Commissioner Belle Wahala!🤣🤣😂 One sunny afternoon in the heart of Lagos, trouble landed like NEPA light sudden and shocking😃 Sandra, a beautiful young lady with belly as round as a Christmas watermelon, stood in front of a young man named Kunle. Her face looked like thunder was about to strike. She held her phone like it was a w£@pon.😂🤣 So you are denying the pregnancy, she shouted, eyes wide, voice shaking.😅😂🤣 Kunle scratched his head. Ah ahn, Sandra, why are you shouting like this now? We’re just talking Sandra rolled her eyes and placed her hand on her waist. Talking ke? You think this belle is a balloon I swallowed for fun? Since you’ve denied it, no wahala. Let me just call my father the Commissioner of Police so he can hear this nonsense with his own ear😁 Kunle’s eyes almost popped out like ogbono soup from a hot pot. Comm...Commissioner of what? Police😂🤣😅😆 Sandra started dialing her phone slowly, like a Nollywood actress about to drop a deadly bomb. Kunle jumped up, nearly did backflip. Habaaa, Wait na. Why are you taking it personal? Somebody cannot play with you again?! I was just joking oh Look, forget all that talk. What name do you want us to give our baby? Ehen? Boy or girl let’s choose two names sef, one Yoruba, one English😂🤣😂🤣 Sandra paused, raising one eyebrow like a queen. So now you remember it’s your baby🤣🤣 Kunle smiled sheepishly, wiping sweat from his forehead. Of course na, See ehn, from the first day I saw you eating suya and ice cream together, I knew this was destiny😂😂 Sandra tried not to laugh but a small smile escaped. You dey m@d, Kunle He grinned. But I dey m@d for you and our baby From that day, Kunle stopped joking with serious matters. And anytime someone asked about his girlfriend, he proudly said, She’s the daughter of the Commissioner of Police. Pregnant with my future🤣🤣🤣😂