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-
especiallyher father in-law Chief Ifiora.
“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.. Same time tommorow
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