Diary of a heartbroken hustler part2
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Diary Of A Heart BrokenHustler (Part 2) [The End]

*********phone rings*****

“Hello Bae” I said as I answered the call.

“You still coming?” She asked

“For sure I replied” As I smiled to myself.

“Will be waiting babe, just be fast”

I quickly terminated the call and went back into the shower that was already dripping down with warm water. It wasn’t long before I was set and ready to go have the best of nights in a very unknown location.

 

******************Next few minutes*******************

I was set for the night in a very tushed up apparel. I carefully locked up the windows and the door before finding my way out of the estate. I looked around and no sign of any form of transportation for me, then I decided to do what was needed. I picked up my phone and dialed the number of my favorite taxi guys that lives around the neighborhood.

“Bro how far” I asked when he picked up his call

“You still dey around make you come pick me?”

There a positive response from him and I waited just a bit before I saw him come around.

“Obalende” I told him as I hopped in and made myself comfortable. I brought out my phone  and fiddled with it while we navigated our way to Obalende.

“Stop me at the closet bank” I requested from the driver.

‘No probs my Oga” He replied. That word Oga got me so emotional. I had been a young kid that no one cared about. I had struggled my way to land my first job despite finishing school at a bright age and time. Life is a struggle, and when I looked back and saw some of my mates that were already swimming in money, I knew that I had to double up my hustle. I couldn’t steal, I couldn’t kidnap rich people, but I know exactly the idea of using what I have to get what I want. I stopped by at a new generation bank and made way for the ATM, while my driver provided security for me. I decided to check out my account balance, and I couldn’t just believe my eyes.

Imagine for a guy who had been hustling and taking up various jobs just to buy various things in the house, having more money than he could ever imagine. I quickly withdrew about 50 thousand and made way back into the car.

“Let’s go” I informed the driver who ignited the car and off we were. We continued the journey till we approached Obalende.

“Just wait, make I call who wan pick me” I told the driver

‘You be boss na, anything wey you say I go do” He responded.

“Hahaha” I giggled and made the call. Few minutes later, a guy came around with a car and asked me to enter.

‘Why?” I asked surprised

“She said I should pick you up” He responded. I looked at the driver that brought me here and the one that was about driving me and inhaled loudly. The driver that brought me to that junction gave me a “do your wish” sign. I quickly paid him off before entering reluctantly into the car.

I am a hustler and I was willing to take any risk just to survive. I have been through a lot and the pressure was already getting to me. I had money, but I couldn’t call it mine. I took some few minutes to recap my life history while inside the car. I was still in thoughts, when the driver informed me that we had arrived the destination.

“Is this madam Juliet’s house” I asked him quietly. He smiled and looked at me

“Any problems?”

“No” I replied shaking my head horizontally.

“Follow me” He said as he led me through the stairs of the building. We finally got into the gigantic building and I sat on the sofa inside the parlor. I was served a drink by that man, which I rejected on the basis that I don’t take alcohol. I wish he knew that my second name in the university then was Crocodile.

It wasn’t long before I saw something that made my heart jump into my stomach. An elderly man in his 60’s I presumed approached me while I was seated, and I immediately stood up to greet.

‘Her father?” I questioned myself. I kept calm and didn’t want to show how scared I was. I looked around trying to find possible escape routes that would serve as an emergency exit. I stood up to greet him.

“Don’t worry, have your seat” He politely told me as he went over to his own chair. I was carefully anticipating every move and regretted coming out so late for such a meeting. He was staring at me in a manner that made me quite uncomfortable. I resisted eye contacts with me, as I made sure we never had any of them again. The silence was becoming unbearable coupled with the way he was looking at me.

“I came to see my boss” I said on purpose in other to break the silence.

“You came to see your boss?” He asked in a sarcastically manner. At this point I was confused on whether to tell him a yes or a no. I knew all the illegal thing I and madam Juliet had done, so it was a nightmare knowing the correct answer to give to him.

“Yes! I came to see my boss” I replied trying to make myself look confident. Few minutes later, Madam Juliet appeared from inside the house, tying a sexy towel as I lusted over her laps. I knew the taste of those laps, but the present condition wouldn’t allow me to gush over it just well.

She walked closer and gave me a peck on my cheek right in front right there in the presence of the man.

“It is him I told you about” Madam Juliet said to the man.

“Oh nice, he already told me” The man responded. Deep down my heart I was praying that this shouldn’t be the case of Madam Grace and the bald hair oga Paul.

“So tell him why you came” Madam Juliet directed me

“What?” I said with my mouth agape. I looked at the man and Madam Juliet surprised and was left confused like a woman who was asked to boil and fry specified eggs.

“Tell him why you came na” She repeated again.

“You asked me to come Ma” I responded like a little boy who was caught stealing.

“Come to do what?” She interrogated further. I was not only surprised but was confused by the reason she was asking such questions.

I looked at the man and around the house, to know what would become of my miserable self, when I finally confess that I actually came to have sex. I was as weak as a man who just finished 5 rounds of sex, and didn’t just know what to do. I bent my head and starred downwards, because looking at them got me confused the more.

Finally, the man broke the silence with words that pierced my soul like a hot knife to butter…

“So I heard you came to …”

To Be Continued!!

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21 comments

  1. Where is the other episodes ooooo

  2. Where are the other episodes ooooo

  3. My wife is on my neck to know what happens next…. Please where areb5he next episodes already?

  4. My wife is on my neck to know what happens next…. Please where are the next episodes already?

  5. Thanks for the follow-up. Next episodes please.

  6. Nice job, BiafraBushBoy. Following this blog religiously.

    This is Ftboy

  7. wow dix tori na d atomic bomb

  8. Abeg update faster oo. This is making brain.

  9. The write-up make wise, buh u too slow. Try to dey update faster abeq.

  10. You have done very well in putting this piece of write up for people like us to read. I really commend you fo the time and effort put together. More strength to your elbow. #tumps up@biafrabushboy.

  11. Badt guy. Am loving this.

  12. Nice one bro. Ride on

  13. Karma.is a bitch. Lol. Serves him right.

  14. Wow! The tale brought tears to my eyes. Very touching yet a good lesson to the youth to deceit from acts capable to lure one into a grave danger.

    Good write up. A job well done.

  15. please can you help me with the part one of the diary of a heart broken Hustler. I have read two of your stories and I must confess that you are simply out of this world. kindly oblige my request as I would really like to read the part one before reading the part two.

    Thanks

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