2. Stories my girlfriend wrote for me: Stomach upset

Hi steemians, this is another post from the stories my girlfriend wrote series.

Enjoy another beautiful story from my friend.

            STOMACH UPSET

Splatter, push, splatter, rinse, flush, get up.

Fola thought the day couldn’t go more wrong than it already was. He woke up this morning with a phone call from his boss telling him to submit a proposal during a board meeting which was supposed to be due in two weeks that morning. He just couldn’t believe the sheer wickedness as he hadn’t even worked on it substantially and it was already 4am. 

He worked his ass off to get it ready and had to snack all night and drink coffee in order to stay awake. By 7am, the proposal was ready and as he was about to leave he saw his roommate eating beans, he decided to take 1 or 5 spoons. As he entered his car, he tuned the radio to splash FM and was jamming to the beats when croak! Cough! Splutter! His car died. Right on third mainland bridge! And he had to get to work before 9.

He called his mechanic, while waiting he saw some women hawking kulikuli and epa; he decided to buy. His mechanic came at 8 and by 8:30, the car was up and running. As he fished out money to give him, his mechanic brought out some bitter cola with his oil-stained hands and offered him which he took and discarded on his seat.

By 8:45, he was caught up in traffic and his eyes darted towards the next seat and he saw the bitter cola. He had always liked it and even though he didn’t think it came from clean hands, he decided to wipe it on a napkin and in it flew as he chewed resoundingly.

9am sharp, he got to the office and flew up the stairs to the boardroom. This meeting was going to be a career shaper. 

As he was called upon to give his proposal his stomach started protesting. Shifting from one leg to another he walked forward to begin. Rumble! Rumble! He tried holding it in but splash! He ran to the toilet with the microphone hanging and his audience left with mouths wide.

Splash! Splatter! Rinse! Flush! Relief!

He came out feeling better and rushed back to the boardroom with all sincere apologies. He started reading his proposal when; rumble! Sweat! He rushed back to the toilet but this time with the microphone landing on the director’s head, the director unconscious.

Splash! Splatter! Splash! Sweat! Hyperventilation! No relief!

@johnbosco