EIGHTEEN

-I OPEN MY ARMS WIDELY FOR HIM TO HUG ME and I hear Damien say "What is going on?"-

I immediately move away from christian to see an angry Damien.

"We were solving clues and I hugged her." christian responds.

"Is there something wrong with that?" I ask dami and he looks at me shocked.

"Also I'm looking for clues of my dad's death, not like I'm having sex with him. ode buruku oshi." I say to him and he quietly sits with us.

"What's the poem?" Damien asks

"We only have figured out like three lines but this is the rest, 

"Something they wouldn't understand, I remember distinctly. As if it were earlier today, I remember the exact moment we experienced intimate relations. You inquired about whether or not we anywhere would have always had the chance. You stated that you will provide his contact information to us. As if being one of sixty to understand would have been enough to convince myself, sufficient gratification to break my single commitment about myself. What a privilege. You requested, "If I may put a little bit somewhere inside oneself?" and "You may tell me to halt if you don't need to do it," and I never indicated I gave you the right to do just what you did. What a laugh. I also recall how restrained you were with me. I also stood in the front of you with my legs crossed.I'm unable to move because you're blocking me from doing so. How painful "just the edge" had already become, and how afraid I has been of taking action. What a wonderful concept. I remember telling you how uncomfortable I was and yelling Stop, and you saying how happy you were when it was over. I was taken aback by what you said because you sounded so satisfied with yourself. "Does this mean you'll foot the bill for my lunch tomorrow?" When I left, I felt disgusted, violated, and guilty. I told myself that losing my virginity while having sex was all my fault and that I was not to blame. How perplexing.

For months, you had successfully persuaded me that I had given consent, that rape was impossible for "together" people, and that sex was now okay, but not just okay. My ex-lover, according to you Sex was a requirement. It's a given. And I shouldn't have been surprised when you started seeing someone else one day. You were a jerk, and I was a toy. How revolting. So, I hope you're happy now, because who wouldn't be if they got away with what they did to you? And I hope your 30th birthday isn't as challenging as mine."

Christian says to dami as he tells him the clue.

"You said you'd tell me your number." I say as I mutter the third line.

"What does this mean?" Damien asks as Christian and I look at it blatantly.

if we knew we wouldn't ask him for his help.

"Bayo," Christian mutters.

"What do you mean by Bayo?" I ask him.

"Maybe this thing is not about one or two people but about the whole squad." Christian says.

"But what does Bayo have to do with this?" Dami asks Christian with a deep mispronunciation of the name Bayo.

"Bayo and Sapphire, Moturayo's mom used be in a relationship." christian says like he's stating the obvious.

"But my mom and Bayo never actually dated, Aunt Flora told me he was obsessed with mom."

"He wanted to propose to your mom." Christian says.

"Wait what?" Damien and I ask at the same time.

"he once proposed to your mom, you didn't know about that?" Christian asks.

"Obviously." Dami and I say together

"Jinx personal padlock!"

"Jinx again!"

"Jinx!!" I say and get the final laugh!

Christian rolls his eyes and sighs at our childishness.

pele ooo Mr mature.

"Did your mom ever tell you about Bayo?" Christian questions.

"No. And we both know what happened when I asked.