...
Tony knotted his tie whilst
sipping some coffee. The night
had been terrible, different night
mares taunting him, he was
awake 75 percent of the night.
He ignited his car, and Lara
crossed his mind. Her beautiful
eyes that widens when she’s
scared was all he could see. He’s
been just wicked to her, only God
knows the story she’s telling his
father now about him.
He changed his gear and sped on
the highway.
He knew his father won’t spare
him, he would take the company
off his hand, collect all he has and
worst of all disown him.
“Oh poo!” he rubbed his eyes.
He opened them lazily at first,
then they popped out.
A madman was standing on the
road before him, just a few yards
away. He couldn’t stop the car
cos he was moving at a high
speed.
He expertly turned the steering
wheel moving the car off the
road.
The car swerved beyond control,
he muttered some quick prayers,
he was sure he would die.
The car somersaulted throwing
him out through the window…
...
Lara giggled as she bit into her
roasted chicken, she was having
lunch with her in-laws. She felt
joy surge through her veins,
what more could she ask for?
She felt loved by them. They were
doting on her, most-especially
her father in-law Chief Ifiora Chukwu (father of Joel Chukwu and Tony ) .
“I taught your mother in-law
how to cook o.” Ifiora chuckled
at her.
“well I taught him how to eat!”
Amara said and they all burst out
laughing.
Lara watched them as they
laughed, they looked so much
alike; happy couples she thought
as she smiled.
“When I was a boy, I helped my
mother in the kitchen.” Ifiora
said with pride.
“well that’s cos you liked it.”
Amara replied.
“Not at all! I was an only child
that’s why!” he defended himself.
“Hmm…Tony Is an only child too,
but can’t make himself a mug of
coffee.” Amara chirped cleaning
her mouth with a napkin.
Lara felt shivers run down her
spine at the mention fo ‘Tony’,
she saw her father-in-law cringe
too.
“Talking about Tony…” Ifiora’s
voice became coarse.
“He couldn’t even call or do
something…he’s expecting me to
call him right?” he shook his
head.
“I guess so!” Amara made a face.
“Hmm, I’m going to teach him a
lesson he’ll never forget!” he
basked like a lizard in the sun.
“Lesson? That boy is soooooo
stubborn!” Amara said with
disgust.
Chief Ifiora’s phone rang loudly.
“A strange number…” Amara said
giving the phone to him.
“Hello?” he listened for a while.
“Yes you’re speaking with Chief
Ifiora…”
he listened again.
“What?!” he rose to his feet.
Lara stopped eating, she wanted
to know what was happening.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming right
away!” He ended the call.
“Darling get me my Jacket!” he
told Amara.
“What happened?” Lara asked
quitely.
“Oh, nothing really, just eat your
food.” he forced a smile.
“Ogini? What going on?” Amara
appeared holding his jacket.
He whispered something to her
in Igbo, for once Lara wished she
understood Igbo.
“We need to go now! Lara take
care!” Amara said throwing a
scarf round her head.
“Can I come with you?” Lara rose
to her feet.
“No..you just take care, okay?
We’ll be back soon.” Amara said
as she and her husband left
through the exit.
Lara sighed deeply as she heard
them drive out of the compound.
Definitely something is wrong
some where….she fidgeted
nervously.
"You guys need to see what
happened next" ...Watch out for
Part 9..
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