Friday, July 31, 2015

Till Lies Do Us Part - Chapter 9

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Daniella’s heart been to race as the bus drew closer to her stop. She needed to play her part right and make that bus paused at her bus stop. Victor sat naively next to her. His mouth dried from anxiousness. She’d warned him not to speak to her until she said something to him. He was to pretend they’d never met before. Victor noticed his palms began to shake and when he leaned over to ask her about what she was about to do, Daniella screamed.

“Stop touching me!” she yelled at Victor, her eyes full of fright. “Driver, stop this bus right now. What kind of passengers do you have on your bus?” the conductor came to her aid. “Madam weytin happen?” Daniella began, “Since we got into this bus, this man has been touching me. I was trying not to alarm anybody but I need to get off the bus right now.” She complained impatiently. Her spirit bursting with anticipation of what will happen next.

“Oga na true?”

Victor wanted to explain but he was just as shocked as the other passengers in the bus. “I…I…” he stammered looking back at Daniella for help.

“Just shut up okay! Just shut up! Look at him, just look at him,” the conductor did as she said and one look at Victor and he was easily convinced that Victor was guilty as charged.

Daniella began to cry. “Just let me out,” she said to the conductor.

“Samiko,” the driver called for his conductor.

“Yes, oga,”

“Weytin dey cause all that noise there?” he asked and his conductor explained.

“Oya make them come out. I no want noise inside my motor.”

“Boss them never pay o,” the conductor yelled back as he eyed Daniella and Victor suspiciously but Daniella immediately shut her eyes and another drop of tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Make them carry their bad luck commot.” The driver said nastily and stopped the bus right at the next stop which Daniella had hoped for.

“You hear weytin my oga talk, oya make una come down,” he said to them and one after the other they were let off the bus along with other passengers.

Once out, Daniella’s stomach rumbled with excitement. She began to laugh uncontrollably. She’d done it again, she’d succeeded!

“What the hell happened back there?” Victor asked angrily. He was one thing, but he was not a molester.

“What happened back there just saved us so cheer up.” he stared at her as if she was crazy. Daniella’s plan had flourished and gotten her fifteen minutes away from home but further away from Victor’s destination.

Unlike the first time where she left without a word, this time she looked up at him, waiting for him to call the next shot.

“Umm… my sister’s place is a bit further away from here but thanks for getting me closer.” he said, placing his hands inside his pockets.

“Oh I see. So I guess you will be leaving now?” Victor couldn’t tell if it was the thought of him leaving that kept that look of pain plastered on her face or if it was the shoes she had on.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at the way she leaned sideways to release pressure from one foot. He knew nothing about this girl or her story so he didn’t want to jump into conclusions on what he thought she was doing at this late hour with the kind of clothes she had on.

Daniella frowned when she noticed his eyes were on her. She didn’t like anyone looking at her in such a manner. She wasn’t a whore. “Yeah, it’s just this…” she shook one of her long legs.

“Where do you live I can take you home.” She looked at him crazy, as if he was the one who needed help instead. “But only with your permission.” he quickly added.

“It’s alright, I’m okay… I wouldn’t want to add to your worries.” But what were his worries? Victor asked himself and in that moment he became unsure of himself. Could she see them? Was he walking around looking like a wounded man?

“No, no, I insist. Let me take you home.” he wrapped her arms around his shoulders and they began their journey. As they drew closer to Daniella’s home, she told him to stop. Victor hesitated but the look she gave him told me not to argue. Daniella didn’t want him seeing where she lived, she feared he would jump to a hasty conclusion about her.

“I hope you find your sister.” She said as he turned around to leave.

“You know what? I’m not really sure if she would be there. The last time I spoke to Ester was five years ago when I …” he quickly caught myself.

“When you?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about it, just go home and be safe okay?”

“Well if you don’t mind, I could offer you a place to lay your head for the night. It’s the least I can do after what you’ve done for me tonight.” she cautiously stated.

Victor always had good luck with trouble. It just knew how to draw him in and consume him, but for tonight, he really needed a reliable place to stay. He wouldn’t want to march down to Ester’s place and not find her there so he took Daniella’s generous offer.

“Sooo, what’s your name?” he asked. She paused, contemplating if it was the right move to make.

“I’m Daniella.” She finally said.

“Daniella.” he repeated, nodding his head to the sound of her name.

“Yeah I know. My parents thought it was nice to disguise our family’s current situation by giving me a fancy name.”

“Hmm. I see. My name victor by the way. My parents… well, I don’t know what they were thinking when they named me. Unlike you, I don’t have a story to my name so you should be thankful.” He had to pause for a minute because that was the first time in months that he’d spoken to anyone about his family. It was as if they were in a give and take situation. The more she spoke and accompanied it with a welcoming smile, the more she made him open my mouth and want to spill out his hundred years secrets.

“My family doesn’t have much but we are trying. You seem like someone who has tasted wealth before so what’s your story?” she asked.

“My father is a business man. I was too but not anymore.” He replied easily.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, a bit dumbfounded. “So what happened?” She waited for a story and Victor wished he could give it to her.

“Story for another day.” The bitter taste of what his life had been and what it was now hit me his pride hard. Would I have to go back to my father who disowned me? He asked himself. His father had warned him that if he married Cynthia, he would no longer be a son of his. He never settled well with her from the instant he’d introduced her to him. He would have rather loved to see him wedded to one of his friend’s daughter but Victor had been rebellious and went against his father’s will. And yes, Cynthia in the end did become his down fall.

She pointed to a faint light from a faraway distance. “That’s my house. It might not be what you’re used to but it’s the best I can do at the moment.” But compared to where he’d been for the past years, he couldn’t complain.

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Thank you guys for always reading,