Tuesday, 5 December 2017

OMOLARA'S FAITH Episode 13 to 16

Continues..
“Ehen! Deji what’s there in life that you should
forget me na!” Lara queried.
“Nooo, bestie, its not like that na!” Deji laughed
as she sipped her glass of juice.
“Eh is like what? Tell me! Deji toh bad!” Lara
laughed again flopping beside her friend.
“Girlie, yan me, I heard Tony is sick?” Deji began
to say in a mocking tone.
“yes, he’s been ill.” Lara said carefully.
“I heard the only snake in his forest is dead?”
Deji asked again.
“Now Deji, don’t start! That’s so cruel…”
“So cruel?” Deji mimicked her.
“You don’t know how happy I was when I heard
the news! I danced ehn!” she looked excited.
“Deji!” Lara gave her a reprimanding look.
“What? Isn’t it worth celebration?” Deji laughed
“This isn’t fuuny” Lara frowned.
“You’re happy at the misfortune that has befallen
my marriage?”
“Which misfortune? When that man was
fraternizing with all the women in town, isn’t that
a misfortune!” Deji made a face.
“Deji please!” Lara looked offended.
Just then the beeper made a shrill sound.
“Excuse me bestie, Tony needs me now!” she got
to her feet in a hurry.
“come o!” Deji held her dress.
“so you don turn dog wey na beeper dem dey use
call you shey?”
the shrill sound came again, louder this time.
Lara pushed her friend’s hands away, rushing
towards Tony’s room.
Deji watched go, she clapped her hands in gossip
fashion. She quickly tip-toed after her friend.
“I’m just tired of being in here, can you take me
outside please?” Tony pleaded peering at Lara.
Lara wished she wouldn’t take him outside, she
feared Deji’s razor tongue.
“Lara? Anything wrong?” Tony patted her arm.
“Errrm, yea…no ” Lara helped him into the wheel
chair.
“okay…” Tony smiled as she wheeled him out of
the room.
They were at the hall way when they met Deji’s
mocking gaze.
“Good afternoon o, Mr Tony!” Deji made sure her
voice was loud and clear.
“Af’noon Deji, its been a long time.” Tony smiled.
“Yes o! I heard about your illness…errm…I mean
the paralysis of your legs and ….and…..your…”
Deji replied a mischievously smile playing on her
lips.
Tony didn’t miss the message she was trying to
pass across to him.
“lets go!” Lara whispered as she wheeled him out
trhought the back door.
“I’m sorry about Deji’s attitude…” she apologised
as she balanced him on the grass in the mini-
garden.
He simply nodded.
“You need a snack or something?”
“No, I’m okay.” he was reading some invisible
things on his palm.
“you don’t need anythin, anything atall?” Lara
searched his eyes.
“Yes, you can go now, your friend is waiting.” he
waved her off.
“Okay!” She sighed walking on the balls of her
feet out of the garden.
“welcome back! Iya Tony!” Deji quipped as her
friend walked in..
“Seriously what you did Deji was really bad! Do
you have to remind him of his problems?” Lara
feigned anger.
“Atleast he got the message!” Deji bit into her
meatpie.
“Deji…do you know you are too bad?” Lara
squeezed beside her.
“Oh yea! You need not remind me! Anyways,
we’ve gotta enjoy our lives o.” she quipped and
they laughed in unision.
Lara combed her hair and oiled it properly. She
had earlier on called her hair stylist that she’d be
coming that morning.
She wondered what hair style she’ll plait, she
loosed shuku yeterday, maybe this week she’d
use two-step or sade…
“Lara?” Tony called out interrupting her thoughts.
She rolled he eyes
“oooooh, pesin won’t rest again ni?” she hissed.
“Lara….”
she hissed again, she was beginning to get sick
and tired of Tony.
“Always Lara,Lara,Lara…na wetin sef!” she
frowned.
“Lara are you there?” Tony called out again.
“Ooooh, free me jor!” she whispered.
“Yes? I’m coming!” she put in a lot of effort for
her voice to become polite.
“Here am I.” she forced a smile.
“I can see…just wanted you around me.” he was
smiling too.
See this one o! When did that one start? Lara
thought.
“are you going out?” he asked.
“Erm, yes, I’m going to make my hair.” she
explained
“Hmmm, I’d be alone then…” he said in despair.
“Well, I need to go now.” she started walking
away.
“Okay.” he sighed.
He was sure going to miss her.
::::::*****:::::
Tony looked from Funke his mother in-law to his
parents, he wished Lara was at home; maybe
she might defend him some how…
“Thank God your wife is out, so we can discuss
properly.” Ifiora began to say.
“Yes, her absence is very essential.” Funke
chirped in, she personally thanked God Lara was
absent, she couldn’t bear those looks on her
face.
“Errrm..Tony, what has your wife got to say
about your illness?” Ifiora asked.
Tony looked away, what does he want him to
say…
“Tony, your father just asked you a question.”
Amara said impatiently
“Nothing.” Tony replied.
“What do you mean by nothing?” Funke asked
eyeing him.
“I think she should be in the best positin to
answer that.” he frowned. He had never had an
atom of respect for his mother in-law.
“Tony, you’l be travelling out of the country next
two weeks for your treatment…”
“I know that already.” Tony cut his father short.
He wondered why they all gathered a meeting
without informing him earlier.
“Good! What matters now is Lara, we can’t keep
her like this, she has a future.” Ifiora ignored his
son’s rudeness.
“What’s your point?” Tony asked grithing his
teeth, he was losing his temper.
“The point is you should divorce Lara, you fool!”
Amara shot at him.
Tony held her cold gaze for a while, he wondered
when he and his beloved mother became
enemies.
“I can’t divorce her!” he spat out.
“Why?” Funke sneered
“She is my wife, and I love her, our marriage is
sealed. Gerrit!” He glared at Funke.
“listen to me Tony! Love or no love, seal or no
seal, you must divorce lara! You can’t saddle her
with your disability! How far do you think she can
cope?!” Amara said menacingly.
“That’s none of your business! I wonder if
anyone has ever asked you to divorce your
husband!” Tony shot at her.
“You dare talk to me that way?” Amara made to
slap him but for the timely intervention of her
husband.
“No darling, you can’t do that, look at his
condition” Ifiora forced his wife back into her
seat.
“We’re here to rule out some case, not to fight.
Tony, Lara’s mum came to us, she wants you to
divorce her daughter…” Ifiora gestured towards
Funke.
“Yes o! Be ni! You must to divorce my daughter
o! My daughter can’t marry an impotent man o!
Lai lai!” Funke started to rant.
Amara exchanged looks with her husband.
“I meant it o! Its me Funke that talk it! I need
grand children, and they don’t fall from heaven
shey you know that! A man must to perform ni,
and when you can’t perform, we’ll look
elsewhere.” Funke’s body shook as she ranted,
her gold bangles making chiping sounds.
Tony bit his lower lips. Life could be cruel
sometimes.
“that’s so rude! We are not quarelling here!”
Amara tried to pacify Funke.
“Robb ke! Mentholatum ni! The quarell has just
begun niye o! Tell your impotent son to divorce
my daughter o!” Funke turned to face Amara
agressively.
“Please calm down.” Ifiora told her.
“See who is talking! Like father like son! Who
knows maybe you too is an impotenti?…”
“You don’t dare insult my husband!” Amara shot
back at her.
“How can you become this lousy? Is it how you
yoruba’s behave?”
“Behave ke! You will soon see behaviour! Let me
go and tell her fathers people that’s when you’ll
see the real Yoruba behaviour. Oshi!” Funke
yelled at her before stamping out the room.
Amara gaped at her. People change so easily,
could this be the same woman whom they
lavished so much money on?
“Good day!” Lara smiled as walked into the
sitting room.
“Welcome.” Tony replied, he didn’t return her
smile.
“How have you been? Hope I didn’t stay for too
long?” she squatted beside him.
“Fine.” he looked away.
“Are you okay?” lara noticed the worried look on
his face.
“I’m okay.”
Lara watched him for a while, she knew definitely
this bad mood wasn’t cos of her, perhaps
something went wrong.
“I heard your parents came alongside my mother
while I was away…” she tried again.
“Yes.”
“What did they come to do? I mean what did
they say?” she asked.
“Nothing…they just came to say hi to us!” Tony
was still avoidng her eyes.
“thats not true!” Lara knew he was lying.
Tony bit his lower lip.
“please tell me what happened.” she pleaded
patting his arm.
“your mum wants this marriage to be dissolved.”
he blurted out.
She laughed quitely
“So is that why you’re moody?”
“yes…she called me names…even my parents
got their share of the insults!” the words seem to
come out through his teeth.
Lara rubbed her forehead…her mother was
impossible.
“Don’t mind her! Okay?” she tried to sound calm.
“Lara…its just that…I errm….don’t..don’t want
you to leave me, you’re all I have now…please…”
he squeezed her palms.
“I’m not leaving” she assured him.
Their gaze locked for what seemed like eternity,
till Lara looked away.
“Lemme get you something to eat, care for some
fish peppersoup? I bought fresh fish from the
water side…” she tried to sound cheerful.
“I’m already salivating.” Tony rubbed his
stomach.
“Now you’re joining me in the kitchen…” Lara
laughed as she wheeled him towards the kitchen.
*
To be Continued

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