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 For some seconds, Doctor Tush stood alarmed while the girl watched on. He was very sure that they had locked the Door behind before leaving the House, however what he could not make out of it was how the Door got unlocked!
  After a while, he moved forward while the girl followed him behind. Slowly, they walked into the House, looking out for any unusual presence. As they got closer to the living room, a strong fragrance filled the entire atmosphere, an indication that someone was around! They both became more cautious as they tiptoed one after the other.
   Finally, they were close to the entrance of the Living room, suddenly a loud noise   'Gbam!' resounded.
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   "Ochuko, na wetin dey do you?" His mother asked. Reluctantly, Ochuko turned towards her direction and sighed.
          "Mama, I'm just thinking about everything happening to us, Why? Why us? What have we done wrong?" He complained bitterly. Everyone in the room by this time, became sober as they reflected on the situation at hand.
       "Ochuko, make you no worry yourself. Me wey I dey here, no be say I no know the Wahala wey dey our head ooo! Your papa dey miss!
Onome Dey miss! Government won scatter our House! All dis tins na big wahal! Now Doctor dem don bring dia own report!😱" Onome's mother lamented. The boys became alert!
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"Inspector, throw these boys into the cell!" He ordered.
"Oga! Abeg! Make we talk!" One of the boys pleaded immediately, as he fell to the ground, crying.😤
The Police Boss remained silent for  a while as he watched the inspectors dragging them away.
'Okay! Inspectors! Let them speak!'' The Police Boss ordered.
"Sir, I don't think these boys have anything reasonable to say o!" The second inspector interrupted.
For a second, the Police Boss stared at him.
"Really!? Do you know anything that they are hiding?" He asked curiously.😠
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