Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Victoria's POV...

"Finally, I'm done!" I said to myself as I dropped the note.

I stared at the clock, three straight hours of reading my book. Government. At least I've learnt a thing or two today.

Okay now let's head to mathematics.

Question number one: if the opposite side a right angled triangle is 3 and the adjacent is 6 find the other side.

Phythagoras theorem. I know that one.

It states that the square of the hypothenus is equal to the square of the other sides which are(opposite side and adjacent side.)

Which is:HYP=ADJ+OPP(in square.)

Yes I listen in class.

Maybe.

"So the square of 3and 6 is equal to 9 and 36. Therefore, 9+36=45. And the square root of 45=..."

"Pelumi! Nibo lò wa?"(Pelumi where are you) my mum shouted.

She was fond of calling my Yoruba name.

"Mò wa n bi o."(I'm here.) I shouted back from my room.

"Come, your daddy is almost home. Ki lafè sà fun won bayi?" (What do we cook for him now?) My mum said from the sitting room.

With a sigh, I got out of bed and made my way to the sitting room.

I guess reading has to pause for a while now. Probably till nighttime or maybe tomorrow. Cos as I'm seeing question two bayi(like this) it seems hard ooo. Me and longitude and latitude aren't friends at all.

It's by grace I come out with grade B in mathematics exams.

"È jè ka sà ègusi ati amala." (Let's cook yam flour and melon soup.) I said to my mum.

"Oya lò gba owo ki o lò ra nkan tia ma fi sé."(Okay take money and buy what we would use to prepare the meal.)

I'm probably postponing reading till tomorrow. Cos when my mum uses the word We. Then it's singular, which means Me.

I'm preparing tonight's food. It's actually a good thing Cos you'd get some cash for yourself.

No, it's not stealing. I prefer the term... payment for services rendered.

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Daddy's is already home from work and has eaten his food...

Yes, I cooked and it was edible.

Even if the yam flour was slightly not done, it was still edible.

Now mum and dad are in their room gisting (hanging out). Ife has gone to her room, so has my brother, kolade. And I'm in the sitting room.

You just guess what I was doing?

Yes you are correct. I'm chatting with the monkey that is an ambassador on Wattpad.

Ambassador on Wattpad... hmmm. I should name him... AMPAD. Mixture of ambassador and Wattpad. AMPAD.

I know yes, it's lame, stupid and most of all, it's weird.

That's how I like it.

I changed his name from Unknown Wattpader to AMPAD.

Dope.

A: "Just finished watching Titanic and Lion king."

V: "What?! You're just watching that? Where have you been all these years?"

A: "Joking. I watched those since 2010. I just finished watching a movie called IT."

V:"You have that movie, I've been looking for it since...since."

A: "Wait ooo, the IT I'm talking about is horror not barbie."

V:"I know what you're talking about."

A:"So you watch horror movies."

V:"Of course."

A:"Name one."

That's easy.

V:"Annabelle."

A:"You watched that?"

V:" course."

A:"Another one."

V:"The Nun."

A:"Wait you watched this one too and you're still alive."

V:"Yes."

A:"I don't believe you. Explain."

I was in the middle of texting back how the film went when suddenly... I heard my mums room door squeak open.

Naturally, instincts would tell me to hide. But tonight, I was motionless.

My dad.

"What are you doing. Look at the time." He growled and I just sat there like a big sack of soaked rice.

"Um... I ..." I began to stammer

"Gimme that phone." He said and I handed it over.

Shit. That was a bitch move.

He stared at my Chat. Then began reading it.

Yes go ahead without my permission. Feast your eyes.

Yes, now I sound brave, but deep down, my heart is pounding. Like it's about to leave my chest and relocate.

"Who's AMPAD." He asked and I gulped

Oh, he's just a friend I met in the bus after my jamb exam.

What, you can't tell him that.

"H-he's my friend." I tried not to stammer.

Thank God he didn't push any further in asking questions.

Now focus on the main problem.

I knew it. I knew my death wouldn't be of old age or a sickness.

Goodbye cruel world.

He kept on scrolling down my chat. Then he did the worst thing ever.

He shook his head. He looked disappointed. In me.

I made him have that look in his face.

You know, that look that clearly says

Is this the daughter I trained.

What have I become. When I trace my linage, I'm a royal blood. My grandma was the kings daughter.

Now my father. Who didn't want to join in fighting for throne.

Who did everything in his power to make me as comfortable as ever.

Who is the king in our home.

Is disappointed in me.

That's the thing I hate most than not being given food.

And if no food is bad. Then this is the worst.

God please anything, I'll do. Just take away that look from his face.

"This is not what I expected from you. From my daughter. From a worker in church or even a child of God." His voice was low but you could hear the sadness

I looked down to avoid eye contact because the look he gave alone could kill.

"I'm sorry." Was the only thing I could utter.

And honestly. This was a genuine apology.

"You're sorry? For Christ sake Pelumi it's 12 in the mid night. And you are here chatting with a guy. And you'd tell me you never had a boyfriend and expect me to believe." His voice was with pure anger and it made me whimper.

This is the worst horror movie ever.

"Can you imagine this. I'm seizing the phone. Iya Pelumi." My dad called my mum.

God the case just got worse.

"Yes." Mum answered.

"See the rubbish your daughter is doing here. You see, I knew she wasn't matured enough to have a phone. Since she got introduced to that Wattpad something I knew she'd keep introducing herself to more. I'm not giving her this phone." My dad said and my mum nodded in approval.

Yes the worst of the worse has happened.

No more Wattpad.

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"Pelumi you really fall my hand." Dad sighed

It's been about an hour since we had this discussion and thank God it's already subsiding.

"I'm sorry." That's what I could utter since it began.

You dare not talk when he's upset. It's like you're talking back at him.

"It's because of Wattpad that I'm giving you this phone. And also I'm giving you a second chance." His voice was calmed this time.

Hallelujah.

"On one condition..."

This isn't going to be good.

"You will delete any of this so called social accounts. WhatsApp, Skype, Tweeter, and any other one you are on." He stated.

Crap.

"I-Okay." I collected my phone and began doing as commanded.

It's just till I'm able to enter university.

"I'm doing this for your own good. In the nearest future, you'll thank me." My dad said as I tried to comfort myself.

Of course I didn't cry. It's not the end of the world.

But it's the end of my... social life.

For now.

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Finally. It's all over. My daddy has gone back to sleep and it's already 1:34.

I charged my phone and went to ease myself in the toilet.

Getting back to my room, I saw a missed call on my phone.

Who the butt wants to put me in a bigger mess. Calling this time of the night. Morning.

I called back, reducing both my voice and my phones speaker.

"Hello?" I whispered

"Hello." The voice replied.

"Who is this?" I asked

"It's me... Ola."

Olawale. Shit. How did I erase him from my life's picture?

"Um...Hey, look I'll call you later. Maybe when the day is bright." I said to him.

"Okay." Ola replied

"Bye." I finally cut the call.

God. Why now?

Ola is calling. Which means he's probably back from school. From the university.

Okay lemme fill you in. Olawale. He is like the dopest dude I have ever met. He has been my friend since I was 5 years old. And our families has this tight tie between them.

So I go visit them and they come visit us. It's been like that for about twelve years now. Then it kinda stopped cos they moved to another location. So the visitation is reduced. But whenever Ola come for holidays, he comes to visit us with his siblings.

When I was younger, people would say we were gonna end up getting married and we would both give say Ewww as a reply.

Cos we were little.

But when I began growing, and getting more... mature. I understood.

And for about four years, I've had this huge crush on him and he doesn't even make things better. He keeps insisting that he was gonna marry me. No matter how many girls he dated or guys I'll be with, my life would end with me being his wife.

I felt it was real... until he left like a year ago and I decided to go on with my life.

Now he's back. So is the crush I have on him.

Wait what about Ayo, how did he leave the picture again.

Well to be honest, you know nothing about Ayo. For shits sake you met in a fucking bus.

You knew Ola all your life. Ayo is the bus jerk that you both had a lot in common.

That's all.

Oh God. This doesn't seem fair.

Ooo.

My life is a big mess.