MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 7 & 8)

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 7)
“Thank you” Lara said giving some naira notes to a cab driver.
She took a deep breathe, and glanced around her.
The magnificent church was standing before her. She had brought her case to God.
She wondered if God would listen to her again. The last time she came to church was when her father was alive, she was ten years then…
“Good morning sir” she greeted a man in security uniform.
“Please is the Resident Pastor around?”
“Yes, let me tell him you want to see him.” the security man replied before speaking into a telecom.
“he said you should come in.”
“Thank you sir!” Lara said before walking towards the church basement.
She muttered a silent prayer before knocking.
“Come in.” pastor Wilson said from within
“Good morning Pastor Wilson.” she flexed her knee.
“Morning sister…please sit!”
Lara sat on a chair facing him, clutching at her hand bag.
“You came to see me?” Pastor Wilson asked.
“Yes pastor, My name is Omolara Popoola..” Lara began.
“Omolara Popoola? You mean Lara the daughter of late Deacon Popoola?” Pastor Wilson asked in surprise.
“Yes sir.” Lara smiled.
“Wow…how are you? How have you been?” he looked pleased.
“Fine sir…”
“God is great! You’re married now?” he gestured at her wedding band.
“Yes sir,…that’s why I came…”
“Is anything the matter?” Pastor Wilson sensed all is not well.
Lara told him about her troubles, shedding tears in the process. He looked touched by her story.
“Its well, God is with you.” he told her.
After praying with her, he gave her some Bible verses to read, before asking her to fast for just a day.
“Sister Lara, If you must fast; your faith in God would determine how your answer will be.” he told her.
“I have faith Pastor.” Lara assured him.
“Not just in the mouth but from the heart…and mind you, you must go back to your matrimonial home!” he told her.
“No…But…” she frowned.
“You must go back there!” he said firmly.
“Okay, thank you…” she didn’t look happy.
“Take care Lara, God is with you.” he waved her off.
...
Lara walked into her home, she felt nervous when she walked into the sitting room.
“I thought you ain't gonna come back.” Sophia sneered.
“I’m back!” Lara said, before walking into her room.
She’s got no time to start quarrelling with Sophia now, its almost time for her to break her fast.
She was in a kneeling position, rounding up her prayers when she heard a commotion in the sitting room. She paused absent mindedly to listen…Sophia was quarrelling with somebody…perhaps Tony.
She ended her prayer in a hurry and tiptoed out of her room.
What she saw made her jaw drop.
“You have no right to ask me who i’m looking for!” Amara- Tony’s mother shot at Sophia.
“You can’t walk in like that! This isn’t your home!” Sophia fired back.
Just then Amara noticed Lara’s presence.
“Lara?”
“Welcome ma.” Lara greeted her.
“Who’s this uncultured woman? Your maid?” she gestured towards Sophia.
“Errrm..”Lara began.
“Sophia, meet …ermm..Tony's mother, and errmmm, ma please meet, Sophia- Tony’s errmm…” Lara stuttered.
“So it is true?!” Amara exclaimed.
Just then Tony came back from wherever he went.
“Mum? What are you doing here?” he asked surprised letting his briefcase drop.
“What am I doing here? So what I heard is true? So its true that you’ve been maltreating Lara? That you even brought your mistress into your matrimonial home?” Amara shrieked.
Tony bent his head, he knew he was in trouble.
“So this is what you’ve turned into? A Dog?” Amara yelled.
“I know what to do…I’m calling your father right away!” She threatened picking her phone.
“No no no..please mum, don’t do that…I’d be in trouble if you call dad…Sophia is leaving right away..I’l turn a new leaf…” Tony held her hand pleadingly.
He walked into the guest room, appeared carrying Sophia’s bag.
“Sophia, leave now!” he shoved the dumbfounded Sophia towards the exit.
“You too, go and bring your bag, you’re coming with me!” Amara told Lara who was silent.
“But…ma…” Lara’s eyes widened.
“I say go and bring your bag, I can’t leave you here with this beast! What if he murders you!” Amara shrieked.
“Mum..please don’t take her away.” Tony pleaded.
“Try to stop me!” she glared at him, dragging Lara out of the house; with her bag and all..

MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 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 night.
He ignited his car, and Lara crossed his mind. Her beautiful eyes that widens 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 rubbed his eyes.
He opened them lazily at first, then they popped out.
A madman was standing on the road before him, just a few yards away. He couldn’t stop 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 quick prayers, he was sure he would die.
The car somersaulted throwing him out through the window…
...
Lara giggled as she bit into her roasted chicken, she was having lunch with her in-laws. She felt joy surge through 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 burst out laughing.
Lara watched them as they laughed, they looked so much alike; happy couples she thought as she smiled.
“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 of ‘Tony’, she saw her father-in-law cringe too.
“Talking about Tony…” Ifiora’s voice became coarse.
“He couldn’t even call or do something…he’s expecting me to call him right?” he shook his head.
“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.
“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 stopped 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 forced a smile.
“Ogini? What going on?” Amara appeared holding his jacket.
He whispered something to her in Igbo, for once Lara wished she understood Igbo.
“We need to go now! Lara take care!” Amara said throwing a scarf round her head.
“Can I come with you?” Lara rose to her feet.
“No..you just take care, okay? We’ll be back soon.” Amara said as she and her husband left through the exit.
Lara sighed deeply as she heard them drive out of the compound.
Definitely something is wrongsome where.