Taste of my book

At around 1 am…. I was asleep….

BANG

BANG

BANG…..

Someone is pounding so heavy on our door. I got up.

We were not certain who could that be. We forgot about the friend who worked for banquets. I grabbed a kitchen knife and opened the door.

He shoved me backward and got in suddenly he screamed at me to off the light and keep quiet.

I did not recognise what was developing.

When he shoved me I slumped down on the floor and I squatted there for a moment and everybody was very quiet.

Then we noticed a light outside. It was a bike or a car. I couldn’t make it to determine what kind of vehicle it was. I craved to ask him, what is going on….

He was just peeping at the vehicle outside through the window.

I have to mention, we must have squatted there for a good half an hour. I got up and inquired

“What Happened?”

He told me “Nothing”

I was like “What the hell was that then,”

He got mad at me “I told you to come with me to the banquets. Didn’t I?”

I responded “I am not ordered to go. So how can I work with you?”

He continued “Next time, you better hold back,”

I looked at all the other roommates and we all are confused.

He ran inside and changed. Then he came out. We lost our sleep anyhow.

We opened a bottle of vodka and sat down. Time was after one am. We had a few drinks. Then we took a walk out to the helipad.

My friend stopped me “What if that individual is still out there?”

I got mad “Why don’t you explain us what took place?”

Then he said what happened………

After banquets he walked back. He was alone and disturbed at the same time. We all know we should not be hitch hiking with anyone until unless we recognize who this person is.

There was a group of people who got infected with HIV, gave other people virus. So their main plan of spreading the infection was to hitchhike with someone and inject the driver with the tainted blood. Or give a ride to people and while driving inject them.

We well knew of this and we never hitch hiked.

On that day, he was very scared, and he wanted to get home. A guy with the motor bike went past him once. Then he came back again. He drives past him again.

The third time, the driver asked my friend

“Where are you going?” Do you want a ride?

My friend did not reply.

The rider went forward and halted. He remained for my friend to get near him.

Like this so far. Please read my book 

Come-Travel With Me : Ten Droplets available at all major ebook stores.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40520487-come—travel-with-me

 

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