Should I Really Do It Or Not?

Looking at the bright ray of the morning sun that penetrated through my faded curtain and landed on my face. I just stayed in the same position on my thin mattress, that I actually picked from the dumpsite, on my way back from work.

Allowing the sweet sun to have it's way on my body. I was admiring the beauty of it. I didn't know when I started feeling jealous of the sweet sun. It was so beautiful, more beautiful than my life. My life had always been sad, with every misfortune that happened to me, "year in, year out" It wasn't always like that, though.

While growing up, I experienced the true meaning of being loved, being an only child of the sweetest couple ever...but all that became a real life fantasy! It wasn't an easy journey for me. Not knowing what to do, while going through trials upon trials, everyday in the big city of Lagos, Nigeria. Hmm! It wasn't easy at all!

"Mnnn...! Oh God! It's morning again!"

I got up from my mattress, feeling dejected and let out a heavy sigh.

I stretched my body for a few minutes and looked at the ceiling for a few seconds, not knowing what to do that morning. I was fired from work a few days back because I refused to have s*x with a rich customer that came to order for food at the restaurant I was working. I was totally jobless with little or no spending money at all.

"Ahh Senti! Let's go out and get something in this stomach". I said to myself while walking out the door.

I had a taste of enjoyment before. Suffering like that, I couldn't help but miss every good thing I had before.

My parents and I, were living in Y state in the U.K, for many years. I was born there but we were originally from South Korea. Seoul to be precise, but my grandmother from my paternal side was an English woman. My parents had a functioning business that was yielding good fruits all year round, until all went down the drain, within a short period.

I came out that morning, ready to go and get puff puff and "Akamu", that is "Pap" in Nigerian language, with just 50 naira I could squeeze out for breakfast, trying to save up for later. I usually get "jara", that is "extra", everytime I bought Pap and puff puff from the seller.

I came out and I was greeted by my nice neighbors, they were nice to me, but were quite tired of me begging them all the time.

"Oyibo", good morning" Mummy Rashida greeted me, immediately she saw me.

She called me "Oyibo" because of my skin color. I have white skin and theirs is darker. I am very different from them because I'm not a Nigerian, but was lucky most of them liked me. Some of the people I encountered made fun of me and told me that my mother slept with a white man and I was abandoned there in Nigeria. And that, I was born to suffer. I didn't listen to them because I knew myself more than anyone.

"Good morning Mummy Rashida"

I lowered my head to the ground feeling shy as I blushed, while I responded to her sweet greeting.

"How are you today, oyibo?"

"Umm...well, I'll be fine"

I said to her with moist eyes. I always told mummy Rashida my problems. She was like a mother to me.

"Don't worry, hm? Everything will be fine" She said to me and I nodded my head in response and went to get my breakfast.

While I was walking down the road, a clean black Bentley car ran into me while trying to reverse and I fell down on the tarred road instantly. I was bruised on my knee. My skin is very tender.

"Hmmm...! I made a deep sigh and said to myself.

"I'm really the architect of bad luck!"

I said to myself as I tried standing up, but I couldn't. Then I saw a man alighted from the car and rushed down to me.

"Oh, my God...! Are you alright?"

The man asked me with concern in his eyes.

"I'm ok sir, thank you."

I replied him then he helped me up. Right there, a very beautiful middle aged woman with blue eyes alighted from the car elegantly and walked closer to me. Immediately I saw her, I forgot about my injured leg and the pain I was feeling at that moment and I was completely enchanted by the sight of that angelic woman, just right before my very eyes...! Literally blinding me!"

The moment I saw that beautiful middle aged woman, walking towards my direction, I was marvelled and thought I was in heaven! She was a tall woman, with fair skin and a shoulder length silky black hair, almost like mine. But mine was longer and a not so good condition because, I could not take proper care of it. She had a straight nose with the right shape for her age.

Although I had been told countless times that i'm an epitome of beauty, but I still admired that woman. People say that I have a rare white milky skin, long straight hair and a baby face. I was always looked at in a delicious way, most especially by men. They undressed me with their wolf like eyes and I was always uncomfortable going out.

"Aun...Aunt...Auntie, you are so beautiful" I blurted out and she smiled back at me. That face...Oh, God...! One can never get tired of looking at it!

While still lost in the deep ocean of her beauty, she touched my right hand and asked me.

"My dear, are you alright?" I was already melting in that soft and sweet melody coming from her mouth.

Just after that question, I regained my senses and that was when she saw my injured knee and started touching me everywhere.

At first, I was startled, seeing how she was getting her clean long dress dirty became of the dirt that stained my clothes when I fell down on the tarred road. But then again, I felt this drawn feeling in my heart because it reminded me of my parents.

"I miss them" I said inwardly.

She immediately called out the driver, not minding he was beside me.

"Mohammed!" With an authoritative voice and he immediately stood in front of her and answered.

"Yes Madam"

"Take her into the car and drive straight to the hospital!"

She said to him and he hurriedly led me to her sweet, luxurious car, but I stopped midway.

"P...please sir, auntie, I'm really fine, it's just a scratch. I can manage.You don't have to worry about me, it's really nothing"

I said to the woman with my face lowered to the ground and I instantly blushed.

"Thank you very much for your concern auntie, but I wi..." She immediately cut me short and said.

"Let me help you, after all it's my fault that you are wounded. Just get in, I'll take you to the hospital for a proper treatment"

I felt touched by her sweet gesture because it had been a long time since I was cared for in that manner and before I realized it, I started shedding tears. The beautiful woman looked at me and said to me comfortingly.

"Please don't cry, hm? Don't worry, you will be fine!"

By then, I was already in the car, hugging her.

"Sir, the car is ready"

Bi Chao said to Cho Ja Nathaniel. Bi Chao was the manager of Cho Ja Nathaniel. He is Chinese, while Cho Ja Nathaniel is Korean.

Cho Ja Nathaniel of the "Power Tower" company, was a big time, well known billionaire and their company was well known all over the world. He was a powerful CEO, an emotionless, arrogant and a proud human god but was also kind, in his own way.

Nathaniel was a beautiful man, no one could describe his beauty. He had a well defined body, with all the right assets in the right ...place.

"Ahem...*caught*", please excuse me. I got a little something in my throat...haha...( please forgive this Author... Author Elaami is being Naughty! Let's ride on, please!

Cho Ja Nathaniel was a perfect artwork by God's own hand, probably on "His off day!", with a face that a crying baby could use as a sleeping drug instead of a lullaby. He was feared by all and carried this breeze of terror everywhere.

"Ok! Let's go!"

He ordered Bi Chao with a drowning deep voice, which was very sweet and sexy!

They came to Seoul, the capital city in South Korea to seal up a very big deal. They've been there for a whole month and they would be wrapping up things after finishing with project 2 and then return home later. By Bi Chao's calculations, they had like two weeks more in Seoul city.

Nathaniel and his manager came out of the building, entered his luxurious car and went straight to Li beam ston, where the meeting was held.

A few hours later, Nathaniel and his associates came out of the building with smiles on their faces, they were successful with the deal.

They were all wearing happy faces and planning to go and celebrate with their sexy ladies, except of course, for a certain person and it was none other than the emotionless Cho Ja Nathaniel. His associates could not tell if he was happy or sad, they already knew his kind of person, so they didn't bother him.

Nathaniel did not want to go clubbing and just excused himself from the others and left with his manager.

"Sir Cho, congratulations for a successful deal again! You are truly the best!" Bi Chao said while looking at his boss, smiling.

"Of course! I need to be the best for you all to continue receiving your monthly wages! And make sure you do your best for the purpose of your yearly bonus!" Nathaniel said to Bi Chao in a nonchalant manner.

Bi Chao could not curse his boss out loud and just replied obediently.

"Yes sir!" Thank you for your grace sir.

In the luxurious car, he brought out his phone to check the news online and then ordered his manager.

"Bi Chao! Pack up, we are going to Nigeria tonight! Book the earliest flight"

Bi Chao"......"

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At the same time in Nigeria, the doctor hastily cleaned and dressed my wound. I don't know, but everything just went smoothly. It didn't feel like I was in a hospital. We finished and then left the hospital while the doctors and the others were just staring at us and I felt a bit shy.

After awhile, we got into the car. The beautiful woman asked for my address and then I told her. When we got there, before I alighted from the car, she asked about my parents, family, job and almost everything about me.

I told her about my pathetic story and how "suffer" was my middle name. She looked at me pitifully and then asked me just one question.

"Can you work with me?"