A Daughter’s Revenge Episode 19
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🙎 A Daughter’s Revenge EPISODE NINETEEN:
PREVIOUSLY ON A DAUGHTER’S REVENGE:
..Linda advised me against the idea of quitting my job because of Oga Emma. She encouraged me to ignore his empty thrèàts.
‘…why on earth would you even think of quitting your job because of Oga Emma? Look, those thrèàts are all empty ones. Shame wouldn’t allow him to bring the matter to the public. All he’s trying to do is to subject you under pressure so you would succumb to his lûśtful desire,’she paused. ‘Though I would advise you to milk him more. This is a very big opportunity for you to turn into a millionaire overnight. All it would cost you is just for you to be opening your legs for him and enrich yourself. But you don’t take advice all In the name of living a holy life,’ Linda said to me amid my confused state of mind that day.
So one fateful day, I was in a shop playing with my phone as there was no customer to attend to. I sighted some men marching into the shop. And at their back was Oga Emma with a very long face.
Fear immediately gripped me down to my marrow. My heart sank into my stomach.
‘God, please let it not be that my dream is about coming to pass..’, I was praying amid panic.
THE CONTINUATION:
I was of the wish for the ground to open, swallow me and never vomit me out again.
At my stand inside the shop, I trembled to think what Oga Emma was up to and what my fate would be.
I panickingly watched as they were marching into the shop like angry soldiers.
The angry sound of their boots sent fear into my bone marrow.
Just then, one of them pulled the entrance glass door wide open and the two entered.
I did not see Oga Emma with them again. As I observed, I saw him outside attending to a call.
‘G-g-good a-a-afternoon sirs’, I stammered.
‘Young lady, how are you?’, one of them asked me with a ‘mean face’.
‘I-l- i am fine,’ I stuttered.
‘Young lady, the way you are sweating under air conditioning, are you sure you are okay?,’ the other person asked.
‘Yes’, I nodded.
Amidst our conversation, Oga Mba came out from his office space.
‘You people are welcome’, Oga Mba greeted them.
‘Thank you very much,’ they replied in unison.
‘You must be the owner of this shop?,’ they almost ask my Oga in unison.
‘Yes,’ Oga Emma replied. ‘I hope all is well?,’ he added.
‘Well, I must tell you, all is not well..’, the senior one among them was saying as they marched towards the place my Oga was standing while I pretended to be busy at my end.
They were military men. I have seen the camouflage they were wearing inside.
Did they come with Oga Emma for my arrest or what? What’s the problem because from their looks, all is not well indeed.. I was asking myself while still observing Oga Emma.
When he was done with his call, he came inside the shop with àćrîmôñîôûs. He saw me and was marching towards me. It was then I knew there was prôbłèm. But Immediately he found out that my boss was around, he diverted his movement towards him and changed his countenance with immediate effect.
‘Oh, Mba, I was about to ask your girl about you?’, he said. Although I knew very well he was pretending.
‘Okay, I am here o,’ my boss replied.
‘Mba o, this one Ndi soldier surround you like this, I hope all is well?,’ Oga Emma asked him in Igbo.
It was then I realized they were not together as I initially thought. That I was only being tormented by my guilty conscience.
‘Emma all is not well,’ my boss replied.
Just then, the soldiers left the shop shaking their heads in disappointment and anger.
‘Mba what’s the problem? This one they are leaving, shaking their heads in disappointment like a hunter who missfired his last bûłèt, what happened?,’ Oga Emma added.
‘They sold a fàkè laptop to one of them. And the worst part of it is that he doesn’t remember the particular shop where he bought the laptop again,’ he explained.
‘Receipt nko?’, he asked.
‘That reciept is fàkè too because the name and address doesn’t exist as long as this market is concerned,’ he added.
‘He must have fallen into the trap of ‘Ndi Oso-Afia’ be that o,’ he said.
‘Exactly my thought’, my boss concord.
They continued with the conversation. Oga Emma spent about an hour having a discussion with my boss. At the end, they left together to go eat. Because my boss’ wife didn’t come to the shop that very day, if not, she would have brought food for my boss.
I feared that the dream of me being arrested by Oga Emma was about coming to pass but thank God I was wrong. However, I was very much sure that Oga Emma came to make trouble with me at the initial time but the presence of my boss was what thwarted his plan.
And from what just happened, Linda was very right. Oga Emma would not like the issue to be public. Because, firstly, people would definitely blame him and he would likely lose the case against me. Secondly, it would likely bring problems in his marriage. Because his wife, a legal practitioner(Senior Advocate Of Nigeria (SAN)), would not take such an insult from him. After all, if it was môñèy, she has her own môñèy and, very well educated as well.
On a very fateful Sunday, Oga Emma called and started talking rûbîśh on the phone as usual. But trust me, I addressed him very well.
‘Hello, please who is this?’, I asked. Although I know he was the one, I just wanted to play a smart one on him.
‘Oh, so you don’t have my number on your phone again, ehn?’, he asked.
‘Please I will end this call if you are not ready to tell me who you are,’ I said with every seriousness.
‘Bia Martha, I can see that you have grown so many wings..’
I ended the call even before he could finish his statements.
TO Be Continued
