Mummy Joy stood outside the door, wrapped in a white towel, her phone glowing in her hand.
The message arrived again.
“Open the door. We need to talk.”
My hands were shaking.
This was exactly the kind of situation that destroys lives.
I stayed silent.
A few seconds later another message came.
“Relax. I’m not here to cause trouble.”
I still didn’t move.
After nearly a minute, I heard her sigh.
Then her voice came softly through the door.
“You’re more scared than I thought.”
I finally replied through the door.
“What do you want?”
There was a brief pause.
Then she laughed.
“The same thing I’ve wanted since the day I noticed you spying on me.”
My stomach tightened.
“Please go back inside,” I said.
“No.”
Another silence.
Then her tone changed completely.
“Listen carefully. I know you left those boxers there on purpose. I know you were watching. And I know you’ve been curious about me for months.”
“That’s not true.”
“Maybe,” she said. “But if we’re both honest, we’ve been playing a dangerous game.”
At that moment a sound came from her apartment.
A door opening.
Both of us froze.
“Daddy Kola?” she whispered.
Footsteps echoed in the compound.
Without warning she hurried away from my door and disappeared around the corner.
Seconds later Bro Kola appeared outside, rubbing his eyes.
He looked around the compound suspiciously.
My heart nearly exploded.
Had he seen her?
Had he followed her?
He stood there for a long moment before finally returning inside.
The compound became quiet again.
A new message arrived.
“That was close.”
Then another.
“This ends tonight.”
I stared at the screen.
