𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

~~ 4. ~~

"Are you a gay Demmy?" Mrs Grace, his grandmother asked.

          He suppressed a laugh. Some of his friends always asked the same question. But those that knew him very well knows he was not. "I'm not a gay gram."

"But I have never seen you with a girl." She said with curiosity hoping to hear a good reply.

           He shrugged. "How about Yimika?"

         The women looked at each other and sighed.

"Yimika was your friend." His grandmother said.

"She was more than a friend Grams and you know that." He retorted.

"That's a long time ago. She already left you." His mother tried to say calmly.

"Well, I'm not thinking about that either. I have a girlfriend now."

"Then why have we not seen her? I can't remember seeing you with any other girl except that girl Yimika." His grandmother emphasized.

"Grandma, I grew up trying to survive and to make a living. And now, I am too busy to have time for a girl. And most of the ladies want my time which I can't give." He said quietly picking on his food. "But I have a girlfriend. She is just also busy like me."

            He hated to lie to them but he was already getting tired of the conversation and the only way to let them off his track was to lie.

              He looked at his grandmother and mother. His grandmother seemed to have believed him or probably let the matter dies as she had looked away and taken a magazine that she had brought to the dining with her. He saw her shake her head and she opened the book in her hand and began to go through the content. But it was different in the case of his mother. She didn't look like she believe him. Because she was still staring his way with a kind of look that he couldn't explain. And she stared at him in a way he can't explain. He could swear he had never seen his mother look at him like that ever before.

              He knew she didn't believe him. The disappointment and hurt were obvious on her face and she finally looked away when he locked eyes with her.

               He had to do something to please her. He started working his brain, thinking of ways and what he could do to make them believe him and get off his back. Most especially his mom.

              But deep down, he also felt guilty for lying and hurting her. But the deed had been done.

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          Demilade picked up his bag and car keys. He walked out of the house after giving the house help an instruction. He went to the side of his black Lexus. His driver wasn't in his position in the garage waiting for him to take the key and drive him to his office.

             He was never late. The man was the definition of punctual. And it was one of the reasons he was his favourite driver.

             He sighed angrily and went to the gatemen's house, a one-bedroom apartment that was beside the main gate.

           He met Jubril, his gate man and Rahman, his security man discussing some political issues. They quickly got up to greet him immediately they saw him.

"Morning. Where is Mr Bamidele?" He asked immediately.

           His workers knew him to be straightforward. He hates to beat around the bush. The young man was always straight to business. No time to waste was his motto.