What do you want? Now, I am curious.
It was just business for him. He never took it personal. So even when they called him all sort of unpleasant things, Professor Bumju simply went by what he had to do.They cannot stop the truth from showing up. This was his mantra, within his heart. It helped him up whenever he did hit rock bottom, emotionally.. After all, in the end, he was only human. And having to be stigmatized as an omen of bad news did rub him off in some ways.Though what could be care? As far as he did his work well. As far as the ones who had Systems were wary of him, then he was fine. It was a form of power that capitalized on the fear of his presence. Something that he was sure if he had a system, he would never ha eyasted it. He heaved as he stomached the saucy tongue of Leslie. He’d just gone out from the audience of the man in charge of the Research Facility belonging to the Bureau, some where in Africa. It was not one that he would term as ideal based on how Monsieur Dayo kept in persisting on being a
“This is fun!” Lekan could not help but agree.The sort trickle of laughter from Favor as she ran into the restaurant was enough to warm his heart. It was like having Blessing, all over.. And in many ways than it, it brought a smile to him.There was Blessing who was always around for him. If not for her, he would have had a very boring existence. Not that he cared about it, but so long as he had his father then, there was no normal for him.It was always about his father, rambling about why he was doing poorly in school. For heaven’s sake, Lekan chose Science just to satisfy his old man who was late now. And even at that, the old man was never satisfied. Almost everything he did at home, when back from the holidays seemed to get to him. This further implemented an ideology that he had to do nothing engaging in the house. Certainly nothing that consisted of fun. With Blessing in the picture, that changed.Now, with Favor in the picture, the sense of danger that has covered him sinc
Favor held the door, waiting for him to get inside. As he took his time, Lekan used his right hand to smack her head, playfully.She grimaced at him, baring out her teeth but that was all she did. Until he was inside already.It was one thing to go out with her, it was another thing to smack her head. Especially, in a place as public as this. She seethed over it, thinking within her heart about what she was going to do to him. At least, about what he just did to her.Though, she knew she could not be so drastic about it. After all, for someone who she just met in some hours back, he was pretty much handling her bills in this place. The money they used to get to the hospital, which she handled initially, Lekan took over the repayment once they got the card. His card. Now, he had paid for the Uber travel. And already, she knew that this bill of the rsturant would be on him. She smiled at this. He was some brother she never had. Or Perhaps, she watched his back with careful eyes, the
He could care less. Some people did not deserve to be alive on this earth. Boxing rage filled the entirety of Lekan ss heart as his body continue to ram down heavy blows on the man.Favor was dumbfounded. So was the security guard who was with her. They were not the only ones as the people inside the resultant all got up all immediately. The instant clicks of phone cameras started to click out along side with the flashes of light from the cameras. There was no stopping them. The chatter in the diner screamed to the heights again. It was but a matter of time before they find themselves on the internet. That is, if the people are not already live streaming them already.GBOW!“You bastard!” Lekan growled as he continued to deal blows.BLOW!PUNCH!GBAM!!THWWAFK!!The sounds of each smack down brought the attention of even those who were without the restaurant. They instantly brought out their phones like flash of lightning, taking media coverage of the beatdown. In a short second late
“Huh?” Favor gasped as her eyes widened to the new reality around her. Lekan was startled as well. He squeezed his face as he took a cursory look about. He was back in the house that belonged to Dr May. It wa startling to say the least. The only person that had this type of power was Astella. At least, to his best of knowledge. BATHUMP!His heart doubled in its heat.Was Astella around?“Ha!” He gasped out again, looking about.He turned a quick one around just now, hoping against hope that he could find her. Just something around here that said that Astella was around.That she was alive.Something that told him that she survived.“B-but I don’t understand.” He stammered. “I saw her limbs get chopped off. How is it that she is able to still…l“Lekan?” Favor called to him how.Likewise, she had a face that told of how much she was worried . Her eyebrows were lifted up but squeezed just at the point between her two eyes. Something was not right.No matter how she looked at it. It was
“Like who exactly are you and why is there so much bad luck following you?” She blasted out. Bad luck?The words stung the back of his throat as he heard them. The throat dried up instantly, overtaken by a raspy sensation. His heart skipped a beat once again. The rushing of blood in his ears deadening the sounds of everything else about.He heaved. In all his time so far, he'd be tagged different names. Different identities, usually by his loving father. None that mattered to him. This time, it hit different. The same girl whom he'd been so worried about. The same one he'd been bothered about while they were at the hoisywl.And all she could say about was that he was bad luck?He could almost hear the faint chuckle of Amihan at the back of his head. Which was weird. In fact, the whole of today had been weird. Still, none of that explained how it was possible to hear Amihan in the back of his head. Without the Sub Space being opend. He sighed. Anger surging through his entire bod
“W-what?” Lekan exhaled deeply, shutting his eyes at the sight of the Mr Awopegba.How was this man always popping up at places where he least expected him? Granted that he had no means to contact him, so he should be happy that he was always popping up.Usually with something useful to him. Something which would either be useful to him now or be of great importance to him of later times.However, that did not explain how he was always knowing the time to show up. The exact time, actually. He frowned when he realized that he had no idea when the lawyer popped up in front of him.It was one thing to think of the timeliness of the Lawyer; it was another thing to think about how very frustrated he had been. What if this was someone who had bad intentions towards him? The moment when the person notices he was completely off guard would have been the moment he would have struck. He heaved, again. Thankfully, the lawyer did not fit that category. At least not yet.“Hm!” he grunted at t
“How are you Lekan?” The lawyer asked again.Lekan paused just after he stepped into the house.Now, something was not adding up anymore. He was sure lawyer Awopegba had asked that question I totally. And he responded to it.What was up with hearing it again?Was there more to it than met the eye?He grimaced, slightly turning his head over his shoulder. His eyes met the staring gaze of Awopegba and for a minute, both of them were locked in each eye.Lekan broke it shortly after as he turned away. One step forward and he headed to the dining table. It felt better to go there rather than to the sitting couches in the room. Something about being comfortable in them. After all, when he came to himself in the first place, he found himself there. Not on those couches.The lawyer followed after him, leaving Favor to attend to the door. Her face was filed with questions. She wanted to know a lot of what was going on. The way they looked at each other and they way they communicated with one