TITLE: The Village Girl EPISODE: 11 AUTHOR: D C Nkado * Cynthia did not wait for him to ask. Ive sent her away, she responded to his Baby, how you doing? with, turning away ever unceremoniously. What? Ive sent your village girl away. Richards eyes froze on her for a moment. Then he dropped his black case. You must be joking. He started towards Mmas room. Cynthia pulled down her cheeks and turned back to her iPad. In a moment Richard was in the sitting again. Where is she? His voice was high. Stella came out then. She stood aside watching them in the silent and mindless way people used to observe their neighbor couples quarreling. Cynthia picked her novel, Amanda Quicks The Wicked Widow, and her other phone and started towards the room. Richard drew her back. I asked you a question. Cynthia appeared surprised, as if unable to believe his voice could get that high. She scowled at him. I already told you I sent her away. If you want to f*ck her again, go back to the same place you picked her from. Richards palm met her cheek with a harsh tawam sound. It could have been on impulse because even the slapper himself looked more surprised than the person he slapped. Richard, did you just slap me? Over some smelling bush girl? Cynthia looked more disappointed than upset. She threw her items on the couch and stormed off into their room. Richard dropped on the couch and sank deep into it. His heart was racing and he felt dizzy. He leaned out of the chair and buried his face in his hands. Stella crept away. The sound of rolling plastic wheels on tiled floor jerked Richard alert. Cynthias eyes scanned the space. Stella! Stella! Ma! Take this downstairs. Stellas eyes grew wider. Ma? I said take the box downstairs! Stella began to roll the tall box away. Richard stood up. He felt a sharp icy quiver and nearly lost balance. Cynthia opened her hand bag and started throwing the items she left on the couch inside. Her set of white headphones went in last. Baby. Richard made to hold her. She pushed his hand away and disappeared through the door. That night when she called Vanessa from her room in her fathers house in GRA Ikeja and told her what had happened, what Stella had told her and how Richard had slapped her on top of it, Vanessa did not get mad. She only asked her to calm down that she would come by and see her tomorrow. But the most surprising thing was that Vanessa went to see Richard first. Stella opened the door for her. Good morning, Ma. Where is your master? Oga is in his room. Richard came out wearing his long sleeping robe which Cynthia often teased him that he looked like a magician from Middle Earth in it. He finally stopped wearing the garment but he did not allow Cynthia to throw it away like she did any of his wearable she asked him to stop wearing. Oh my god, Richard you look so stressed out. How are you, Vanessa? Richard said. He tried to smile but failed. His entire face was without life, like when one had drank poison and just waiting for death. He sat down and Vanessa quickly joined him in the couch. Richard, you look awful really. Her hand was on his thigh. Richard tried again to smile. It was more productive this time, at least. Im ok. Oh no, you are not. I mean look at you. She reached to straighten the collar of his garment. Richard nodded, projecting a near moronic face. Dont worry, well get you back in no time. Its just a minor complication. Things will be okay. Richard so wanted to ask her what in gods name she was saying or even what she had really come to do, but he dithered. Here, Ma. Vanessa turned to collect the wine glass from Stella. Her face twisted. And you, you are the maid, are you not? Yes. Why did you tell your Madam that your master slept in Mmas room. Is that part of your job, gbo? Stella went still like rock. Richards brows rose at her. Stella, did you say anything to your Madam? Stella was shivering and stammering. After Richard barked at her to go inside and pack her things and she entered the room, Vanessa rubbed Richards chest and told him to calm down and not to get himself all worked up again. So do you know where the girl is now? she asked after Richard had settled back in his seat. I dont know. She doesnt have a mobile, does she? Richard shook his head. Vanessa sighed. This is serious. I must say my friend has acted a bit too irrational. The poor girl was pregnant for gods sake. Her voice went quieter. But then who would blame her? She turned to pick her wine glass. Richard stared at her with expressionless eyes. She was short, yet not small. In fact,one would think twice before calling her short. Maybe on days she wasnt on a high heeled shoe, which was never. She had clean dark skin like Mmas but then, no one could actually tell because like her friend, make-up was her close relative. She sipped from her glass. I think its best we go looking for her. Slight interest permeated Richards face. We should? Vanessa nodded. Yes. But where would we start? We can drive to Jibowu. Thats where those eastern people go to board bus to the East. Those eastern people. Richard wondered if she wasnt from the East herself. She might have gone since yesterday. Maybe. She sipped her wine and dropped the glass. Or maybe not. She could have missed her bus. And no one actually knows if she had enough cash. Ok. Yes. Go change. Ok. He rose. Stella appeared out of the hallway with her bag. Richard counted her salary and gave her. Oga, you must forgive me. I did not-- Will you disappear from this place! Thats how you people go about breaking homes everywhere. Comon, si ebea gbafuo osiso! She hissed and crossed her legs. Richard walked quietly into the room. Blinding rays of early morning sun hit her face and she opened her eyes. She rose and folded her Ghana-Must- Go which she had used as pillow to her belly. She put one palm to her mouth and yawned. Her head ached badly. It could have been hunger. She finally rose and picked her wrapper. She must hurry to be sure she did not miss her bus again. WATCHOUT FOR EPISODE 12 BE FREE TO share your THOUGHT and * COMMENT with EPISODE 12 and the full story will be send to your message inbox but you must like this PAGE . in order to receive it fast in 34sec.. Lol #am sori it come late#feranmi nani
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 22:43:02 +0000
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