-Dirty Game

Read Story: Dirty Game… Part 49

A story written by Adebiyi Demola (08038195562)

I took the letter to my sister and his husband when I couldn’t reason on the way out and they were also shocked when they went through it and got the content of the letter.
Though, it was not that strange to my sister, but it got her husband lost which made him went crisome and lashed me with irritating words without minding my present status and that, I was also a father. My sister couldn’t utter a word because she dare not say anything when the man is around while I bowed my head in acceptance of the defeat…
“You are not trustworthy and I’m totally disappointed in you. In fact, we have to leave you to dance to the beat of the trouble you have played” he said angrily and flung the letter while he left us on seat and worked briskly into his room.
I never expected such reaction from him and his reaction gave me the instinct of the strength and the intensity of the offence I committed…
I brushed my hair with my volar to and fro when my eyes were filled with tears and I nearly busted into tears which made my sister moved closer to pet me, “all is well dear. Don’t worry, I will speak to him and justice will be done to it”, she said and went in to join him…
I couldn’t get myself right throughout that day not until the following day when the man called on me, sat me down and fed me with words of virtue and we later sketched out the plan on how to go about the issue…
My sister was asked to monitor the home while her husband and I went to Ede in order to see Zainab’s family. We called on Demola, who also informed his father about the scenario and we all went there together.
The elders that we consulted during Taiwo’s issue were met and they told us that only Zainab’s father could tell us about Zainab and he was still in hospital and promised to keep us informed when he is alright. In fact, I couldn’t just believe they could be lenient and so generous to us on such issue.

We appreciated them and left the place. Demola’s father also gave us hope about the issue due to his relationship with Zainab’s father.
The following week, I got a call from my boss to come but it was not urgent. I prepared for the journey and informed my sister. Though, her husband was not around, but I managed to put the call to him as well so as to get him informed about my movement.
When I was about to enter Ore town, then I remember that I carried a man to one hospital and my mind asked me to check on him to know about his welfare, but I rejected it and zoomed off to my destination.
My boss and colleagues sympathized with me on the issue of my wife and asked about the twins which I also thanked them for showing concern and for their supports through text messages and calls.
It was a great challenge for me to get over the issue most especially when I thought about Taiwo’s words in the letter and the emphasis she made on Zainab’s issue. Assuming I was opportuned to get in touch with Zainab, will she forgive me? If she does, what about her rigid father who has lost Taiwo through me and almost lost his life in the process of checking on her? When I thought about those questions, my heart vibrated and I was tired of myself.
As day goes over day, I started getting over my troubled mind when I mixed with my people at work because they were all friendly and jovial.
I never let go of anyday without putting calls to my sister and asked about how the kids doing.
One Saturday evening, around 9:15pm, I was in bed and about to sleep when I heard my phone ringing and when I looked at the screen, it happened to be a strange number which I pick without any delay…
“Hello o, who is this?” I curiously asked.
“This is Dr. Apan. Am I speaking with Mr. Afeez?” he asked calmly.
“You are very much on his line. Any problem?” I intoned without fear.
“Good! Thanks for the other day. In fact, more of your type are needed in our society. Here is the chief you saved his life and he is interested in speaking with you” he said (trying to handle the phone to the man)
“hello Mr. Man, how are you doing?” he intoned in big man voice.
“I’m very much okay sir. How is your body now sir?” I responded
“I’m now very much okay and I will be discharged probably tomorrow. Thanks so much. I really appreciate you and I will like to know you” He said and requested.
“I’m very happy to hear this sir. You are my father sir, and therefore command me which ever way you like it sir”, I replied.
“You are blessed. That’s my number, I will get you inform when I’m available. Thanks alot”, he said.
“Alright sir”, I replied and he hung up the call…

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