A Daughter’s Revenge Episode 10
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🙎 A Daughter’s Revenge EPISODE TEN:
I must confess, I slept with one eye open that night until daybreak. I finally had a deep breath of relief after Mr Ojo had left the house for work that morning.
He came back from work late that day. He was in a celebratory mood. He bought enough chicken suya and juice drinks. He rejected his supper I made for him on the grounds that he needed something light that night.
‘Martha, where are you going?’, he asked me as I was about to leave the sitting room for my room.
‘I am going to my room’, I replied.
‘To do what?’, he asked.
‘I want to sleep’.
‘Come on, Martha. There’s no sleeping tonight. This night is meant for celebration. Please come and celebrate with me. I just landed a jackpot. I landed a very big contract today. So join me in the celebration’, he added.
‘Thank you sir. I am filled already’, I turned down his offer politely.
‘Come on! Are you still angry about what happened last time? Okay, I am sorry for that. Let a bygone be a bygone. It was the devil. And I promise you, that won’t happen again,’ he apologized. ‘Please come and celebrate with me. You are the only family I had right now’.
From the look on his face, he was very remorseful. But It was very difficult for me to believe that Mr Ojo could be this apologetically. Because he was a very arrœgànt man full of ego . And to crown it all, he was a béàst.
‘Congratulations to you sir. I am very happy for you. But my stomach is filled and I can’t force it,’ I insisted otherwise.
‘Martha, if indeed you are happy for me, then you have to celebrate with me,’ he insisted.
I later succumbed to pressure after much insistence from him. Atleast, let it not be as if I was an enemy of progress. Though I was very much careful because he who dined and wined with the dèvîł had to do so with a long spoon.
I reluctantly went inside the kitchen and brought a plate with me to the sitting room.
‘And what’s that plate for?’, he queried.
‘To fetch my own share. I want to take it to my room and eat..’, I replied.
‘No. Wash your hands, eat and drink with me here,’ he insisted.
Hesitatingly, I washed my hands. Then sat down, but far from him and began ate the meat with him. You need to see how happy he was. Although the meat was very tasteless in my mouth, I had to force myself to eat so as to fulfill all righteousness.
I was taking the juice drink to step down the meat while he was taking bottles of alcoholic drinks. Big stout. That was his brand.
He engaged me in a discussion.
‘I have pursued this contract for almost a year now. It’s a multimillion contract. I thought I wouldn’t get the contract again. I have given up. In fact, I have lost all hope. But look at me today, celebrating in joy. Is God not so good?’.
‘He’s good’, I muttered.
The discussion continued.
But at some point, he asked me to go get him his phone from his bedroom.
I left the sitting to go get the phone for him.
On getting to the passage door linking to the bedrooms, I pushed the door open and went in so as to make my way to their bedroom. But one spirit urged me to come back and peep through the door to see what he was up to.
So I did.
And behold, I saw him emptying a substance into my drink. I couldn’t believe my eyes. But I managed to hold myself from not screaming despite how hungry I was to scream.
Moments later, I came back and handed the phone to him. Then pretended as if I didn’t see anything.
‘Thank you. Sit down and enjoy yourself’, he said while beckoning for me to sit.
I sat and then concentrated on the meat while abandoning the drink. What did he put in my drink? Pôîsîôn or what? But why does he want to kîłł me? Or could it be a sleeping medicine..so that I will sleep off for him to have his way freely? I was asking myself these questions and many more.
Amid my contemplation, he said unto me: ‘Why are you not taking your juice. Come on, drink up. Enjoy yourself. We are in the mood of celebration’, he said while making sure I drink.
‘Don’t worry, I will drink it’, I paused. ‘Why are you not drinking?,’ I asked.
‘As you can see, I have finished my drinks already,’ he said.
‘But you can’t be eating meat without drinking something. Or would you mind if I share my drink with you? You know, there’s love In sharing,’ I said while lifting the pack of the juice to pour some for him.
‘If that’s what will make you finish your drink, then go on and pour some for me’, he said.
Then I emptied the drink into his glass cup. As he took a sip, I excused him to ease myself.
He was on call when I came back. He concentrated so much on his call without him knowing when I switched the drinks. Thank goodness we were having the same design of glass cup.
When he was done making the call, he shifted his attention to our table. You need to see how happy he was seeing me downing my drink. He quickly rushed his too and requested I pour more for him.
That I did wholeheartedly.
Then I watched curiously to see what would happen next.
TO Be Continued
