A Daughter’s Revenge Episode 79
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🙎 A Daughter’s Revenge EPISODE SEVENTY NINE:
PREVIOUSLY ON A DAUGHTER’S REVENGE:
..‘It’s my father’s 65th birthday celebration. So I am going home with you. At least you will
use the opportunity to meet my parents ,’ he explained.
‘No problem, baby m. I am available that day. When is the party?,’ Miracle had to ask, very curious.
‘In a month’s time,’ Kizito explained.
‘I cannot wait. I am very anxious to meet your people..’, Miracle added.
A MONTH LATER
D-Day has come.
Miracle went home with Kizito on the eve of the birthday bash.
But something unexpected happened.
THE CONTINUATION:
Kizito’s father’s 65th birthday celebration was a bash.
The occasion was graced by many dignitaries.
It was an in-house party. And attendance was strictly on invitation.
Kizito’s father’s mansion was a sight to behold. A giant two storey building. In fact, Miracle never knew that Kizito’s father was this rich.
Meanwhile, amid the party, Miracle excused herself to attend to her call. She moved to the quiet corner of the house.
Miracle, in her charming look, was majestically taking a walk round the compound, talking to her caller in admiration of the beautiful surroundings.
The beautiful mansion was built on two plots of land. It has a large compound. The style of the building has a homey look that’s so beautiful and quaint. The edifice has a mix of shingles and siding. With a beautiful flower landscape.
Amidst of the call, Miracle had a tap on her shoulder from the back.
She turned, Lo and behold, it was Chief, Kizito’s father.
‘Oh, good day, sir,’ Miracle greeted him in her humbleness after hanging up the call.
‘How are you?,’ he asked, smiling stylishly. He had a glass of wine in his hand. His ‘Agbada’ attire portrayed his wealthiness.
‘I am fine. Thank you very much,’ Miracle replied.
‘You look beautiful. Ever since I set my eyes on you, your beauty kept tormenting me. If I may ask, is your beauty has anything to do with mental disorder because I am màd over you,’ he added, sipping his drink amid a smile.
‘Sir, you are such a funny man. Anyway, thank you very much for the compliment,’ Miracle appreciated, smiling too.
‘I hope you are not another of my son’s prey? Because he keeps bringing different women home but ends up not marrying any of them. As a matter of fact, we are tired of his wayward lifestyle,’ he sipped his drink before continuing. ‘I hope you have not joined his wagon full of dumped and heartbroken women? Because from the look of things, you are too beautiful and good to be his girlfriend..’, Chief added with every seriousness in his face.
Having found out the seriousness on his face, Miracle had to ask: ‘Sir, what do you mean by his wagon full of dumped and heartbroken women?..’, Miracle queried, curiously.
‘My dear, don’t worry about that. It’s nothing serious. You know In this life, before something will happen, something has to happen,’ he sighed, sipping his drink. ‘The good part of the whole thing is that you are now in safe hands, ehn?. Don’t worry yourself,’ he paused. ‘So what’s a beautiful name given to a beautiful lady like you?,’he asked, In lûstful admiration of Miracle’s beauty.
‘Sir, my name is Miracle,’ she replied.
‘What a beautiful name. And indeed our meeting today is a miracle. I promise you, after today, your life will never remain the same, only if you are ready to cooperate with me..’, he paused. ‘You are a student, right?’, he asked.
‘Yes. I am from the same school as your son’, Miracle replied.
‘That’s good. So put your phone number here,’ he said, handing her his phone. A ‘Nokia torch’ phone.
‘My phone number? Sir, but that’s not necessary. I am your son’s girlfriend,’ Miracle announced, having noticed what Kizito’s father was up to.
‘God forbid! I reject it for you in Jesus name! You can’t be a girlfriend to my son. You are too good for him. I cannot allow you to become yet another of his victims. I cannot allow that to happen. Not under my watch,’ he paused. ‘I insist, put your phone number..’
‘But sir..’
‘You don’t have to ‘sir’ me, just type your phone number,’ he insisted.
So when the persuasion was very much, Miracle had to succumb to the Chief’s pressure. She typed her phone number and helped him to save it on the phone.
Upon handing the phone back to him, Chief demanded for her account number and appreciated her with a sum of hundred thousand naira via transfer.
‘That’s for your transportation,’ Chief announced.
‘Thank you very much, sir. I really appreciate you for your kind gesture..’, Miracle had to appreciate.
‘Don’t mention. There are more to come. But only if you cooperate. Look, I have money. I am an importer and exporter. So there are more from where this came out from,’ he sipped his drink before turning to go. ‘I will call you later. Have a nice day,’ he added before taking his leave.
‘Thank you, sir,’ Miracle appreciated once again before turning her attention back to her phone.
‘Ehee..,’ Chief’s voice echoed. Miracle turned and it was him coming back again. ‘Let’s I forget, let whatever that happened here dïè between us, okay? I don’t want any third party to hear about it, not even my son,’ he added.
‘Okay, sir,’ Miracle replied.
‘Good. Enjoy the rest of your day,’ Chief said and left.
Miracle stood perplexed watching him as he made his way to the party scene as if nothing had happened.
‘God! I hope I am not getting myself into trouble like this,’ Miracle was soliloquising. ‘Should I have rejected the money?,’ she paused, contemplating. ‘Anyway, it’s a gift. So I see nothing wrong with that. But I just hope it’s not what I am thinking..’, Miracle said, contemplating.
Serah and Miracle were in an eatery snacking on something after the hectic lectures of the day.
The eatery was situated within the school environment. As the two good friends were enjoying their meat pie and soft drinks, they complained bitterly about Professor Femi.
‘…my hatred for Professor Femi is increasing everyday. That shàmèlèss old man has successfully turned us from morning students to evening program students. Just look at the time this man is finishing his lecture. This is almost past 6pm..’, Miracle complained bitterly.
‘And he is very fond of that. In fact, it’s now a culture for him. He would not come to the class on time and he would not leave the class on time. If not for the fact that he is very strict and takes his attendance very seriously morethan examination, you wouldn’t be seeing anybody in his class..’, Serah added, pouring his anger on innocent meat pie.
‘Professor Femi’s own is getting too much. Something has to be done because we can’t continue like this. I am tired of the whole thing..,’ Miracle protested.
‘That man is like a mini-god in this institution. He is among the decision makers in this institution. I heard that the chancellor is like a boy to him. That’s the reason he always carries his two shoulders very high as if he has an extra life somewhere,’ she paused. ‘Girlfriend, if you truly want to graduate in this school, just be careful about what you say with Professor’s name. Or have you forgotten what happened to our coursemate, Peter, during our second year? Didn’t you see how this man frustrated this young man with carry overs till Peter quit. Have you forgotten how he told Peter to the hearing of everybody that over his dead body would Peter graduate in this school. At first, we all thought it was an empty thrèàt but we never knew that he meant every word that came out from his mouth. What was the young man’s offense? Because he challenged him for always coming to class late and leaving the class very late as well. That was all. That was the young man’s offense…’, Serah gave Miracle a pinch of advice using Peter’s as a case study.
‘You don’t need to tell me all these. Serah, I cannot forget so quickly what this man did to Peter. But my happiness is that he led that young man into a better life now. Peter is doing very well for himself now. He is among the best stylists we have in this campus now. He has more than two unisex barbing salons now on this campus..’, Miracle added.
‘God is not a man. Because if the Professor is God, people like Peter wouldn’t be alive today. But thank God God is not a man. One thing I strongly believe is that one day, the Professor will meet his match. He cannot remain king forever..’, Serah strongly added.
‘Sure. No king rules forever..’
‘Hey, guess who is coming..’. Serah interrupted her.
‘Who?’, Miracle curiously asked.
‘Your guy..’
‘Kizito?,’Miracle interrupted, anxiously.
‘Yes, he’s parking his car outs…’
Before Serah could finish talking, Miracle had vanished. She ran to the restroom to hide.
‘Ah! Who is chasing her? Is she actually running from her boyfriend?..’, Serah was asking herself in confusion.
Kizito had pulled over. Serah watched him from afar as he made way into the supermarket next to the eatery.
Moments later, Kizito came out from the supermarket with a handful of nylons full of groceries. He offloaded the nylons into the boot before driving off.
Miracle had finally bundled herself out from her hidden place. You really need to see how she was sweating profusely.
‘Babe, what’s the problem? Why are you running away from your boyfriend? What’s going on?,’Serah had to ask, very much confused.
‘Nothing is the problem. Just that I don’t want him to see me,’ Miracle replied.
‘Hey, is everything okay? Talk to me, what’s the problem?,’ Serah insisted on knowing what was going on.
‘Everything is fine. Don’t worry’, Miracle was very reluctant.
TO Be Continued
