Once Upon A Century...

CHAPTER - 10

"She went to that her friend's house... what's her name again?"

"Kiki? Mummy, what have you done this time!"

"I didn't do anything to her. I only scolded her a little. Or is this how she leaves your house when you're out on your numerous trips? Is she this promiscuous?"

"Mummy please!" He barked. The fierceness in his voice shocked her, making her hold the phone away from her ear.
"I won't have you talk about Tiara like that! That's your daughter-in-law for goodness sake! I'm getting on the next available flight to Nigeria. And you better pray mom, you better pray nothing's happened to her because if anything happens to my wife, you will lose me too!"

The line went dead before she could utter any word. Not that she had anything to say.
She blew out hot air and glanced subconsciously to the wall clock before saying a little prayer.

Lord Jesus, please keep her safe wherever she may be. If you can help me with this one, I'll never taunt her again, please lord...

She held her hands out in front of her in prayer position as her eyes watered but she blinked the tears away.

Chief Mrs Davis would never be caught crying.

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Fikayo tapped his foot impatiently as he sat in the backseat of a taxi. His mind had drifted to many thousand scenarios and they were breaking him. His eyes carefully roamed and searched each street as the car zoomed pass, hoping to see her somewhere. Anywhere.

Where could his baby be?

Could she have left him?

Did she get tired of all the bullshit she was being served by his family and finally upped and left his sorry ass?

No. She couldn't do that even if she wanted to. She loved him more than life itself. That, he was sure of. A little hope hung in the air and he inhaled it, filling his lungs with it.

Another sour feeling clawed at his insides. This one troubled him more than the others.

Had his beloved wife left life itself instead of leaving him?
He tried to get rid of the huge lump that formed in his throat. He wrestled with his tie, ripped it off his collar and sent it flying out the window.

"Can you step on it? Drive this car or I'll come do it neatly for you!" He snapped at the chauffeur who simply observed him from the rare view mirror from beneath his black face cap, wondering what could be eating him up alive.

People who lived in this part of the city should have no worries at all.

He thought to himself.

"Sorry sir, we're almost there." He said and peeled off his face cap which left a faint mark round his bald scalp. He picked a paper on which the address was scribbled and took one final glance at it as he cornered a street.

"We're here." He pulled up in front of one of the mansions which was surrounded by identical mansions with perfectly manicured lawns that formed a beautiful sea of greenery screaming luxury. The fragrance of roses hung loose in the air and the chauffeur caught a glimpse of the red flower through the see-through gate.

Fikayo hopped down from the car before the chauffeur could come to a full stop, and dashed for the gate.

"Em... Sir! Your luggages. I'll quickly offload them." The driver called after him. He halted in his hurried steps and tapped around his pockets for his wallet.