MY HUSBAND AND I PART 17

“Baby…I’m home….” Tony called
out walking into the sitting
room.
“Welcome Tony” Amara greeted.
“Good day mum..” he hugged
her.
“Where’s Lara?” He asked looking
about the room.
“She left some time ago, that she
was taking a walk, she isn’t back
yet” Amara explained.
“Why? What’s keeping her? Its
late already, this is 8pm, gosh!”
he said dailling Lara number.
“I tried dailling her earlier, but
she left her phone in her room.”
Amara said again.
“Excuse me.” Tony walked out of
the house.
He searched aimlessly round the
streets for an hour before going
back home in despair, he
decided to go and check Funke’s
place, perhaps Lara should be
there.
He got into his car without a
word to his mother.
“ah! Tony! Its you, by this time of
the night.” Funke said as she let
Tony in.
“is Lara here?” he asked.
“Lara? Its been months since I
saw her o!”
Tony searched her eyes for a
while, she possibly couldn’t be
hiding Lara.
He exhaled sharply
“What wrong?” Funke queried.
“She left home few hours ago
and..and…she isn’t back, she
didn’t go with her phone..she…”
Tony explained in a tired voice.
“Ehn! Did I hear you say my
daughter is missing?” Funke
squealed.
“Haaaa! Mo kpe o! Mo ti ku!”
Tony turned to leave, he isn’t in
the mood to watch her drama
“Where do you think you are
going?” Funke asked barring the
door.
Tony blinked rapidly
“You are not going anywhere o!
I want my daughter o! So you
and your family want to use her
for money rituals ehn! You must
produce Omolara for me o” she
ranted.
Tony’s heart missed a beat at the
mention of rituals, was it that
Lara was kidnapped?
“Please madam, get off my way, I
don’t have time for your drama.”
he said wearily.
“Drama! You’ll see drama! Shey
you want to see drama!” Funke
screamed at him.
She locked the door with keys,
threw the keys into her bra,
before proceeding to make a call.
“Hello? Inspector wale? E mi ni,
its Funke o, please send me some
police men o! There’s one
ritualist in my house o!” she
squealed into the phone.
Tony stood rooted by the door,
he watched her with keen
interest, this woman is definitely
impossible.
...........

Lara scratched her legs furiously,
mosquitoes had feasted on her
the previous night.
She had stopped crying cos her
tears stopped flowing, even her
baby was silent, no more
movements, she wondered if the
baby was alright, it must be
weak, cos she hadn’t eaten since
the previous evening.
She gazed at the only window in
her ‘cell’, it was big enough to
escape through. But the question
is how? The place was
surrounded by armed men.
A laughing female voice drawed
her attention, she edged towards
the door…
“Don’t worry! When the money
comes; I go do you well!” the
voice said amidst fits of laughter.
The voice sounded familiar.
Just then the door was pushed
open; Lara almost lost her
balance.
A fetish looking old man; clad in
red satin walked into the room,
he was holding some calabashes.
He squatted beside examining
her bulging stomach. Lara didn’t
push his hands away; she knew
it’d be useless.
He shook his head
disappointedly
“Madam come in” he said in a
loud voice.
“so when will you take the baby
out?” the woman said gingerly.
Lara’s heart was beating faster,
she knew that voice so well, she
looked up sharply..her jaws
dropped.
Deji smirked at her, chewing a
gum noisily.
Lara felt sweat coming out
through every pore on her skin
“Deji?” her lips quivered.
Deji rolled her eyes, a smile
playing on her lips.
“We shall take it by night.” The
fetish man croaked.
“Good then! I can’t wait to be a
multi-billionai re” Deji laughed.
“Deji you?” Lara shrieked as they
turned to leave.
“Yea! Me! Do you think I came
into this world to watch others
progressing? I need to make
money, and I’m not sorry- I have
to use you and your baby.” Deji
chucked wickedly.
“Deji me Lara? Do I deserve this?”
Lara sobbed
“I don’t know that one o! Better
prepare to meet your late father
tonight.” Deji clapped, before
banging the door behind her.
Lara sat, shocked to the marrow.
Her body became numb. That
night her unborn child would be
used by Deji for rituals! Deji of all
people.
....stick around for Part 18...