Chapter 99: Mom's Surprise Return

              ***MOM'S SURPRISE RETURN***

"Fuck! It's my mom!"

So I shouted and quickly Cynthia stood up and picked her already messed up pants and wore them regardless, he quickly dressed her hair and her cloth, so as to hide what was going on from mom, me too, I wore my cloth and I ran to the toilet and brought out the air-freshener and sprayed it all over to kill the sex smell in the house. I also took the statue quickly into my room, I brought down my box of cloth from the wardrobe and hid the statue at the underside of the bag. I did all these before coming back to the sitting room and sitting with my bottle of malt and chin-chin like nothing was happening before her arrival. 

At this moment, Cynthia and I sat separated from each other looking so serious like people who came for a condolence visit. But of a fact, what could possibly make mon come back this soon? It is unlike her to come back by this time, so I thought to myself as I consciously trailed her step with my mind. I noticed her walking towards the door, I even knew when she stopped to greet a neighbor. I was in there in the sitting room with the music so loud and I still heard everything that mom was doing and saying outside.

I knew when she came to the door, she paused for a while because of the loudness of the song, later she decided to ring the doorbell before she rang the bell I was already on my way to the door.

"Mom! You are back already? By this time? Hope all is well?"

These were the words I said immediately I opened the door, I said it looking so surprised even though I have planned and practiced it severally, times without number I have practiced it in my mind. I actually acted like I never noticed her arrival, I could swear that I successfully deceived her into believing that I just noticed her arrival when I opened the door to see her.

"Please Damie, all is well, why did you loud the music this high? Don't you realize you could be disturbing the neighborhood? Please young man, go and reduce that sound. Please do it before a neighbor come knocking."

Mom said as she walked inside. I quickly picked the remote and reduced the volume, she was shocked when she saw Cynthia who wasted no time to greet her. I saw the sincere surprise registered all over mom's face when she saw Cynthia, but why was she surprised? It is not like Cynthia had never been to our house before, or was it cause of the music sound? Cynthia stood up immediately she heard her voice, acting like she was also surprised to hear her voice.

"My dear, you are here, and you didn't tell this bushman that they don't play music this loud in Abuja, you know he is not that exposed, don't mind his handsome looks oo. He is a bushman, he wants our neighbors to call the police on us."

Mom said hilariously and Cynthia laughed at me, making a mocking face.

"Wait... What are we celebrating? I can see drinks and snacks... Hmm, tell me what is the call for this celebration? No wonder the music was that loud. I can see that I have just interrupted something, no wonder my boy was not even happy to see me."

My mom said. At this moment, I felt so scared. I thought she had caught me, I thought she had read my thought to realize what we had been doing. Actually, if mom had read my thoughts, hmm... The kind of thoughts that I nursed in my mind was so odd. My mind was filled with scared thoughts, the more I tried not to think of anything, the more I find myself even thinking deeper, my mind was engulfed with that mom could read my thoughts, little did I know that my mom can even hardly read her own thoughts.

You remember that I told you earlier that I used to believe that mom can also read thoughts if she wants to, I have the belief because, at that level of my knowledge, I believed that I inherited the ability from her.

"You guys have been partying without me, right? Now tell me before I go inside for a shower, what are you two celebrating."

So she said as she picked a little chin-chin snack from the tray on the table. Now I realized that she didn't read my thoughts, she was actually thinking that we were celebrating something. But we now need to tell her what we were celebrating, because she was not ready to leave without the answer, but what can we tell her that we were celebrating? There is no way that I can tell her that we were celebrating my victory as the Merman of the school. No, that's definitely the worse idea.