Kaylah threw herself on the chair, gaped at Malcolm, who still felt the sting of her anger as he rubbed the part of the cheek where her vicious slap had landed.
Malcolm: “Can we get going?” he managed to say.
Kaylah still angry,
Kaylah: “What happens to Ifiok?”
Malcolm could hardly believe his ears; was he in a reverie or had Kaylah lost touch with sanity.
Malcolm: “What happens to a criminal?”
Kaylah: “He is not a criminal!”
He shook his head and threw the hands in the air,
Malcolm: “Then, please, tell me, is kidnapping not a criminal offence?” she rested her head on the chair as he folded the arms.
Tears, steaming, rolled down her cheeks and it burnt her cheeks. Malcolm sat close to her, he knew she was angry but didn’t know her to calm her down. In silence they just sat looking opposite directions. At that moment she hated Malcolm. Why would he do that? She thought. After thirty minutes of silence Kaylah decided to use the axe to break the frozen silence,
Kaylah: “I am going back home. I won’t stay here in Lagos!”
Kaylah: “Yes! I’m staying back to fight and I must sort for ways of proving to the world that Ifiok isn’t a top criminal!”
Malcolm with words stolen by the insane decision shook his head,
“You don’t have to say anything!”
She stood up dragging the handle of her bag and flung it on the shoulders.
Malcolm heaved, stood up and jacked his bag too,
Malcolm: “ I’m staying with you!” she bite her lower lips, nodded and they left the airport.
They flew back home, and in the cab, she sat with the thoughts of Ifiok weaving in and out of her mind. She rested her head on the window of the car. They were both seated at the back,
Malcolm: “I’m sorry!” he grabbed her hand; she nodded in a vigorous manner, “ I didn’t know his arrest would get to you this way!” he added with a pinch of jealousy. Was she in love with Ifiok? He thought. He couldn’t stand the sight of Kaylah marrying another man. For a long time, he had been itching for the opportunity to tell her the truth about her real parents. He knew his parents adopted her. He had found out the day he was looking for some credentials in his parents room when he stumbled on the papers- the adoption papers. Into her eyes, he stared crazing for her lips and wishing he could just tell her, “Baby,marry me!” that would sound absurd to the world who believe they are siblings but to him that would be the ideal thing to do for they are lovers. He was in love with her and that was a feeling he wasn’t ready to forget about.
Kaylah: “I’m sorry too!”she slide into his arms, “I’m sorry for over reacting!” he rubbed her hair and placed his nose on it.
Malcolm: “ Are you in love with Ifiok?” he couldn’t hold it anymore.
She raised her head, peered into his eyes and smiled at him,
Kaylah: “You think so?” smiled again.
She could smell jealousy from afar whenever she saw one. The question exposed Malcom’s ignorance and he felt shy like one who had displayed a little form of childishness. He grinned,
‘No, I’m not!” she smiled and returned the head to where it was.
Getting to the house they were shocked to hear that their parents were back. It was Bassey, the gateman that told me. It was supposed to be a surprise.
Bassey: “ Ah, una don come back?” he expressed his shock to see them back for they had bade him good bye that they were going to Lagos.
Kaylah smiled and Malcolm who most times flared up at Bassey who had the knack for unnecessary questioning replied,
Malcolm: “We changed our mind!”
Bassey: “Okay o!” he locked the gate, “Oka and Maram don come back iyo!” he said in his funny accent.
They were surprised, “Really?” they chorused.
He nodded and added,
Bassey: “Jus’ na! Jus na!”
Malcolm sighed as Kaylah dashed into the room, screaming,
Kaylah: “Mummy! Daddy!” she barged into the room and flung herself on her mother who was sitting. They both landed on the bed in a tight embrace. Her father smiled. The mother and daughter were in sobs, “I missed you mum!”
Mrs Assanga: “I missed you, baby!” she cuddled her.
Mr Assanga: “There’s no need for the tears!” as he sat by the edge of the bed.
Malcolm: “Welcome dad,” he had just entered.
They hugged each other,
Mr Assanga: “Thank you for handling your sister’s case with maturity!”
Malcolm: “If I don’t take care of her. Who would?”
Kaylah and Mrs Assanga were seated as they all broke into giggles,
Kaylah: “Go joor!” she pushed him away as he stroked her cheek.
He hugged his mother,
Malcom: “So happy to have you back, mum!” he kissed her fore head.
Mrs Assanga: “I couldn’t be happier baby!” She drew Kaylah closer as the three of them were knitted in an embrace.
Mr Assanga: “and doesn’t daddy deserve some sugars too?” he said with arms opened as they rush at him.
They sat on the bed together. Their parents narrated how their journey was and how the operation was done successfully, “I almost died of tension just like when your mother was in labour with you…” Mrs Assanga grunted and he stopped,he was looking at Malcolm who in turn looked towards Kaylah who was carried away by the warmth of Mrs Assanga’s embrace.
Kaylah jumped out of bed,
Kaylah: “Lemme quickly prepare your favourite Afang soup!”
She argued with her parents who said they would all go and eat out. Malcolm and Kaylah insisted she cooks for them.
As they both went out of the room, Nadia jerked from the couch. She had been in the house for close to an hour. They were taken aback,
Malcolm stood in her face, grinding the teeth,
Malcolm: “What are you doing here again?”
Nadia giving a mischievous smile,
Nadia: “I came for the last time before going ahead to do that which is the needful, “ she gesticulated.
They were both fuming,
Malcolm: “What part of hell do you belong?” Nadia smirked.
Kaylah moved closer as they stared into each other’s eyes,
Kaylah: “Go to hell!”
Nadia moved away smiling,
Nadia: “my terms are simple gimme your title and the story of incest, “ she smiled looking at the tow of them, “wouldn’t see the light of the day or else…”
Malcolm was done. He wouldn’t stand and listen to the poisonous Nadia spread venom all over the house. She was trying to hurt Kaylah but he wouldn’t let that happen.
Malcolm: “Oh,else what?”
They had dragged themselves to the dining area where their voices wouldn’t be heard.
Nadia: “Use the information I have to bring you all down!”
Kaylah was afraid she didn’t know what to do. Was she to plead with Nadia or just let her have the crown?
Malcolm: “Please, go ahead!”
Nadia looked at him, was he serious at all? Kaylah looked at him too, “Yes, please, go ahead!” Kaylah pinched him it was a plea so he wouldn’t provoke the demons in Nadia- he had damned the consequences; the opportunity had presented itself.
“ Let the whole world know that we are lovers and not siblings!”
They were both surprised, he turned to Kaylah,
Malcolm: “Yes, Kaylah. You were adopted!”
She shook her head,
Kaylah: “No! No! It can’t be! Mummy! Daddy!” she ran into their parent’s room in tears.
They were surprised to see her in tears, Mr Assanga jumped down from the bed,
Mr Assanga: “Why are you crying, sweetie?”
She stood shaking as tears trickled down into her mouth,
Kaylah: “Please, tell me, it isn’t true!”
Mrs Assanga threw her arms around her as they sat down,
Mr and Mrs Assanga chorused, “What is it?”
Kaylah: “That I was adopted!”
They both froze as their eyes locked in each other’s. Tears gathered in their eyes. it was all over- the secret had been revealed. They had intended to tell her that day. Mr and Mrs Assanga looked away sobbing.
Kaylah stood up her eyes feasted on them,
Kaylah: “So it’s true! That I am not your daughter! And no one cared to ever tell me!” tears rolled as her chest became hot. She was angry.
Mr and Mrs Assanga tried reaching out to her but she dashed out of the room sobbing. She ran passed Malcolm and Nadia, while Malcolm followed her. Mr and Mrs Assanga were left befuddled with their heads buried in their hands.
Questions: Where is Kaylah going to? Would she ever forgive her adopted parents for keeping such secret from her? What’s the fate of Ifiok? Is he going to be killed?
…. Stay tuned for Episode 14 (You don’t wanna miss this!)
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