The Devil Who Loved Me ~Episode 37

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​The next two days were the best days of my life, Jafar and I cruised around car in his Benz, it was the most popular gist in town, the former VP candidate was dating a cultist. I didn’t care about it, with Jafar I found the satisfaction that I had been craving for. We straffed everywhere we could, in his car, in his kitchen (with door locked)…in our private bush path… The cult killings had stopped, students were trooping back to school in thousands. Even Toun had informed me that she was coming back soon. Hearing the gist about Eli’s death had accelerated her getting better. My bags were packed, I was ready for Lagos, but wanted to go through Sagamu, so I can say hello to my Cousins before I zoom. 
Jafar planned to drop me off at Ilisan. The guys in the house told me they would miss me…I knew they were talking about my food. I looked at the house as we stepped out, even with all the horrors; I was going to miss the house. I was going to go to Lagos and when I come back, I would plan how my life was going to be with Jafar. I couldn’t be with him all the time, but I hoped to share the best times with him. 
There were also unverified reports on how the school was going to organize snap elections in which I was the favorite to lead to win. I was looking forward to the rest of my life with anticipation. I was wearing my favorite short white gown, while Jafar was wearing a white shirt combined with a blue trouser. I thought we looked debonair together. With my bags packed in his booth, we started the trip. 
Me: don’t play all those your sorrowful songs o…don’t you have anyone that is dance-hall? 
Jafar: they are not sorrowful jor, they make more sense.. I was reacting to the Evanescence “my immortal” that was playing out of his speakers.. 
Me: you don’t have Timaya or Terry G? 
Jafar: Nope…let’s play Asa? 
Me: you are now talking!
 We had passed by the Main-campus, with Asa’s amazing voice filling the air.. 
Me: will this your Confra thing ever be over? Jafar looked at me, once again I didn’t know what he was thinking until he blurted the words out…
 Jafar : Yes.. 
Me: when… He smiled, he usually did that when he expected us to stop that particular conversation..
 Jafar: what will you bring for me on your way back?
 Me: apart from food stuffs and colorful boxers….what else do you want?
 Jafar: you won’t tell anybody?
 Me: No…
 Jafar : Golden morn…plenty.. 
Me: Awww…my baby…
 Jafar: oya, ya isa! 
Me: what is ‘ya isa’?
 Jafar: its enough..
 Me: should I add Cerelac to it? We both laughed… 
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Jafar: just come back on time…don’t let me miss you. We were flagged down by some road side cops before Ago-iwoye’s first bridge. Two police with their worn out rifles stood at each side of the car. Jafar wound down his glass, I did same to mine… 
Jafar: Oga goodmorning… 
Police officer: goodmorning, where una dey go? The other Police officer leaned over my glass, he was staring at his phone and his partner at intervals as the other interviewed Jafar. 
Jafar: Ilishan 
Police officer: lemme see your papers.. I was getting infuriated, policemen were among the most corrupt people I had ever common across, I suspected they wanted money and were just stalking. While Jafar got the papers, I turned my head to take chewing gums from the bag I had at the back seat when I heard Jafar say “f–k!” I turned to see what had startled him, only to see that the Police man at Jafar’s side had stepped back and corked his gun, ready to fire at him. Jafar swerved to the right, knocking the police man to my right before stepping hard on the accelerator.. 
Jafar: They are death squads! 
Me: oh my God.. The policemen started firing, shattering the car glass…we kept moving with top speed. I turned back to see if we were being followed but we weren’t. Just when I had thought things were normal!.. 
Me: who sent them?…. He didn’t answer me, that was when I noticed the car was moving awkwardly…
 Me: Jafar what is wrong? He tried to smile but couldn’t…beads of sweat collected on top of his brows. Immediately I knew something was wrong. He tried to keep driving but he couldn’t, the car slowed down…his turned to the right, squinting his eyes.. I reached over to him, his head slowly slumped against the steering. That was when I saw it. His back was soaked in blood, about five darker spots showed where the bullets had pierced him. His leather seat was filled with blood… 
Me: baby! baby! what do I do…tell me…what do I do! He tried to talk but blood gushed out of his mouth…so he just smiled…a sad smile…. I came down from the car, went to his side, and pushed him with all my might to the other seat. My gown was smeared with blood..
 Me: don’t die…you dare not die on me… I kept repeating those words as I turned back and drove towards ago… Few minutes later he fell across his seat to my laps..i carried his head up with my right hand but there was no use, he came crashing down the same way…Then I knew without being told… Jafar was dead. [
 To be continued