Betrayal (Episode THREE)

 

CHAPTER 2

Once upon a time in school, my friend Edwin and I were walking around the school watching students engaging in various sports. Some were playing basketball; some were in football, and some female students were enjoying a netball game. As we were going to watch a netball game, Edwin was all the way cracking jokes at me.

Edwin:  Lol! Brother, on that day of your mother’s funeral, you were crying like my deceased granny when she was hungry.

Ian: You should stop making fun out of serious things; your behavior makes you look less like a comedian and more like a moron.

Edwin: There was a time when you got mad during the burial service. You tried to get into your mother’s tomb, but I remember it was a shovel of sand from a drunken man that drove you out. In fact, you jumped out of the tomb like a cat.

Ian: What! The tomb is no place you can get used to; although history indicates that there were premature burials in some ancient societies. When the chief was buried, he was usually accompanied by a living buddy. But that was possible because the living buddy took a ridiculous amount of alcohol and Marijuana before getting buried alive.

 Ian and Edwin: LOL!

Edwin: As you were getting out of the tomb, you started shouting! “I was just kidding, um! I was just kidding, buddy”. In fact, you had to run otherwise, you could be buried alive.

Ian: That’s dumb! You are a real moron, instead of giving comfort to people who have lost their loved ones, you were just sneaking around to find you could ridicule.

Edwin: Don’t panic. It’s just a joke. But let’s watch the girls playing netball; their short skirts are killing my soul in particular.

Ian: Hey Edwin, you know what? Let’s find the right angle so that we can see their pants properly. These players are so hot. I think we need to lie on the ground to enjoy watching this game.

Edwin: Hah! Give me five, kudos for such a brilliant idea.

After finding the right angle, we lay on the ground in order to enjoy watching netball ladies playing their games in short skirts. Though it seems weird but Edwin and I loved it because it was during our youthful heydays.

Edwin: Fu! Fu! Fu! (Edwin tries to undress netballers using mouth blow)

Ian: Ha! You are either tired like hell or you’re just kidding. You think that weak mouth blow like yours can open someone’s skirt so easily. You should pray for the wind to come.

Alas! God was heeding our prayers. And the wind started blowing, slowly opening their skirts as had been commanded by God to do so.

Edwin: Ooh! I salute this wind for an incredible offer!  What great luck! It is a game between students and teachers.

Ian: Sure, have you seen Madam Pendo? There she is, take a look.

Edwin: This is insane! Shouldn’t female teachers wear long skirts? Anyway, Madam, Pendo has got a cute bell, and her legs look sexier than I thought.

Ian: Pw! (I slapped Edwin on the back of his head.) You monster! Stop gossiping, my teacher. Don’t you understand that Madam Pendo is like a mom to you?

Edwin: Mom, to whom? Let’s go home and check my birth certificate if you will find her names on it, um!

Ian: And what are you crying for? Anyway, I meant you should respect her the same way you respect your mom.

Edwin: Get away with your ridiculous comments; Let me concentrate on my business of looking at the hottest ladies in the pitch.

Edwin:  Alas! If this were a math class, you would have snored in class.

Edwin! Absolutely yes! Most classes are really boring; they have no creativity. But just look at this game, there is a perfect combination of style and content. You can’t get tired of just watching it. My friend let me enjoy the game.

Unfortunately, while we were busy watching netball players as we were following a romantic movie, Teacher on Duty was also following our dirty scheme closely. And Edwin made it even worse by adjusting something in his trousers while following the game. The TOD started by canning Edwin with a heavy stick on his back. I was suddenly slapped on the face, and I almost went down. After that surprise, we ran to somewhere where we could sit down and rest a bit.

Edwin: Duh! This teacher almost broke my back. He caned me somewhere between my back and buttocks. Unfortunately, some teachers perform the worst job in teaching, but they are fuckn good at caning students.

Ian: Oh! I am truly sorry. I am sure that stick might have injured your reproductive system.

Edwin: I am not a woman; my sexual and reproductive system is stronger than you think.

Ian: I meant that the stick might have caused you infertility.

Edwin: Aha! That is not a big issue to me; I am going to adapt one.

Ian: You are now talking like an idiot.

From a distance, we saw female students quarrelling with a young boy. They were getting closer to a fist fight. Listening from a distance, I heard one female saying, “You are fake; how it comes a grown-up man do nothing but sneak around female students. Take care, one day somebody will forcibly dress you like a woman” We went there to see what was going on.

Ian: Please! We beg you to forgive my young brother. He is a kid.

Girl 1: No! We can’t forgive him. This is beyond what any person can tolerate. This kid never stops sneaking around us.  

Girl 2: I am going to kill this kid and throw him in the dump.

Edwin: Oh! Wait a second!  You kill him, you start hallucinating.  Then what?

Girl 2: Keep quiet, brother; I cannot have a relationship with this kid.

Edwin: Whoa! Whoa! Rumors confirmed! You are the one said to have a relationship with adults, including the Ward Councilor. This is embarrassing to hear, how it comes a 16-year-old lady hangs around a 60-year-old guy.

All girls: Hah! This is getting ridiculous.

They all left after showing an insulting gesture while gossiping about something

Ian: Edwin, my buddy, you are a genius? How did you know the scandal about that girl?

Edwin: I am smarter than you think. Probably smarter than Somali missile

Ian:  Yeah! You are smart. Hey! Robert, what is wrong with you and those girls?

Robert: You know what? I just like to hang out with female students because I enjoy doing so, but I am not stalking them.

 Edwin: You are so stupid. So come and sneak around me.

Ian: Keep quite with your shitty comments. In fact, I am talking to Robert and not you. Why do you like to take matters that aren’t yours?

Edwin: All right! Honorable Mr. Speaker, go ahead

Ian: I would like to see you in my room after prep. I am going to share with you a deal.

Robert: Sure! I am going to come. Thank you for saving my life.

Ian: Ha! Thank you. See you later.

Robert: Deal! (Robert says while leaving)

Ian: Hey, brother, I have a very big business idea.

Edwin: What is the idea?

Ian: Do not worry, I am going to brief you on the whole plan before Robert arrives at my room.

Edwin: Thank you. 

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