

As he stepped out to the dancefloor, the Governor joined him, and so did all the other politicians hanging around the swimming pool. One Commissioner shouted at the Slay-Queens who were busy taking selfies and recording videos of themselves and the exotic drinks on their tables...📱 "Drop those phones immediately and all come on the dancefloor". He said. 

The girls were being snatched by men like souvenirs at a Jalingo wedding reception. 🤣

Some men even grabbed two, in case one thought of playing the usual "period" card. 

The Governor and SSG were competing on the dancefloor, digging up some old moves as they danced to Tuface's IMPLICATION. 🎵🎶🔊🔉🎼

Then the Governor stopped dancing immediately, he saw something. "Call that girl for me", he said. 

The Boss froze with his hands still in the air 🕺. 

The girl was Hadiza. 😢

Hadiza appeared in a tight, skimpy, cleavage-baring, short, silky dress. All the men forgot they were with other ladies, instinctively stopped dancing, and gazed in Hadiza's direction. The other girls became jealous. 😠

The short, tight dress traced every curve on her young voluptuous body. 

She had emerged from the guest room, where she was lying to Peter(on the phone) who had traveled with his boss Musa, that she was in bed and would like to start sleeping immediately as she suffered a migraine. Peter told her to get well soon. 

Peter didn't travel with Hon. Musa, he lied. He was up to something. 🤔

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"What's your name, and where are your broken wings? You must be an Angel from above" H.E. flirted while resting his meaty hand on her huge backside. 

"Hadiza", she answered, staring at The Boss inquisitively. 

"Don't be looking at vultures when the eagle has chosen you", H.E. fired a shot. 🙆‍♂️

Hadiza smiled as he planted a kiss on her exposed cleavage. "Let's sit down, I'm not dancing again. Getting too old for this". He said. 

"Dr. #Katapwa, tell your boys to fetch my Angel here the most expensive bottle of wine in the house", he ordered his SSG. The Boss was trying to speak but no sound was made. He had taken an overdose of Viagra just 20mins ago. He turned to the boys and vented, "Go to the refrigerator in my bedroom and bring a bottle of the vintage wine inside".

Without any further delay, H.E. had started "touching tins". 🙄 Hadiza wanted to cry because of the look on The Boss's face. He looked like he had diarrhea. Sweating. 

"Don't worry, we will drink the wine inside". He said as he dragged his Angel through the crowd and towards the house. 

Hon. Musa decided to come back to Yola tonight because he got wind of this party. No politician would want to miss such a gathering. Hadiza's phone was off. Peter wasn't taking calls. 🤔

He went straight home to change and head to the venue to groove with his people. 

He missed the sight of a car that was parked outside his gate. He used his key to go in through the guest wing since it was already late. And as he flung open the door, he saw them, naked, on the rug.... Peter was right on top of Nafisa, his wife. 

He didn't feel the iPhone slipping from his grasp until it hit the floor. He followed the phone to the floor and he passed out right there beside it. Fainted! 

TO BE CONTINUED... 

#FICTION 

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