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My cheating neighbour

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    MY CHEATING NEIGHBOR

     

    I was at home one day when I got a text from my neighbor who’s also my best friend.

     

    He had typed, “Busted. Pls cover me, plsssss.”

     

    The text didn’t make sense.

     

    Next thing I heard a loud knock on my door.

     

    I opened it and saw him and his girlfriend, Patience. She was holding a pant and fuming with anger.

     

    “Kings, is this yours?” She said, ignoring my greeting.

     

    I looked at him and he was blinking rapidly. His girlfriend said, “Kings, don’t look at Tunde, answer me. Is this yours?”

     

    “Emm, ahh, umm, yes, umm, it’s mine,” I stammered.

     

    Then she heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Tunde, rolled her eyes then turned to me. “Kings, so you’re cheating on Priscilla?”

     

    I was speechless.

     

    “And in my boyfriend's house. Men eh. With all due respect, please, if you want to do your dirty business, kindly do it in your house. Don’t corrupt my man for me, I beg you. And I’m highly disappointed in you.”

     

    She threw the pant at me, hissed the longest I’ve heard, and started walking back to her boyfriend's house.

     

    “Thank you. My guy, I'll explain later,” Tunde mouthed and ran after her after she screamed his name.

     

    I entered my house with the strange pant and was laughing. I threw the pant on my couch and laid down to watch Netflix and chill.

     

    A few minutes later, I heard a knock on my door. I assumed it was Tunde, probably back to explain and collect his pant. Instead, it was Priscilla, my babe.

     

    I hugged and kissed her and she sat down. I went in to get her favorite drink from my fridge, and as I came out with it, Priscilla was holding the strange pant and looking at me.

     

    “Kings, this is not my pant so whose is it?”

     

    “I can confess. It’s not mine. It’s Tunde,” I explained sharply.

     

    “Really, you think I’m a fool?”

     

    “I swear, baby, it’s not mine. I’m telling you the truth.”

     

    She carried the pant and we went to Tunde’s place together. As we knocked, Tunde and his girlfriend opened the door.

     

    My girlfriend asked Tunde, “Is this yours?”

     

    Tunde looked at me, 

     

    to be continued........

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