WRITTEN BY: Dame Valuta

A fine morning to you all…

… And a happy new month do I wish you. May this Month of August be a fruitful and miraculous one for us all and may our hustles be rewarded bountifully. As we go about our daily business, please let’s take out a few minutes to read the part two of Unwilling Groom. We promise it will keep you intrigued.

 

…Enjoy!!!    

 

UNWILLING GROOM  –  EPISODE TWO

 

“Let go of my daughter this instant!” His father in-law ground out through gritted teeth.

Kingsley pulled his wife closer, his eyes blazing feverishly in manic anger. His wife winced as his hand dug into her skin painfully.

“Get out of my house! Leave us alone!! What God has joined together, let no man put asunder” Kingsley recited madly, his heart beating like a caged wild animal. His wife squirmed and struggled to be let free.

Angered by his attitude and seeing the fear in his daughter’s eyes, Kingsley’s father in-law and uncle in-law pounced on him, managed to wrestle his wife from his grip and began to fight him… using any and everything they could lay hands on to hit him. Surprisingly, he stopped fighting back and just let them beat him. Mentally, he was tired. His body was sore. His head hurt and now the blows they delivered tripled his hurt. But it was his heart that hurt the most. Kingsley fell to the ground and pretended to have fainted, shutting his eyes tight and occasionally jerking his leg as if in spasm. Fearing they had done the worst, his father and uncle in-law grabbed his wife’s luggage and fled the house, his wife following them without protest. He lay there, tired, weak and sad. Tears rolled down the side of his eyes as the image of his tired frustrated mother slid across his mind’s eyes. With a shaky intake of breath, he sighed and drifted off to sleep.

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He didn’t open his eyes but he felt the leg kick him… once… twice… a third time. Then he heard a gasp and a muttered cry. His eyes were too heavy; opening them was proving to be a chore. Then he heard frantic rustling. He heard another gasp, but this time, it sounded like excitement not horror. He heard a bag unzipping and managed to force one eye open. He saw nothing but a blurry movement akin to an apparition. The apparition has Ethel’s shape and it was stuffing something in her bag. His head called out to her. His heart called her name but his mouth didn’t make a sound. The vision on his open eye was getting clearer and from what his tired mind could make out, Ethel was stuffing money into her handbag. He tried to reach out to her but he couldn’t. His head throbbed painfully and to ease it, he closed his eyes yet again, and this time, fell into a deep sleep.

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Gift entered the living room, her heart melting at the sight of Kingsley lying, bruised and swollen on the floor. She tried to hate him, tried to give herself a reason not to pity him but she couldn’t. She was not that cold. She was glad to be free from his life but she didn’t like how her father and uncle had attacked him. He was a cruel, ungrateful young man, yes. But he was no criminal. Besides, he was the only son of a very wealthy business woman and no matter how upset his mother was with him at the moment, she would retaliate viciously if she found her only son in this state. Her father had wanted them to leave for the village almost immediately but she had refused. Now, staring at Kingsley’s beat-up body, she knew she couldn’t return and leave him here for dead. Feeling his pulse, she heaved a relieved sigh as it throbbed under her fingers. Then she noticed that the bag containing the money had been tampered with. She hoped nothing had been stolen from it. Without thinking, she grabbed the bag and took it into the bedroom, locked it up in his wardrobe and slipped the key into her pocket. She had to cook up a plan. Though she knew Kingsley was still alive, she needed to right the wrong her Father and uncle had done. With a frustrated sigh, she slipped out of the house to go get a taxi.

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Kingsley opened his eyes and shut it almost immediately. The lights were too bright and it made his head throb. He didn’t know where he was but his hands and head felt heavy, while his body seemed to float. He opened his eyes again, this time slowly, and looked around in confusion. He recognized the hospital paraphernalia and noticed that he was hooked up to some kind of intravenous fluid. He shut his eyes briefly and tried to remember how he had gotten here. His memory came in snatches; he remembered seeing Ethel stuffing money into her bag… He remembered hearing voices as they lifted him from a hard surface… He remembered the pains in his body… He remembered his father in-law hitting him across the head with a stool. He winced and opened his eyes in a bid to escape the pain of his last thought. The door opened and his wife walked in, looking relieved to find him awake. She closed the door behind her and placed a food flask by a small hospital table, trying to compose herself before turning to him with an uncertain smile.

“Good morning…” She said. She didn’t expect a response and was not surprised she got none.

She pulled a chair and sat beside his bed, staring at him, wondering what he was thinking. After a brief moment, she cleared her throat and started again.

“The doctor says you’re fine and that you should remain here for another three days strictly for observation purposes. Then after that, you can be allowed to go home.”

“Why did you come back?” He asked. Her look of surprise at his question almost made him smile.

“You were in a bad state. I couldn’t leave you like that. It wasn’t the right thing to do.” She replied sincerely.

“And my money?” His eyes pinned her intently. He noticed that she looked uncomfortable. A sudden anger bubbled inside him but he was too weak to let it show.

“Your money is still there… though… Not all of it.” She replied.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked.

“Well… When I returned to the house, I found out that the money bag had been tampered with. I took the liberty of counting it and that’s when I realized that some amount had been taken from it.” She paused and gulped air, hoping he believed her.

“How much was missing?” He sounded too calm in her ears. It didn’t seem natural to her.

“Two million.” She noticed his eyebrows shot up in surprise but he didn’t say anything. He turned away from her, his heart aching like he had been stabbed.

There was a long silence and Gift wondered if he would have her arrested and accused of stealing the missing money. Thinking hurriedly of a way out and her next course of action, she didn’t notice he was staring at her.

“What is your name?” He asked in a strange, distant voice.

“Gift” she replied automatically.

“Gift… Thank you for bringing me here.” He told her. Then almost immediately, he closed his eyes and then a few minutes later, she heard his soft, controlled breathing and knew he was asleep.

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Watching him sleep, his face turned peaceful and soft. His hair and beard had grown. There were fine lines under his eyes and by the side of his mouth. He looked pale, thin and fragile. Her heart melted. If he’d lived right and acted in the way and manner his mother wanted, he would be a wealthy, successful, handsome man. She’d heard rumours that his Father was a Jamaican but since he bore his mother’s family name, she didn’t know the truth about that. In all sincerity, Kingsley would have been every girl’s dream catch but his reckless living was a turn off. When her parents had convinced her to marry him, their plan had been strictly financial and she hadn’t been adverse to it. He was a British citizen with a wealthy Mother and no obstacle to inheriting millions. Being married to him meant that her life would be easy and her parents would be well taken care of. 

She hadn’t expected him to despise her existence and flaunt another woman before her. She hadn’t expected that two weeks after her marriage, she would be out of her husband’s house. 

She hadn’t expected her dreams to die even before they manifested. 

With a sigh, she reached out and touched his forehead. She wished she could somehow change his life… change his perspective and make him a better man; one his mother would be proud of. She didn’t think he deserved to be disinherited and she didn’t think her chances of being a rich man’s wife should be truncated. If somehow she should manage to change him, maybe, just maybe, his Mother might rescind her decision.

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Gift looked around the small Mini-Flat with a pleased smile. It was freshly painted, homely and warm. She had hung photos of them during their marriage on the wall and decorated the house in a simple, yet tasteful manner. Getting a mini-flat in Surulere, getting it ready and moving their furniture into it in two days was a miracle that took not only time, but loads of extra cash. She hoped Kingsley would not murder her for this. She got someone to drive his car down to their new compound because she couldn’t drive, then got ready to go get him from the hospital. Her father had been angry at her decision to remain with her husband, insisting that ‘the boy was cursed’ but Gift had defied him and chose to remain with Kingsley. Both her father and her uncle had washed their hands off her, telling her not to return home when it all blew up in her face. Gift had been resolute so they let her be. Her decision to move house had been necessary because she wanted Ethel out of the picture if she needed Kingsley to act right and responsible. Giving the living room one last look, she stepped out, locked the door behind her and headed out to get a taxi.

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During the drive back home, Kingsley pondered a lot of things. First, he wondered why the taxi was leaving the island and heading towards the mainland. Then he wondered why Gift was being so nice after he’d treated her like shit. Probably she had a secret plan to get back at him in a way he couldn’t quite figure out. Whatever the case, he chose to play it calm and observe. The taxi blended it’s way into Adeniran Ogunsanya and drove along smoothly before making a right turn into Tafawa Balewa Crescent. They drove down till the Taxi made another turn into a small close and stopped in front of a Newly renovated bungalow. Gift got down and hurried to his side of the car to help him out. The huge plaster on his forehead and the sling on his arm made him look like a drive-by victim and not for the first time, she cussed under her breath at her Father and Uncle’s excess liberty with the stool and their limbs.

Gift paid the taxi and led Kingsley towards a gate, opening it wide for him to pass through then rushing ahead to usher him to the entrance of a back flat. Kingsley looked around curiously but held his tongue. As she opened the door and showed him in, her heart pounded in fear and expectation. Kingsley stepped into the small living room and looked around him as she hurriedly shut the door behind her. He noticed that some of the furniture were from his flat in Dolphin. He saw framed photographs from their wedding hanging on the wall and tried not to grimace at the drunken smile plastered on his face. Still he said nothing and her fear mounted. She stepped in front of him, wringing her hands nervously, unsure what his reaction would be. He stood there staring at her, his expression deadpan.

“I — I moved house. Your mother had told — she had given you till the end of the month to leave and — and since you were incapacitated, I — I took the liberty of moving. I — I thought you needed a fresh start… A new — new beginning. Please don’t be mad at me, I beg you. I only did what I thought was best for you, as — as my husband.”

Her eyes brimmed in her desperate plea and something in his heart contracted. He stared at her, also fighting back tears. He’d realized in the last few days at the hospital that he had hurt people with his selfishness and he hated it, hated himself and hated what his recklessness had turned him to. He took a step towards her and pulled her into his arm, his good arm, pressing her body firmly to his, surprised at how soft she was. She smelled nice and felt good.

“Thank you…” He told her, then kissed the tears from her eyes with a softness that brought out more tears. A small glimmer of hope flashed in her heart as she held him tighter and surprisingly, felt a bulge just below her belly. And it wasn’t just a normal bulge… It was a huge, hard, impressive bulge and she trembled at the thought of what lay within his pants.

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

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