Aku catches Nku and her husband
The tears could not stop trickling as she covered her face with her hands. She wished she didn’t return home early to overhear her husband planning her divorce with Nku, the beautiful- handsome one he could die for. Their escapade was real. Even in the grave they wished to cuddle and sleep on; She had not heard such words after Sen. Madu’s ring sank into her finger. Aku kept their chastity even when mummy-looks boys pulled her way back in Lagos. She shook her Brazilian hair, started stroking into it as she wept and dashed on the marbled floor like a kid denied of cookies. Her eyes became watery, with her whole skin going crimson. At that moment nothing was more important than folding her thick lips, cupping her jaw and shedding unending tears that soaked her jeans. “Love isn’t fair, to some others, it doesn’t exist. But many have died through it.” She inwardly realized, staring into the floor.
The moonlight lit hugely and Nku loomed on. He thought about what settling down with Sen. Madu would look like. As he walked around with his right hand on his cheeks, his belly movement could even attest to their love. He was startled at the sight of Aku sipping at her beer by the edge of the garden. Five bottles were already empty and crushed on the floor. Four bottles looked chilled on the table with one frosting hugely. Nku counted them with his pouted lips.
“I never knew you to be an alcoholic,” said Nku,
“Sometimes with our heavy hearts we realize we can do anything.”
“Drinking is a bad drive,” said Nku.
She cut in, “Yet it seems to be the only message our heavy hearts understand,” she said and raised a bottle. “Cheers to your first appearance in court tomorrow.” She shot a stern stare at Nku.“But are you in love with him? Are you in love with my husband?” she asked.
“No,” Nku shyly rubbed his eyes. “No. I can say it to his face, before the whole world. I can poison your beer and drink from it to prove my innocence.”
“Not my own beer. May your words justify you tomorrow. You may have to leave my presence, Nk. The moon light and fresh air deserves some privacy,” she said and gulped down a bottle of beer.
A blue Toyota jeep halted at the lawn outside the hospital. Dr Eze alighted, looking all smiles as he went in the car to fetch out his laboratory coat. His smile was still held within delightful countenance. The two nurses seemed to be possessed by his smile as their smile came dilated. They walked back into the hospital, leaving Dr Eze in the twilight of Monday morning. He vainly stood on the lawn with his hands on the waist, before he fumbled his pocket for his phone to quickly catch up with the call that just buzzed.
Onlookers suddenly shrieked. They were chanting on the top of their voices. A strange Benz saloon had run into Dr Eze, and sped away. His head and phone had smashed on the lawn and thick blood trickled through like a child’s urine on the floor. He convulsed for a while before relaxing to give up the ghost. His tongue stuck out after tasting death.
Azuaka Jnr and Opula paid his bereaved family a visit at their Victoria Island home. Opula could not fight back her tears and Azuaka Jnr wiped a tear in his eyes as they saw his young beautiful wife and only son. The little boy happily ran to them with arms wide spread. His wife stared in the air with her arms cupping her jaw. Her eyes looked reddened after drying up her tears bed. The little boy picked up the large frame picture of Dr Eze and said to Azuaka Jnr, “See daddy. See his smiling face,” He kept pointing into his smiling stilled face. And Azuaka held him and rubbed his undercut hair. Dr Eze’s smiles had always been there and Azuaka wondered if he could still keep it up in the grave. Azuaka was judging Opula with his stone face. He quickly stood up and walked outside.
Opula walked to his side and he said. “May his soul rest in peace! They will never be another family doctor like him.”
“It is already staring at us,” Opula said, still staring at Dr Eze’s wife.
“And tomorrow is your second court appearance, eh? I can guess who will die next.”
“No oneis dying.”
Azuaka Jnr cut in, “Life and death are not in your hands, Op. If only someone like you will back off.”
“I ain’t backing off.”
“Your next testifier then joins Dr Eze in the grave that is if the bullet missed your forehead.”
Opula shut her eyeswearingly and sighed. “My next testifier is Nku.”
Azuaka shot a stare at her.“The same Nku that is missing at the hospital, perhaps, back to his lover?”
“I called him earlier today and he promised to testify against Senator Madu.”
“And his whereabouts?”
“Discrete for now.”
“Discrete? What’s the name of the charm he used on you way back in Enugu?”
“What do you mean?”
“Yes, because the charm is really effective. Maybe I need to update my charm. You know what, the charm he is using on you right now is promise-and-fail and I wish you wouldn’t feel too comfortable while in the seat of your hater.”
“Oh stop that!” she barked. “See,Az, this is the time I need you. I need your media support. I must win this case. I want my man back.”
“Heh, Opula, I told you. I backed off some time ago. This life is too sweet to sauce it with death. Just hop in let’s go.”
Trouble loomed on…