Eclipse of a virgin Three by prince Joe.

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ECLIPSE OF A VIRGIN
CHAPTER THREE


The streets was overcrowded in a confusion point, as Florence frightened to comb for Amaka's house. She had visited her for years now, but if she doesn't have anything to do; she can't just go to her with nothing upstairs to gist. Finally, she got to Amaka's house, as she knocked simultaneously like a frustrated being.

"Who be that?". the gateman asked suspiciously.

It's me, Florence. She leaned on the gate, tired.

"Chai! I dey come".the gate man succumbed. As he went to open the gate immediately.

"Don't you know, it's me?". Florence asked. As she yawn with a few water coming from her eyes.

"Ahh! How I fit know, when...".
the gateman was unable to complete the sentence; as he got diverted by Florence dressing. Looking at her short transparent skirt.

"Mr. Gateman. What's wrong?.
Florence asked with a look to discard.

Immediately,the gateman gained consciousness.

"Oh! Sorry, are you  talking to me?". The gateman disguise.

"No, your father, idiot. Florence said. As she left.

Finally, Florence got inside the house. She found no one in, everywhere was mute.She seems incomplete as she pounch her phone;to dial Amaka's number instantly .

"Hello, Amaka. Am in your house: but I found nobody. what's wrong. Are you freaking me?". Florence spoke with confused mood.

"Sorry! Am in,I'm coming right away, just in my room. Amaka said with joy.

After few seconds,amaka came out from her room. She walked down the Z-shape stairs like a stressed-up being. She met florence seated on a chair,lying. She rushed to meet her immediately like she's in doom.

"Florence, thank God you're here. I need your help, please. Amaka pour out with tears.

"No! Don't start this, what really happened?". Florence asked with pity.

Amaka couldn't place her words well:she was just dragging her voice. Just in one word. As Florence was bewildered,she held amaka's wrist to the room:for better discussion.

Amaka was seated by florence on a chair. She was close to tears, but trying to swallow all with words, but nothing seems coming. The truth is Florence knew she will confess anything that happened, but still this situation will be a worse one. Cos Amaka still couldn't talk:just a word. Nothing. Florence kept mute too. They both couldn't say a word, as they were just steering at each other faces. Suddenly Amaka talked curiously.

"Florence, am finished. Chika as broke up with me, he said his not interested again". Amaka burst into tears.she no longer hold the pain or image of her gentleness; as she rent her clothes, instantly.

"Stop all these, see, Chika is your boyfriend, not your husband. So it's certain you will see another choice. Ok".florence declared.

Suddenly, amaka stood up and picked a knife behind her, while Florence never noticed. As she was stylishly bringing the knife closer to her stomach.






To be continued...



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