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Good morning lovely people. I know it's been awhile here and I truly apologize for the silence.

I have a story ongoing on Dreame. You remember I mentioned I had a spy story idea once. Yes, it's currently being actualized in Dreame and you would love it. It's free over there

It's a story of love and courage to dare the impossible. It's laced with suspense and thrills. The title is "The Shadow of Sleep"
I'll drop the link here because I know you would love to read it. Thank you.
Love y'all🤗😍🥰

THE SHADOW OF SLEEP THE SHADOW OF SLEEP When everything comes crashing around Florence and the world is in jeopardy and peril. Will she be able to help save the world and her family? THE SHADOW OF SLEEP ©2025 Oko Miracle Chioma Do not take credit, and do not copy or repost this story without the author’s consent....

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What is Chika, Gozie and Kehinde?
That they should kill him.

Joshua wept on his bed. His cries soon turned to groanings and muffled sounds. His heart felt hot as if it were boiling and so heavy that he wondered if he would suffocate but he knew it wasn't possible. People did not die from crying.

His life instead felt like he was drowning. He was suffocating.

His muffled cries were not because anyone could hear him in his house. He lived alone. It was a force of habit he had developed over the years to hide his broken heart.

He shouldn't disturb others when they are asleep. That was what he thought as a teenager 12 years ago and still living in his parent's home. Nurse Gloria might enter his room and see him crying. They might ask him what was going on.

Yet now he was alone and no one to disturb or even hear him, he still could not cry out loud while his heart and whole existence felt so wrong. Why had he been born?

The people he trusted above every other person. His childhood friends. He laughed with them. He joked with them. They grew up together.

These people had ruined his life and gone ahead to live a wealthy life themselves. He had been conditioned for life..ruined. He ran when someone extended a hand of friendship. He couldn't socialize anymore; he couldn't love anymore; he saw every act like a conspiracy and always read meanings behind every smile and every word. His attitude got him nowhere in his career and life. He was always neglected. None had him in favour or good graces. He was stuck both in life and career; worse, he couldn't change because they were just like the stripes of a zebra. Could you change a Zebra?

“A voice said “yes” “

He didn't mistake it; God had spoken to him to comfort him.

Had he not listened to every sermon on forgiveness while praying silently that God’s vengeance should rest on his childhood friends. Yes. It should.

Joshua was full of love until that fateful year when he turned 15 years old.

“Happy birthday, Joshua” He saw in his classmate group on WhatsApp. They had designed a poster where he wore a light blue polo and his cargo pants on white sneakers with his wide grin as usual, his hands fitted into the pocket. He had on a smartwatch his Daddy gave him.

He had won the most social person of the term in the previous term. It had been a hustle between giving him the senior prefect or social prefect this term. Some said he was too intelligent and his social skills would promote the school better, so he should be given the senior prefect while others said he was too kind to uphold discipline. He would be too lax with students.

Discipline meant punishing offenders—people who came late to school and others who misbehaved. He would forgive them on the go, so the social prefect suited him better.

It was a serious argument that year, but ultimately he became the senior prefect.

He had over 100 messages of goodwill to reply. “Thank you," he kept sending. Gifts flooded in from both the teachers and students. Not one person could say anything bad about Joshua. Was it his generosity? Anyways, some said he was generous to a fault.

His parents threw him a birthday party which was celebrated at his school, Goshen International School.

He couldn't wait to go out in the evening of that day with Chika and the others. The people he could be more open with. He shared almost all his secrets with these three people.

They sat sipping chilled wine after they had a plate of Jellof rice, catfish soup, and so many other delicacies he had ordered for his friends. Gozie suggested they should swim. They should not visit the newly established resort without experiencing all the benefits.

They navigated the swimming pool area. This was around 7 pm. Some people were loitering around. Some were on the table drinking with loud music blasting. It was dark except for the neon light at the far end of the compound and the half-moon that adored the earth.

He meant to watch his friends swim as they knew he couldn't swim. Standing at the edge of the swimming pool. He felt a force push him into the water.

The more he tried to speak, the more he drank water. Chika stood grinning at him and he could hear laughter all around him.

If he could just grasp something–anything. There is no way there could be nothing to hold.

So this was how he was going to die at the hands of his brothers.

•••

“Ahh..” He opened his mouth to tell his parents what had happened. With each attempt, it felt like he had swallowed a frog and might die– until he couldn't attempt anymore.

“Change my school,” he managed to say. The famous Joshua. Goshen International School was synonymous with Joshua.

And days later,

“He doesn't see his friends anymore. He doesn't go out anymore. He doesn't talk anymore. This is not Joshua, my boy”

“You don't expect him to be the same after what he went through,” His mother countered.

He might have been the same if it were strangers that..
Joshua’s eyes became teary as he looked through the windows of his room trying to see which among the roofs of the buildings in the neighborhood belonged to Kehinde.

•••
The next morning he dressed up to go to work–A 27-year-old man who cried almost every day at night.

Looking through his drawer to get his car keys, he saw a book he had casually thrown in there some weeks ago.

He rummaged through the pages and decided to read a few of the pages before leaving and he got to the point where it read,

“Love your enemies, Bless them..and pray for them who despitefully use you” (Matt 5:44)

He didn't know when he started crying.

“I bless Chika, Gozie, and Kehinde” He murmured, and immediately his heart felt loosened, and he felt like a new chapter had just been opened. He felt light.

Going into the office. Miranda greeted him. The one person who hadn't ceased to give him pleasantries he never exchanged, said “ What a fine morning today, Good morning, Joshua.”

“Morning Miranda. It's so nice seeing you”.
She stopped abruptly on her walk to glance at him.

Joshua could sense she knew something was different about him this morning. She did need to wonder; God had quite turned a Zebra into something else.

And the YouTube video he saw his colleague watching said, What happened in the past was a different version of you. You can't let the past to hold you back from the new version now.

“What is it?” Dr Michael turned around, shocked to see Joshua peeping into his video.

“I'm a new person,” Joshua said and walked away.

Did he see right? Was that Joshua smiling?

WHOSE OWN AM I? ©2025 Oko Miracle Chioma

“Mum- -my” I heard shrieks
“Darling” My husband called and I could hear the feet of several people rushing into the sitting room. I tried to keep my eyes open but could not. I was slipping away.

Ebubechukwu, I called in my mind. Ebube, my love. My son. How old is he? I tried to grapple with that. He is turning 30 soon. No, I cannot die. For Ebube, I must live. I will find a way. I pleaded.

•••

What will you do now? Adaeze asked.

I sat in her parlor with red-rimmed eyes. I had my third miscarriage since seven years of marriage in between trying to take in.

I and Emeka had been to the doctors several times, and they said nothing was wrong. At each time, they prescribed one new drug or another.

Emeka would often hold me and say, “God's time is the best,” trying his best to smile, and then I would hear him groan later in his prayer closet.

How many years will I keep waiting on God? Is it not obvious that he didn't care if he did exist at all?

If he existed at all, he ought to have shown mercy to Emeka. There was no one I knew that was as devoted, trusting, and committed to him as Emeka.

That was one of the reasons I had fallen in love with him; he exulted so much peace, love, and charisma, and look at us seven years down the line, while other couples had three to four children running around them.

He still held on to that one piece he was always with.

I like to think rationally; I wouldn't spend my time without a child while I knew there were other ways I could get one.

“How about that place you suggested that we should go?” I mumbled in between sobs to Adaeze.

“Dibia Omunwa,” She replied as if she had been waiting for me. She had not even asked, “Where?”

“Yes, Dibia Omunwa. When can we go?”

“Anytime you are ready.”

That week, I was so stealth, I kept avoiding my husband's gaze, and when he asked that we should attend the three days church convention, I refused. While he was at convention, I and Adaeze were on our way to Dibia Omunwa.

And finally saw Dibia Omunwa’s scary shrine. I was so out of my wits that I thought it was a vision. I didn't know the worst visions were to come. It seemed like I closed my eyes and

opened them, and here I was at his place. Like I had not journeyed miles to be there. I quickly composed myself as I tried not to look at the old shrivelled face even as Adaku explained what brought us.

“You will have a child” He said calmly.
My heart leapt for joy and Adaeze patted me on my shoulders “ But”..He continued.
But what?I suddenly became afraid and could look nowhere else but his twinkling eyes.

“But he will be ours when he is 30 years old”

“Wha-t d-o yo-u me..” I didn't know when I began to stammer.

“He will be dead when he is 30 years old”

I rose up on my feet. I didn't mistake it; the old man looked like a snake before Adaeze blocked my view, trying to hold me back from leaving the makeshift shrine full of skulls. “Do you want to be barren all your life?” “Are you not tired of the insults?” "Do you want to pass up this opportunity?”

My brain remembered the insults I receive from Mrs. Nkechi, who just married two years ago, and the q***r looks I get even from people I call my friends.

I sat back on the wooden stool and tried to negotiate

"Can the child be 60 years old before..”

A thunderous “No” came from the place the old snake sat.

“Okay, I accept” I wept while Adaeze held me in embrace.

I was silent throughout my journey home. I could not bring myself to eat that night, and the next day that my husband came back, I could not tolerate the joy written all over him.

He said, a word had been spoken over our situation and that we would have a son that year.

And truly, I conceived but that was the fiercest pregnancy I had ever carried. I saw snakes in my dream and sometimes felt like I was drowning while standing in our garage.

Emeka would come running either in my dreams or in reality to rescue me. I would hear words like “ _ _you promised, Lord” just before I came back to myself.

When the baby was born, he quickly named him “Ebubechukwu” meaning God's glory.

Over the years, I could not bring myself to tell him that it was not God that gave the baby. I was certain because if it were the God he served, he would have given us the baby before Dibia Omunwa pronounced that I was going to have a baby.

Each year Ebube grew was another year of distress for me. I sat with tears and sadness each time Emeka sent him bible verses and birthday prayers and sat all night praying for our only child.

His 25th birthday was the toughest for me. The celebrant couldn't help noticing when he came home from college that I was slimmer and sickly. It got worse when his Daddy told him that I

hardly ate a morsel each day for the past two years. What he forgot to tell him too, or maybe didn't wish to, was that I was hardly myself. I was a completely different person; I soliloquized often and was hardly around, and yes, I had stopped attending church altogether.

Why would I when I had a pressing issue at hand? It was only people that had plenty of time in their hands or at their disposal that sat about singing, dancing, and making merriment like they do most times in the church. Mine was to ensure that my heartbeat, what made me smile each

day I remembered him was going to be here while I still remained and kept thriving even when I was gone.
I couldn't imagine life without my son. It were better I were gone than him.

I had searched far and wide, entered various shrines, and paid enormous amounts of money just to have Ebubechukwu’s fate reversed but to no avail.
It was said that I had agreed and an agreement had to be kept.

What I sought now was an exchange. Let him live in exchange for me.

"Mummy, what are you thinking?” He came close and held my right hand, which held the kitchen knife suspended in air. I was cutting the watermelon when my mind slipped away.

What was I thinking?

“Ebube, you must marry next month” I suddenly blurted. If I were to die, I would love to see him with his wife and even children.

"Mummy,” He gasped.

"You are not getting any younger.” I said forcefully “You are my only child. I want to see my grandchildren.”

He cringed. I feel it was from the realization that he had grown to an age where marriage expectations were valid and real, just like how I felt at the age of 23, but theirs were not always as hurried as females are.

“I will pray about it.”

The excuse they always give. I will pray about it.

“After prayers, make sure next month you bring a bride home." I left the kitchen hurriedly to the bathroom to wash away the tears already gathering on my eyelids.

•••

“Loose her!!” I could hear the commanding voice of my husband while neighbors ran round in the sitting room.

That evening, while I narrated everything to my husband and how I was supposed to die a day after Ebubechukwu's birthday per exchange agreement, which the native doctor had not deemed to keep his bargain and wanted me earlier probably to take Ebube too.

He said,

My dear readers, come close. I want to whisper it into your ears.

“All belongs to God; the devil only seeks to take that which belongs to God.”

From that day on, I started setting my heart aright with God. I belong to God. I am Faith.

PRINCESS PATIENCE ©2024 Oko Miracle Chioma

Do not take credit, and do not copy or repost this story without the author’s consent.📌

Love could mean pushing me out of the train so I can see, letting me out of the airplane in flight so I can fly, and calling me to you so I can rest—Oko Miracle Chioma.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN( THE END)

“I must have this money,” I said into the dark as I looked at one pretty mansion near my home. “Even if it means doing bad things." I said it with tears and heaviness of heart. My heart was so heavy that day because I had been insulted because of my dress.

But I didn't think I had it in me. I wish I had that zealousness to pursue wealth and money. Mine only comes at those intervals when I’m insulted or hungry, even when I think of my father, after which it dissipates like a fast-moving cloudy sky.

Most times, I try to grasp it: “Come back, come back. I need you if I must make money for myself and my family.”

I need not go back to this story again because you’ve heard of how I kept seeing Ngozi and her friends, and this motivation became constant.

Now, I have the money. Some would say through connection, but Ademi was more than a connection—it was far beyond connection. It was a bond. It feels so dreamy when I think about it. 15 years have passed since then, but I still see his muscular jaw, his smile, and most especially his faith and love. It feels like he never left.

Walking into Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles with Ademi's sister was the strangest feeling I have ever known. I would say stepping into the United States was like leaving planet Earth for some other planet. Two different worlds inside our world, but the most part was to see that there were hotels in hospitals. A large room that could contain 10 beds and a little more was upstairs with amenities one wouldn't even find in some classy hotels in Nigeria. If I didn't know, I would think Ademi was staying in a hotel.

Ademi's sister went to the lobby, where she stood looking out over the city, admiring the skylines and skyscrapers. I don't think she was doing that; it was me the previous day in my hotel when I should have been sleeping after the long journey. I think she left to give us some privacy.

"Ademi,” I rushed excitedly to the sofa bed. I could have been and may be seen to be someone narrating their vacation experience of just a day because it felt that way in America, only to be confronted with the grim reality.

He was sitting up on the sofa, not with much ease. He had machines connected to his body. I think even some that penetrated his flesh. It was all hidden in the sheet he covered himself with. Despite this, he smiled—that wide grin I always knew him with.

What was I doing? I hadn't come to make the atmosphere more depressing for him. I tried wiping my face. I removed my hands from his chin to do that, but I seemed to rise in crescendo. My heart felt squeezed, and I couldn't breathe properly even as I bowed my face down.

“Come here,” his gentle yet strained voice said.

I shifted closer, careful not to injure him. I sat to his left. He brought my temple to his. I could see he was struggling. Struggling to withhold his tears.

I declined to go back to my hotel when Ademi's sister came to get me. She instead opted to bring in my luggage, which I was grateful for.

I talked to him about so many things. I had a lot to tell him, keeping the bad ones like my near-rape event from spilling. I watched as he smiled and nodded. I didn't begrudge him his taciturnity. He added a few words to the discussion when he felt up to it.

My discussion was mostly about church, and therefore God was in every aspect of it, and in the evening when the nurses and doctors attended to him and left. I couldn't hold myself anymore as I sat on another sofa in the room.

“Ademi, you had no right to be sick. Ademi, please get well. You know I love you.” This was the first time I was declaring my love for him.

He was so weak from the ministrations of the physicians that he smiled and in no time slept off.

My visit that was slanted for 2 days gradually turned into 3 and 5 days, but it was a success.

I brought the beam into his life before I left because he accepted Christ. The joy is unquantifiable even as I write this story. A month later, I heard Ademi had gone over to meet Christ. My love is there with Christ, as I have another one here to walk the earth with.

Now I ask if I was prodded to be impatient because there was a need for me to meet Ademi.

There was also a need to save him. I wasn't impatient because of lack of money but an urgent need that heaven couldn't wait to throw me in.

Heads on, Princess Patience.

My husband Ebuka is calling. I have to go now.

History of Princess Patience.

Princess Patience's story idea flew from the window of my room sent by an angel. A burst of inspiration from God when I was tired at night and was about to sleep.

It invigorated my mind and kept me on it that night. It was exhilarating writing it, but at some point, the light died.

I became disinterested, especially as I had some other story ideas that kept coming in and I worked on each of them.

Princess Patience is a novel in which God was the author and I, the pencil.

PRINCESS PATIENCE ©2024 Oko Miracle Chioma

Do not take credit, and do not copy or repost this story without the author’s consent.📌

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I have always wanted to live my life light. Make money, marry the best man on earth, the one meant for me, and have two or three charming kids by my side. The ultimate purpose was to have money, then the man and the children.

I’ve always been afraid that I might not be able to achieve any; there were some moments I had great faith that I was going to be able to achieve them, and there were times I fell low to the lowest pit of doubt and discouragement.

I'm being handed now an amount such as, have never been seen by a painter of my caliber, maybe even greater, a finer artist than I was at the horror of seeing such an outrageous amount but I saw some other things like the teary eyes of the two oak-like women standing in front of me in the sitting room of Ademi's residence.

The older woman could not help herself now but to sit down at Ademi's favourite seat covering her face and stifling sobs like a cultured woman. You know how they say, cultured, well-bred, and mannered women laugh and cry but she was doing a very bad job of it because sorrow knows no culture.

Ademi's sister walked to the small closet close to the seat where her mother sat stifling her lungs out, bent slightly, opened it to shuffle through some papers, and brought out a long sheet She came presently and handed me the paper.

This should be it. The reason I seem not to find Ademi around the house. He traveled without bothering to tell me; I kept impressing my mind to believe such even as I turned up the paper to my face and had no difficulty recognizing Ademi's handwriting, a cursive one I had peeped sometime when he sat journaling. He loved to write in a little tiny book.

The letter read: I would be in America when you would be reading this because I do not want you to see how pitiful I look.

On that very day you saw me typing into my phone as I spoke to you in the club. I understood how unfair life could be. Meeting the person I knew I would love for life in the most unlikely place, and worst when I should be preparing to leave this world.

“Why hadn't I met you sooner?” I typed in my phone immediately I canceled the meeting I had with a friend that evening.

Forgive me for being selfish that I could not let the beautiful opportunity presented to me, though very late to slip by. I had not thought of the infliction I would wreck on you. So foolish of me. But one thing was certain: My life never remained the same after I met you. My life started when I met you. You are my sunshine, and even on the other side, I know your beams are going to reach me. I love you, Patience.

“Ade- -mi” I heard several voices, like the sound of a slow jingling bell, ringing out from every corner of the mansion. I saw two hands dragging me up. “No, that can't be. It isn't possible.”
Ademi was the fittest person I knew. “What happened?” I managed to squeal from my tightened throat.

“Kidney issue,” Adeiro said. “He’s in a very critical condition.”
I felt bile rise to my mouth, and I could taste the taste of bitter leaf just before it had been wrung out of its liquid. They must have given me the dregs of the bitter liquid to swallow.
Who are the they?

Whoever did not like Ademi was not lovable.

It was a great while before I settled in. I felt so chill and cold huddled up in Ademi's cushion inside his bedroom that was four times mine. I had no leisure to admire his purple-plastered walled room while fighting to keep my eyes clear enough to look at the possessions that had been given into my care.- His journals, some of his prized movie cassettes. The very weight dawning on me. I finally gave in.

The irony was.-I was finally sleeping in the house while he wasn't around.

I could not bear it any longer. I had never opened my mouth to tell Ademi that I loved him.

"Daddy,” I shouted into the phone “The man I love is dying. I should have known..I should have kn..” I wailed.

“What are you saying Princess?” My Dad’s confused voice responded in fear.

“Lord, I had gone ahead to find a treasured piece that was soon dying. that was soon dying. Lord, restore him..Restore him.” I quickly began to plead while looking up.

There were voices saying- What is it? which stopped to say "Amen.”

This must be an indication that my prayers were being heard. Only I did not know that my phone was still connected while I experienced the most break down of my life

The next two days saw my dad in Ogun. My Dad said he was terribly shocked and afraid; I had never once behaved like that. I always smiled, even in circumstances where he expected me to cry.

Did I have those circumstances? I was just 19 soon to be 20.

It was agreed upon by my Dad and Ademi's mother after a very lengthy discussion with the concession being on my Dad's part that I would visit Ademi in America for the next two days..

Ademi, my love. I'm coming.

PRINCESS PATIENCE ©2024 Oko Miracle Chioma

Do not take credit, and do not copy or repost this story without the author’s consent.📌

CHAPTER TWELVE.

I can remember the first time I encountered an escalator in a mall with Ademi. I was very afraid of that moving chain that spun continuously without stopping. I had seen some videos of people who fell on it in the past and even laughed at some. When I saw it, I was afraid that I would also fall.

Where were the stairs, unfortunately, the whole place was steaming with that roiling wheel. It was either you faced it or went back.

That was how I felt after the incident where I was molested. I could not go back home but had to face the place and people who committed such atrocious deeds against me. I jittered just before I entered the hostel, and my heart leaped out of my chest whenever I spied Denzel or anyone from their cohort.

Why did they do such a thing to me?- mainly because they discovered I was in communication with Ademi.

I crept into my shell daily while outwardly trying to show everyone that I was fine. My tests those weeks were the ones crying outwardly.

I began to envy people whose homes were in the state. They went home from school or they could decide to go home from the hostel anytime they deemed fit. On my end, I would have to travel to Abia or be coming from Abia via road; besides, I told my Daddy that nothing was wrong. He called so many times that fateful day and had begun to call frequently despite not knowing what I faced daily, he felt it from Abia.

Ebuka said he saw a vision that evening which prompted him to reach out. He had prayed fervently. That could be the reason I wasn't damaged beyond repair.

Ademi had called several times since then, but I simply ignored the calls and the messages. He hasn't called again, and it's been a while since last he tried reaching out. He wasn't worried enough to check up on me visibly or at the very least send his driver but what was I to tell him if I had answered any of the calls: I was nearly r***d when coming back from your house or I love you and don't want to part with you. or I'm afraid you're hiding some aspects of your life because you view me as just your painter or you are a celebrity while I am not one. Can we make it work?

But on Wednesday evening, Ebuka drove me into the hostel area and I saw Ademi's sister. I couldn't be mistaken about it even if she hadn't called that she was in my school waiting for me. I could have spotted her just from her height, the rich dark complexion, her straight nose, and those twinkling eyes she shared with Ademi, though she was on goggles when I saw her just before she removed it, and I had already seen her online when I researched sometime about Ademi.

When I saw her, my stomach started rumbling because my brain instantly interpreted that something was wrong or off.

I will do the courtesy of starting my narration from that Wednesday afternoon when I was in a youth program in church. You could say I was there but I wasn't there; some of the things they said were like pouring water on a rock.

None penetrated the hard exterior I had formed for myself, that even when Ebuka looked at me in that abnormal but cute way he does look at people, I simply looked away, which was unlike me. I would have confronted him immediately with “What is it now?” in jovial tunes, but I didn't. That must have also sent a message to him; someone so sensitive like him could detect subtle changes. Maybe that was the reason he took me on retreat that afternoon as we were coming back from church.

He passed my university walls and kept driving. I never knew my dread for the school was that large until I discovered that my heaving chest went down immediately after he passed the high-walled fence. It's sad university is now a nightmare.

Where were we going? The scenery gradually started to change from brick buildings and buzzing highways and streets to black, dusty, single-lane, and mud buildings and in 30 minutes. He stopped in front of a riverside, and we got out.

I immediately experienced this sense of peace looking at the large expanse of water that was so vast that I thought it was an ocean if I hadn't been told otherwise that it was a river. It was clear and calm. The fishermen were in their small boats far off from where we were at the banks, and little boats and canoes were close to my feet.

“I come here most times when I’m troubled.”

“Uhmm” I managed to utter which came out like a groan. It was a deep groan within my chest. I had plenty of stormy troubles unlike this calm and quiet ocean; river I meant to write. I didn't know it was even about to add more.

“I don't know what you're passing through but I know the Lord will see you through it. Do not bottle your feelings and pretend it is alright.”

I didn't say anything.

“It pains me to see you in pain." The tone of voice made me turn quickly to him. There were tears in his eyes.

“Ebuka!!” I almost shouted, surprised.

“I can not bear seeing you in pain.”

I became lost for words. I was surprised and confused. Does he get so emotional about others' pain? I was the one who constantly relived that night that I was harassed and felt so helpless. I was the one who found it difficult to walk alone, even in broad daylight into the school without a companion.

“Ebuka” I went close and held his hand.

He later told me the story years later during that season of my life where he always cried out to God—God, I love her. Please help her. I can't bear seeing her in pain.

Meanwhile, when I held his hand. I intuitively knew that our friendship meant more to him than it did to me.

“Oh, Ebuka. I didn't know you felt that way.”
I'm the cause of another's pain.

“ I love you Patie..”

Just then a call came in.

“I'm sorry, can I pick up this call?" I answered an unknown number.

And here I am with a rumbling stomach, apprehensive of what Ademi's younger sister wants to tell me.