A Side Chic Story.....Contd

Can you believe this Nigga (pardon my french), see me see question oo, O! razz thou art loose. All the sensitive places in her body that had risen in joy by just being close to this interesting young man had suddenly turned to nerve, O! she was sore vexed, she couldn't do anything about it because this was her year of emotional maturity, so she sat there like a zombie, plastered a smile on her face while thinking of the right way to deal with this.

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Timilehin knew he was headed for trouble but this girl is his kinda girl, I mean the crazy girl (yeah she cray!) won't stop yapping but she is damn funny, loves football and the her body is banging. Okay not that banging but she's got the right fat and all she needs is a trainer and Voila! that body will be banging. 

He just found himself texting her, calling her, she got to him in that sort of crazy way that nobody has, the weyrey girl could be narrating how a rat and a roach were fighting and he would still want to hear how the ridiculous story panned out.

Conversing with his friend, Jay a couple of days after his sister's wedding, Jay said, "Tee, no be the same Kemi wey wash Paulo for front of Cafeteria that day ??!, Timilehin snorted and replied, "Guy, forget that one, Aswear I no mean am, I no know as i dey dial the babe number", One thing is for certain, she knows what she wants, she seem like those sort of girls.

Despite not being the right thing, Timilehin began to hang out more and more with Kemi and the experience was beautiful, no hassle, no argument even on the day when he wanted to have another bottle of big stout for the road, Naturally, his girlfriend, Aminat would have given him the history of how an extra bottle of Lacasera killed a guy on their street *rme*. His conscience kept knocking, this is not him, it's not fair on the babe he promised to love that he keeps thinking about Kemi. 

Sitting in Timilehin's car, reality dawning on them, he had just told her about Aminat and had asked her the question that had been burning in his heart:

"Kemi so tell me, where is 'we' heading to?" He didn't expect the response he got, the girl is making jest of the whole situation, I mean she is smiling. How can she do that?

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Kemi Fijabi still had the plastered smile while trying to make light of the whole situation, she gotta give it to God, he has given her yet another gift that helps her escape most challenging situation, Humor. 

You see, Kemi does not like confrontation and the best way to deal with it is to make jest of it.
Now she can hear herself say "So I am that babe your girlfriend keeps praying against, the one that will come and share her boo's attention and probably take him away", "She is prayerful", Timilehin interrupted, *ghen ghen, she says, "I remember a Yoruba movie I saw of how the girlfriend prayed, God answered and the other girl ran mad........ Chai!, don't you think I'll be that girl?" she asked Timi

You can never be the other girl, he replied taking her hands into his, all the while staring into her beautiful brown eyes. Awwwn! and like a flash the romantic tension in the car could start a forest fire and Kemi knew looking into his devilish eyes that if he attempts to kiss her, like a burning candle, she'll melt..........................