The Underground Room In The Library(Turil).

The Underground Room In The Library(Turil). 1
Bidemi watched the dark guy open his bag, looked about briefly and put some books into his bag.
Nothing was fishy about it.
'Excuse me, please', a soronous voice said behind him.
He turned back to allow whosoever it was to pass.
Shifting back, he was awed by the beauty of the dark lady he was seeing passing his front. He swallowed hard as the vanilla smell of her perfume captured his nose and held it bound. She has an hour-glass-shaped body: she has a very tiny waist and a tiny shoulder. Her hair dangled around her shoulder giving her the aura of a queen.
He allowed his eyes to follow her. He was still appreciating her beauty when his eyes caught a very popular inscription. This inscription was popular among readers among the regular readers at Keneth Dike Library of the University of Ibadan; the name 'University Of Ibadan' was written on one of the books the dark guy was putting into his bag.
'What!!!' He whispered. Maybe he forgot, the Librarian at the door would give this guy trouble because no one is allowed to take the library book out of the library without proper documentation. Bidemi was sure the guy did not take it for proper documentation beause they were coming from the same floor of the Library.
'What's my concern?', he questioned himself, putting his books into his bag.
The lady came back again, this time to pick her bag. He could not help closing his eyes and sniffing in her perfume gently just to enjoy it.
She was putting on a green three-quater gown which held her body like its life depended on it.
'Excuse me', she said quietly again.
He shifted again. Suddenly, the books in the bag poured out. He ran to her side and helped her pick up the books.
'Thank you very much', she kept on saying as he handed the books he was able to pick to her. She had also picked some.
Unknown to both of them, his Library Card had also dropped. The lady thought she was the owner, so she picked it and dropped it into her bag.
Like a flash, Bidemi remembered the dark guy who had just dropped Kenneth Dike Library's book into his bag.
The guy carried his bag from the room where bags were kept, and moved towards the exit that lead into the Faculty of Arts; Bidemi followed him to see the outcome.
'Open your bag', a man with an aquiline nose (the type of nose Harrypotter star, Daniel Radcliff has).
' Should we always show our bag everyday', the dark guy asked, grumbling.
'Open it joor', the man restated, his business-like nose moved as he lean over the counter in front of him to see the content of the bag.

The dark guy opened his bag angrily. Bidemi's heart pounded like a drum that is beaten for war.
He wondered why he was afraid, when he was not even the culprit.
'Ok..', the man said. Bidemi stopped breathing.
' You can go...', the man continued then faced Bidemi,' Yes... Let me see your bag'. The man searched his bag shabilly.
'You can go..'
'Whoa...' Bidemi exclaimed. There were some books he had borrow in his bag, he was waiting for the man to see and find out about the book. He wanted always wanted people to see the book 'Language and Anthropology'.
He shaked his head as he passed through the white,sliding-glass door. He met the dark guy trying to close his bag.
He was sure he saw the guy taking the books but this guy has just proved him wrong.
'This people are not efficient', he hissed loudly the moment he got to the side of the guy.
'Are you talking to me?' the dark guy asked, looking sideways.
'No', Bidemi replied, bending his mouth to look like a small letter 'n' shape, 'I was complaining about those Librarians'.
'Oh! Those fools', the guy muttered.
'As in, I do not understand how he will not see the book I borrowed in the Library. With this people one can always take all the books in the library to read'.
'It is not that people can always take...I have taken more than one...'
'Are you kidding me?' Bidemi asked, his heart warming that e was right afterall.
'No....', the guy said just as they got to the round-about that divide the road to the main faculty(of Arts) and its Annex.
'Whoa, how did are doing it...' He asked as if he really wanted to know.'