Fearsome Melodrama (II)

FEARSOME MELODRAMA (II)

    “Young man,” Mr. Ama Madu interrupted. “What a hell are you talking about?” He said as he approached where the intruder stood.

    The crowd was still in silence awe. Everyone seemed like an electrocuted being.

    “Maybe you should ask your wife,” Mr. Kedu unfriendly suggested. “I think that would save us from a big stress.” He added, looking firmly at the face of Mr. Ama who stood about a metre away from him.

    “My wife…?” Mr. Ama said, shocked.

    “You heard me clearly.” responded Mr. Kedu.

      Mr. Ama looked at Chizoba who appeared so devastated as she held her son, Chibuzo firmly. She attempted to face elsewhere the moment her hubby turned back to take a look at her but she was emotionally trapped, thus she stood still, fearfully facing Mr. Ama. “What a hell is going on here?” he asked her. “Can someone talk to me?” He reiterated, looking around.

     Chizoba left the arena immediately and ran into her matrimonial home, carrying her cute baby in her hands.

     Mr. Kedu smiled at her reaction. “I guess she cannot withstand the shame.” He thought aloud.

     “This drama is turning into something else.” Mr. Ama observed in a loud tone, also left the crowded arena to meet with his departed wife.

     Okechukwu who had been watching dumbfoundedly, followed his father into the house.

     At this point, everyone in the gathering was left with no option than to take their leave for their respective residents. Mr. Kedu joined them, though followed a different path in order not to mix with any member of the exited crowd.

     While the guests were leaving in various groups, they were filled with several thoughts, insinuations, mixed feelings, and what have you. They couldn’t believe such a thing transpired at an occasion they were specially invited to attend.

     Notable personalities in their midst felt so disappointed and depressed; according to them, Mr. Ama had been designed with an uncalled indelible mark that could usher any man into his unsolicited early grave. They weren’t really sad that they were embarrassed; rather, they felt for their highly respected fellow kinsman (Mr. Ama) who just witnessed an unspeakable ordeal.

     The moment Mr. Ama met Chizoba in their matrimonial room, she began to cry profoundly. By this time, Chibuzo was lying in his cot. “Tell me it’s not true?” He told her.

     Okechukwu arrived at the room in a jiffy.

     “It is true…” She hinted aloud while seated on the bed, choked by sobs.

      Mr. Ama alongside his son was so shocked over the hint.

     “What is true?” Mr. Ama shouted.

     “The child is his,” she eventually confessed. “I am so sorry…”

       Mr. Ama was speechless; Okechukwu astonishly left the room for his. “So you have been deceiving me all these while?” Mr. Ama managed to utter while standing closely to where she was seated.

    “Honey, is not what you think.” She replied.

    “Honey what?” Mr. Ama enquired. “Who’s your honey?” He reiterated, paused. “Before I turn my back, you have packed out of this house.” He urged furiously, dashed out of the room for an unknown destination.

    She fell on the floor, continued sobbing.

    When Mr. Ama returned to the room from the few seconds self-exile, she was still crying helplessly on the floor. “So you are still here, woman?” He said, went for her luggage coupled with her other belongings and threw it outside the house.

     She went to grab him while he was carrying out the mission but he forcefully pushed her away; that was when the reality dawned on her, thus she needed not to be told by a seer that that was fire on the mountain. In view of this, she sluggishly left the house with her baby as well as luggage.

    Mr. Ama Madu who was at this point seated on the bed felt like strangulating himself, couldn’t believe it was a reality. Within a few minutes, Okechukwu joined him in the room, sat closely with him and began to console him while crossed his right arm on his (Mr. Ama’s) waist. “It’s okay, dad.” he enjoined. “All will be fine, okay?”

     Mr. Ama looked at him, felt relieved and nodded. “Thank you, son.” He appreciated hesitantly.

     At least, with Okechukwu he still had something to console himself with. Hence, he thought it wise to summon courage and forge ahead with his miserable life, though the injury incurred some minutes back at that event was something that might not heal throughout his lifetime.

     When Chizoba got to her paternal home with the baby, her father Mr. Amadi whom was also present at the shameful ceremony alongside his wife felt like disowning her. “You have brought an untold disgrace to this family.” He ranted as she walked into the compound in a tattered mood. “You have turned yourself into a forbidden child.” The old man added fiercely.      

     His wife Mrs. Amadi felt for Chizoba. “Is okay naow…” She urged her husband. “After all, she’s still your daughter.”

     “My daughter?” Mr. Amadi said, marveled. “Is that all you could say?” He added, paused. “Is this a conspiracy or what?”

     “Conspiracy..?” His wife quarreled. “How do you mean?”

     “How can you call such a girl my daughter?” quoth Mr. Amadi. “Weren’t you at that occasion, or you didn’t see what happened?”

      Mrs. Amadi sighed heavily, turned to Chizoba. “My dear, come.” She urged her.

     Chizoba walked to her leaving her luggage behind, still carrying her baby.

     Her mother cuddled her and took the baby from her.

     Mr. Amadi angrily left them at the balcony and walked to his room.

     Since she was the one who encouraged her to get married to Mr. Ama despite the fact that she was pregnant for Mr. Kedu, she (Mrs. Amadi) was left with no choice than to embrace her daughter whose plan had crashed unexpectedly.

     The following day, Mr. Kedu came to meet with Chizoba to reconcile with her. He was still very much interested to walk her down the aisle regardless of the inconvenience she had cost him. And he was at that moment ready to settle down having become a bit financially stable unlike when she left him for another man.

    When he arrived at her place, she couldn’t welcome him; she was of the view that he had already cost her enormous pains, thus she wasn’t willing to incur more. But Mr. Kedu let her see reason he took that very step; according to him, that was the only way he could reclaim her.

     After every altercation, having understood that she really erred coupled with her mother’s advice, she agreed to marry the rejected Mr. Kedu after tendering unalloyed apology to him for her stupidity.

    Three months on, they tied the ostensibly inevitable nuptial knots. Indeed, the fearsome melodrama had turned into a glorious moment, though Mr. Ama Madu was still wallowing in an untold grief.

      Fascinatingly, that Chizoba’s childhood pal in the person of Miss Dalu who disclosed to Mr. Kedu that she (Chizoba) was pregnant for him, happened to be the chief bridesmaid of the wedding ceremony.

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