Erotic Stories: Diary of a Local Prostitute – Season 1

The night had run a bit too fast, one minute the moon had been watching over with her silvery smile and the next the sun was striking her in anger.

Naomi yawned and slid out of bed. Her eyes went to the clock and she rushed towards the bathroom, she was late for the lunch date, how could she sleep that long?

 

‘Mum? Where are you’? she rushed towards the living room.

‘I am here Naomi, where are you off to? You seem to be in a hurry’ the woman asked.

Naomi was fully dressed in a midi black gown, hair well packed and fully made up, was she going on a date with the pastor?

‘The lunch date with the Agu family’ she replied.

‘Why the rush? Have you prayed this morning? Have you spoken to him about the dream? I have a bad feeling that something terrible would happen today. Please stay home let us pray together Naomi. I had this same feeling when your father left for work, I begged him to stay home but he refused and had an accident later’ tears welled up in her eyes.

 

‘Mum, you worry too much, I’ll have time for prayers once I am back, I won’t stay too long and I wouldn’t have an accident. I love you mother, I promise I would return alive’ she kissed the mother and was about to leave when she halted her with another question.

 

‘Did you tell Andikan about this lunch date? Did he approve’? her mother asked.

 

‘Mum? I don’t have to tell him everything. Just stop worrying’ she sighed and left. Her mother was so entrapped in fear and she prayed inwardly for her to overcome it.

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‘Be with her Lord Jesus’ the woman silently prayed.

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He’d rushed his father to the hospital as soon as possible, the man was now alright, it had been a cardiac arrest, though a mild one.

 

‘How are you feeling now father’? he strode into the room with a stethoscope.

‘Fine’ the old man replied and turned his face away, Andikan had to do as he’d said.

 

‘Are you still angry with me father? I am sorry I walked out on you’ Andikan sat at the edge of the bed.

 

‘Apology accepted but you still have to do what is right; you have to do what is necessary, I have not forgotten that, I am no fool Andikan; I am older than you and I know what is best. Nneka Agu is the woman for you’ the man restarted the unfinished discourse.

 

‘Dad? Let’s not do this, we’ll talk about this when we get home, okay?’ Andikan was amazed at the old man’s persistence.

‘Dr. Please I need to see you urgently’ someone rapped on the door.

 

‘Okay father, stay strong, I’ll be back’ he patted the old man and left.

Then he suddenly remembered them, the two young women and the man he’d operated upon, he had not seen her in the hospital, he hoped she’d gotten the drugs he’d prescribed for her. He would check on her once he was done attending to the nurse who’d called him.

 

‘Good morning Dr.’ the young nurse greeted.

‘Morning Miss Rose, any problem’? Andikan asked.

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‘Yes sir, a very big one’ she replied.

 

‘Tell me’ he beckoned her with his hands.

‘A patient is missing, the one you operated upon yesterday, he is missing and we cannot find the women that brought him here’ she explained.

‘Missing? That’s strange, do you have their phone numbers? Anything on their profile? How did they leave? Were where the nurses? The security men?’ Andikan was shocked. The man wasn’t healed, his wounds were still fresh and they’d taken him away?

 

‘I am sorry sir’ the young woman apologized.

‘This isn’t happening, it’s like some movie’ Andikan heaved a sigh; then he remembered the dream he had about the young lady, why was she on the run? Who was after her?

 

‘Here’s the patient’s file sir’ the nurse handed him a file.

 

‘Izuchukwu Brenard, Thirty-two years, Single, phone number…this isn’t complete, who did the documentation’? Andikan was slightly pissed. They had not taken down the patient’s address of next of kin.

 

‘Maybe we could check with the account officer, he may have something’ She suggested.

‘He better do’ Andikan hissed. A successful surgery wasn’t a guarantee that the patient would live, it’s the care after surgery that mattered. He wondered if she even knew the right dosage of the drugs he’d given to her. This was strange, all so strange.

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