The weirdest coffee

The only day of the week that I'm free to go out is on Sundays, and the previous Sunday I decided to visit David, whose family happens to be one of my biggest clients. They've been querying me about no longer visiting their home ever since I started my business. I tried telling them that I've been busy, but they don't succumb to that; they would say "Even the busiest person has time for family; you better change your ways before it turns into something else".

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As I stepped into the compound, David's mom spotted me from the lobby upstairs and exclaimed, "Look who is here! It's Uncle Kingsley!" The other kids rushed out, and the jubilation began: "Uncle Kingsley! Uncle Kingsley!" It was a familiar scene, and I never forget to bring them chocolates whenever I'm visiting.

I climbed the stairs, and as soon as I entered their block, the three children forcefully hugged me, which nearly pushed me off my feet.
"Wait, wait, wait!" The three of them started dragging the chocolate I dropped with them, which I collected back and distributed fairly.

I and the children entered the parlor, and I was surprised to see the large TV showing Liverpool's match, which captured my interest. Unbeknownst to me, Mummy David had called me three times from the kitchen, but the football match held my attention.

"Kingsley! Would you like coffee or Eba?" she asked, finally turning off the distracting TV.

"Oh! Sorry, I was carried away. It's coffee for me because I'm watching my weight!" I chuckled, and it turned into loud laughter because I'm slim like a broom.

"By the way, where is David? I didn't call him before coming." I inquired, turning the TV back on.

*"He went out not quite long; he was the one that brewed this coffee before leaving," she replied, placing a cup of coffee on a stool with tarrazo flat surface, very close to the couch I was seated.

It had been a while since I had coffee, and I eagerly took a sip. However, a slightly bitter taste caught me off guard. "Mummy David! This coffee is too bitter!" I called her as she was in the kitchen.

"Were you expecting it to be sweet like sugar?" she quipped, her sense of humor intact.

Her response left me stunned. I examined the mug, and that's when David walked in with a black nylon in hand. He teased, "Oh boy! You came without calling me. I guess it's not me you came to see, but them."

Walking towards the dining area, he suddenly exclaimed, "Who removed the coffee here?"

"That's what Kingsley is sipping," his mom replied, and he screamed at me, "Kingsley, stop drinking! I brewed that with mushrooms—hallucinogenic mushrooms, for that matter."

Fear gripped me, as I didn't know the meaning of hallucinogenic mushrooms. "Is it poisonous?" I quickly dropped the mug, and his mom rushed out, awaiting David's explanation.

"It is poisonous and, at the same time, not poisonous," David answered.

"What do you mean? Can you get serious?" The mom charged him with a very serious face and voice, and she angrily threw the plastic plate on her hand at David, but he was smart enough to dodge it, and the plate hit the wall.

"Here is an antidote liquid that I went to get at a chemist shop."
He brought out the liquid, and I grabbed it immediately and poured it into my mouth without asking if it was real or not. I was so scared of death.

The once-joyful atmosphere turned somber. David assured me that as long as I took the liquid, I would be fine. It turned out to be an unintentional experiment he was conducting for his studies which he left on the dining table and to go get some stuffs in a chemist shop.

Throughout the day, I remained vigilant, constantly monitoring my body for any signs of change. Fortunately, I emerged unscathed from the unexpected encounter with hallucinogenic coffee.

Thanks for reading.

_{This is my response to the #spillthebeans prompt for the week}

_{All images used are mine}