Chapter 41 Time for Revenge

I personally refuse to believe that any word in the bible, dictionary or internet can describe the beauty and power of the girl child. –Cinmisola--.

It was summer break, I was back in Nigeria, a year and four months after my complete facial surgery and the loss of most of my...my fam...my family members.

Roland found an Asian family, (some old friends of his) they were based in Nigeria and were touched by the horrible event. Mr. and Mrs.Chang. Roland had them filled on every information about our revenge plot and they were totally in support morally and financially. They were currently childless so I took a cover as their adopted child. They got a house in the same estate as Aisha's family and we had them monitored 24 hours of the day. I don't know how Roland did it, but he got surveillance cameras all over the Bello's mansion. 5 months ago when I moved back here, I refused to watch the surveillance video. I dreaded the name Aisha and broke down every time her name or her face was seen. However, with therapy and some pills, I became organized (oh and a few of Roland's motivational voice too).

As you might have guessed, they were already out of school and luckily, for me, they were all planning to school in the most prestigious private owned university in the country. As you might also guess, I also plan to attend that same institution.

I ssipped my coffee slow as I watched Aisha speak to Emem, they were both naked and were preparing for a party at the beach, a private party for the second daughter of the governor, a party I'd gotten an invite for, 2 months ago; thanks to Mrs. Chang.

"Are you sure you're ready to meet them now?" Mr.Chang asked with a slight accent. I nodded and sipped from my cup, my eyes glued on the screen.

Mrs.Chang rubbed my shoulders and took a deep breath. I could tell that she was nervous. Despite the fact that she wanted them dead, she still worried that I could be spotted and killed. She already knew how dangerous they were. I mean she'd heard and seen enough from the CCtv. "So for the last time, go through today's operation"

I looked up at her, frustrated. But I couldn't complain if I was tired of going through my first attempt of revenge. I sighed and dropped the coffee mug.

"It's a beach party in Nigeria so I'm supposed to look extra to get spotted by them especially because of my supposed racial traits"

I successfully passed through security and made way into the beach with my provocative two-piece bikini that flaunted quiet a lot of skin. I pretended to be so engrossed with my phone and acted like I didn't notice the various stares and comments from the other teenagers at the party I mean, it's not everyday you see a cute Asian girl in a two-piece bikini whereas every other Nigerian girl is either in their classic swimsuit of their all covered up or worse, their putting on jeans!

"Then I'm supposed to find a seat quite close to them and make them come unto me by all means"

I spotted the Evil-3 sitting among a couple of other kids (or future tongue-less and finger-less corpse). I noticed Tobi staring at me and a pushed my hair back and laughed hilariously as I scrolled through my phone. Trust Nigerians to focus their eyes on a laughing China doll. It's like sitting in a church and a stripper suddenly bursts in. I kept on laughing and took a deep breath and began counting from number one to ten as I walked past them

'1...call me'

'2...call me and tell me to sit with you'

'3....4....5....6..' I counted on as I walked slowly and majestically until I heard Tobi's voice at number 9 and I nearly breathed in relief. stage 2 completed.

"How do you behave when they talk to you?" Mr.Chang asked.

"I act proud, rude and pompous" I answered.

I looked up from my phone and turned to Tobi slowly.

"What did you say?" I asked with the funny accent thought by Mrs.Chang.

"I said would you like to join us?" he asked, displaying a perfect set of crooked white teeth.

I looked around me and scanned where they sat like it was virus infected.

"No, I'll pass." I sneered.

"We insist" Aisha said, stood up and walked up to me. I wanted to strangle her neck so bad but I wiped the urge off my mind because what I had in mind for them was much worse. "Please, sit with us"

"Uh...I still insist, I'll rather hang around by the beach, I mean, what's the point of coming to the beach if you don't plan on getting a little bit wet" with that said, I gave a fake smile and walked off.

"Then we'll come along with you" Tobi said. "I totally agree with you about getting wet and all".

"Yeah, me too" Aisha added.

Stage 3 done.

"When you're certain their swooned by your rude girl attitude, what next?" MrsChang asked, smiling.

"Fascinate them; make them think I'm someone or something like them. Do and say things I wouldn't usually do, get into their head, and make them ask questions about me" I answered.

I made funny gestures and said funny things about every teenage person present in the party, making fun of their outfits or their faces and watched as the three of them laughed their hearts out in agreement. They kept asking me to repeat sentence and kept telling me to say stuffs in Nigerian dialects. Trust scruntched or me to make them laugh the more as I intentionally called the names wrongly my nose at some pronunciations. They were obviously smitten by the rude, funny, and cute Asian girl.

"So what's your name?" Emem asked all of a sudden.

'Here goes question time; I thought you'd never ask.' Stage 4 in motion.