Omolara’s faith Episode 8

Omolara’s faith Episode 8
Tony knotted his tie whilst sipping some coffee.
The night had been terrible, different night mares
taunting him, he was awake 75 percent of the
He ignited his car, and Lara crossed his mind.
Her beautiful eyes that wi-dens when she’s
scared was all he could see. He’s been just
wicked to her, only God knows the story she’s
telling his father now about him.
He changed his gear and sped on the highway.
He knew his father won’t spare him, he would
take the company off his hand, collect all he has
and worst of all disown him.
“Oh poo!” he ru-bbe-d his eyes.
He opened them lazily at first, then they popped
A madman was standing on the road before him,
just a few yards away. He couldn’t st©p the car
cos he was moving at a high speed.
He expertly turned the steering wheel moving the
car off the road.
The car swerved beyond control, he muttered
some quic-k prayers, he was sure he would die.
The car somersaulted throwing him out throu-gh
the window…
Lara giggled as she bit into her roasted chicken,
she was having lunch with her in-laws. She felt
joy surge throu-gh her veins, what more could she
ask for? She felt loved by them. They were
doting on her, most-especially her father in-law
Chief Ifiora.
“I taught your mother in-law how to cook o.”
Ifiora chuckled at her.
“well I taught him how to eat!” Amara said and
they all bur-st out laughing.
Lara watched them as they laughed, they looked
so much alike; happy couples she thought as she
“When I was a boy, I helped my mother in the
kitchen.” Ifiora said with pride.
“well that’s cos you liked it.” Amara replied.
“Not at all! I was an only child that’s why!” he
defended himself.
“Hmm…Tony Is an only child too, but can’t make
himself a mug of coffee.” Amara chirped
cleaning her mouth with a napkin.
Lara felt shivers run down her spine at the
mention fo ‘Tony’, she saw her father-in-law
cringe too.
“Talking about Tony…” Ifiora’s voice bec@m£
“He couldn’t even call or do something…he’s
expecting me to call him right?” he shook his
“I guess so!” Amara made a face.
“Hmm, I’m going to teach him a lesson he’ll
never forget!” he basked like a lizard in the sun.
“Lesson? That boy is soooooo stubborn!” Amara
said with disgust.
Chief Ifiora’s phone rang loudly.L
“A strange number…” Amara said giving the
phone to him.
“Hello?” he listened for a while.
“Yes you’re speaking with Chief Ifiora…”
he listened again.
“What?!” he rose to his feet.
Lara st©pped eating, she wanted to know what
was happening.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming right away!” He ended
the call.
“Darling get me my Jacket!” he told Amara.
“What happened?” Lara asked quitely.
“Oh, nothing really, just eat your food.” he f0rç£d
a smile.
“Ogini? What going on?” Amara appeared holding
his jacket.
He whispered something to her in Igbo, for once
Lara wished she un-derstood Igbo.
“We nee-d to go now! Lara take care!” Amara said
throwing a scarf round her head.
“Can I come with you?” Lara rose to her feet.
“ just take care, okay? We’ll be back
soon.” Amara said as she and her husband left
throu-gh the exit.
Lara sighed de-eply as she heard them drive out
of the compound.
Definitely something is wrong some where….she
fidgeted nervously.