Chapter 221: Damian's Residence

It was sunset, the hot December sun had already gone hiding, hence paving ways for the cold evening of Abuja. Mom and I got home and were surprised to see the level of development and enhancement that our house has achieved, I almost could not recognize the house anymore. When we got home, the whole place seem strange, the house has been fenced and repainted, and on the gate was an inscription stating DAMIAN'S RESIDENCE. It was very boldly written, mom was alarmed when we saw this, so was I too, she quickly parked the car outside the gate which was freshly mounted, it was obvious that everything was newly done, they were done under the space of one or two days. The pains still smelled fresh and the exterior tiles used on the wall were also freshly made and cleaned. 

"Damie, are we at the right place? I am not sure of us being at the right place, who did the painting? I know it's not you, and it's definitely not me."

 Mom said.

"Mom, I know of all the changes and I know that it was neither you nor me that did it. But please tell me who then is called Damian around here, can you not see the inscription?"

So is asked as we both came out of the car

"But who did it."

Mom asked, before we even got to our house we noticed the way manner by which people were looking at us in the street as we drove in. We even saw that the signs post of our street had been changed and it had been named The Merman's Street. We saw this but we paid no attention to it, after all, whatever they chose to name the street was never supposed to be a concern of ours.

So as we were there contemplating if some rich man had come and acquired our place and probably buy it from the formal landlords because he can't be a tenant and do all these exterior designs and decoration on the house.

"Mom... But our rent is yet to expire."

I said to mom.

"Yes my son, it is yet to be expired."

Mom responded.

"Then, no one has the right to do this, we will surely sue them to court."

So I said now with my anger intensifying.

"My son, before we start talking of suing, I think that we need to speak with the landlord of this house, before any issues..."

So mom said and I agreed with her, she then took out her phone from pocket and dialed the number of the landlord, only to find out that the phone was switched off.

"I think I have to call my friend, she should know what is going on, after all her home is only a street away from ours."

So she said as she also dialed aunty Paula's number which rang at once without hesitation.

"Is it ringing?"

I asked mom in anticipation, at that moment my lustful mind had already forgotten about the fact that we could literally not have a home anymore, all I was thinking at that moment was Cynthia, I wanted to hear from her, see haler and feel her touch. What a john I am, right?

Well, the call got connected at the first dial, mom who had not called her friend to inform her about our unannounced return due to the way dad had approached us is now faced with talking to her because she had come home to meet issues, she felt bad that she have to call her friend in such a situation, but what can she do? We needed an answer, and at the moment aunty Paula was the only one right for the call. It wasn't like we had time to think about coming back, Dad never gave us the luxury of that. Finally, at that moment, I felt like dad had finally ended up causing us to have enmity with all the people that we knew, but it really wasn't like that, no one actually was truly mad at us, aunty Paula definitely wasn't mad at us, in fact, she was even excited to know that we were back, she almost sounded on the phone as if she had been anticipating our arrival.

"Mom, what did she say?"

So I asked again with my hands visibly shaking as I rubbed my head with my hand as if to say I was scratching, she said she is on her way. Damien, I smell something fishy, it's almost as if she already knew that I am coming back today, or did you call Cynthia to tell her?"

Mom asked.

"Me? Call Cynthia? But you know we are not on talking terms, how then will I call her?"

I defended myself immediately.

"But tell me mom, what made you think that she might know that we were coming back today."

So I asked wearing that inquisitive look.

"I just can't explain it, but do you know that atom of surprise, that shock of unexpected news? I just didn't get that from her. She sounded normal, though excited but not excited that we were back, more like excited because she got news for us, I sincerely do not understand, and did you notice that she didn't even allow me to tell her my reason for calling? She just said that she is on her way to my house sounding so excited."

Mom said