Basmati for who, 2.

 

Something didn’t feel right. Her phone, her bag, her watch, everything was gone. Panic started to rise in her chest, but she fought it down. She needed to think. Her mind raced back to the night before. Selene. 

The drinks. 

That feeling of being watched. 

The realization hit her hard, like a cold wave. She hadn’t just been out, she had been out with friends, or people she thought were her friends. She had been drugged, and the person who had put her in this situation was none other than Selene herself. 

A sickening thought crept in. 

Why, 

why would Selene do this? 

Alvina’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Her heart skipped. She wasn’t alone. Her first instinct was to hide, but there was nowhere to go. Her only option was to face whatever was coming. 

The door creaked open slowly, and a man appeared in the doorway. He did not look bothered at all, it was as though it was just another ordinary day. His eyes scanned the room for a while before finally landing on her, Alvina.

“Uko sawa?”

he asked, with an almost casual indifference. Alvina straightened herself, pushing her fear to the back of her mind. 

“Niko wapi? 

What’s going on?”

“Uko South B,” 

he said, as if it was just a simple answer to a simple question. 

“As for what's going on… 

well, 

I’m not the one you should be asking.”

His words were cryptic, but Alvina did not have time to decipher them. He was not the one who mattered. It was Selene.

“What did she do to me?” 

Alvina demanded, her voice trembling but fierce. 

“Yuko wapi?”

The man shrugged. 

“Ameenda. 

Unaweza enda btw. 

Ningekuwa wewe, ningejichunga.” 

He stepped back, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Alvina stood still for a moment, trying to make sense of the mess she’d found herself in. Her mind was reeling with questions, but her body moved on its own accord. She needed to get out, find her things, and get back to her life. 

As she stumbled out of the room, the emptiness of the apartment around her made the panic rise again. How could I have been so trusting? The echoes of Selene’s envious eyes, the subtle interruptions, and that strange, toxic energy she exuded all made sense now. She had been played. 

All those moments, the undercurrents of tension, it had all been a plan. Selene had even made away with her prescription glasses, damn! Is this why she had not seen this coming or as they layman say, hakuwa amewaonea 18?