The Turbulence✔️ (#1 in the Our Side of The Dice series)

32: Fishy Feels with The Fish Farmer.

Yemisi
Bonn, Germany

Blast! Damn and blast! Holy grail! What the heck was this situation?!

This isn't the moment to land into trouble with a fish farmer especially when my husband is in a sexually conducive atmosphere with Irene. If I waste too much time trying to get the informant out of the silo, something regrettable might go down between Chris and that wench.

What if Irene would only fall asleep if she made Christopher have sex with her? Yes, the plan was to spike Irene's drink with a sleeping pill so they could carry out a pregnancy test on her but all that needed to be done for that to happen was to build up the mood not engage in the act.

But with this grizzly, temperamental man? I know I'm in for it.

"Aren't ye going ter answer my question?!" the farmer yelled as he moved closer, pointing the light of his torch directly into my eyeballs, The rain was falling through. I could see it clearly in the light and of course, it was still falling heavily through my clothes.

I held on firmly to the mud before me which served as the land demarcation. The pond was a bit deeper than it looked. I tried to get out of the pond because I couldn't stand those bloody tilapias hovering obnoxiously over my body.

But the farmer was yelling at me and demanding answers so I couldn't focus properly on trying to get out of the pond. Fear overruled my reasoning so when I opened my mouth to utter a few words, I gulped a mouthful of fish water which must contain, (I wish not to imagine) some elements of fish poo and miscellaneous fishy jargon.

I climbed harder with the resolve to stay afloat and my attempt was successful at last.

"I swear mister, I have no business with stealing any of your fishes. I'm a lawyer in search of an informant who has been kidnapped on your premises. The premises of your fish pond."

"Huh? Are ye now sayin' that I kidnapped someone? Look, miss, if ye will confess and tell me that ye are hungry and in need of fish, I will let ye have some. Homeless people like ye come very often to steal my fish. Don't be like 'em and tell me da truth."

"You think I'm homeless?" I pressed my fingers harder into the mud and slowly brought my feet up till I was able to get out of the pond. "If I intended to steal your fish, I would have told you an easy lie or a cheap story. That is what thieves do but my reason is detailed enough. I couldn't have thought of that reason right on the spot of being caught if I planned to steal. My reason explains why I'm here."

"No, it don't. I'm glad I found ye stuck inside my pond because ye were clearly trying to grab a 'old of 'em tilapias."

Face-palming mentally, I can't believe that I am having to deal with this right now. What was always the matter with old people and over-scrutinizing every situation? Why was it so hard for him to believe me? I desperately have to know if the informant is there or not so I can get back to my husband.

By the way, tomorrow is Gifty's birthday and whatever I make do with this situation will determine if I would be able to wish her a happy birthday or not. A lot was at stake. I'm wondering if it would even be okay to let him know that I'm not alone. Would that heighten his suspicions or scare him?

"Sir, I—"

"Shush. Don't try too hard miss. I know what to do with people like ye. Come with me!" he moved closer.

The rain had started to subside. It no longer fell in torrents. This was the point where I thought it perfect to pull out my gun because I was clueless as to what this man was going to do to me. But I hesitated, not sure if that was the right thing to do at the moment since he already had a bad impression of me but at the same time, I didn't want to look helpless because it would only affirm his assumption that I was a homeless lady in need of anything to eat.