“Did you see the divorce I sent to your email?” Melissa Fanny had a fierce expression on her face when she asked me that question.
But my expression was more fierce than hers that it could boil an egg. What was she talking about? Divorce? I said within me.
“What divorce are you talking about, Melissa?” I queried and my jaw set abruptly.
“She rolled her eyes at me and her eyes gleamed as she said, “My family has gotten petition for dissolution of our marriage.” She shook her head in disappointment and her eyes dimmed as though she was going to break down in tears. “Let’s divorce. Listen up Brian Patrick, I don’t want us to over flog this issue, if you watch closely you would see my father and granny staring at us through the window. My father has warned me not to have anything to do with you anymore and he is beginning to feel irritated seeing you frequent his villa. So once you get the email, please sign the divorce and that puts an end to us.” Her voice was still and offensive as her words.
I stared at the large window pane and indeed Fanny Luis and Lisa Bake were staring at us through the window, with much of their focus on me, suspiciously accusing me that I had an ulterior motive by frequenting the villa.
I grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly to make my words sound deeper into her heart but she shrugged off my hands and warned me, “Take your filthy hands off me, Brian Patrick. Today will be the last time I am going to stand with you to discuss us.”
I dared to hold her hands to talk and then I earned another resounding slap on my right chin.
Pa!
She sneered, “Didn’t I tell you to talk without touching me, uh? Talk I am all ears! Why are you here again to torment me, Brian Patrick?”
My hand was still on my chin. My face was down and unable to be raised as the slap still itched my chin and sounded repeatedly in my ears. I could hear her feet stamping away and then I paced to her.
“Hold on, Melissa! Hold on!” I caught up with her and she flashed her thunderous face at me. “Please I need a second chance to work hard and become rich and powerful. You will have enough money at your disposal and bountiful luxuries to explore. Don’t give up on me, please.”
At the time Fanny and Lisa Bake were still perched at the window staring at us while they discussed at earshot.
Lisa bake intoned through her clenched teeth, “I don’t know why poor people talk too much.” She sighed at me with disdain and nagged on, “I don’t know why the ragged boy is scared to capitulate his fate. The Fanny’s doesn’t want a poor boy for a son-in-law. Melissa doesn’t need his poor love anymore,” she hissed.
“I trust my daughter. He is going to get more of those slaps if he doesn’t respect himself. I wonder how Brian Patrick wants my business tycoons and fellow money bags to respect me if I should let an ex convict and a poor ragged boy like him continue to marry my only daughter. Anyways, I don’t think he knows our new son-in-law…”
Lisa Bake interposed, “He would be an over baked poor boy if he doesn’t know Zion Don, son to Saint Don, the world richest man.” She placed her wrinkled thick hand on the shoulders of Fanny and then said to him, “My son, indeed you have eye for good things. How did you initiate the relationship?”
Fanny pulled out his mobile phone and flashed in the face of Lisa Bake, “That is a credit alert for ten million dollars, which Zion Don wired into my account yesterday. He told me to change Melissa’s Lamborghini. Melissa doesn’t know anything about it yet. I want to break it as surprise news to her.”
Lisa Bake stared, gaping at the credit alert. “Oh my goodness! Son, oh wow! Ten million dollars? Indeed Zion Don is out to spoil Melissa dirty. He is indeed the heir to the Saint Don Group.” As for staring at the credit alert there was no stopping her.
Fanny let a contagious smile, “Mother! Do you know what it means to be the heir to the Saint Don Group, and we being his in-laws? It is a feat that everybody would want to clench. In two weeks we will become in-laws to Saint Don, the world richest man,” Fanny intoned and still focused on us.
Lisa bake chuckled seeing as I pestered Melissa and dared to convince her, “Brian Patrick can go ahead and read all the love poems to Melissa. The Melissa I know can never settle for a poor ragged boy.”
Fanny pointed at me through the window, “Granny can you imagine Brian Patrick’s dusty, scaly bare feet. He can’t even afford the cheapest of shoes. I mean, how much is slippers, something beggars on the road side could afford.”
A deep throated sigh sounded from Lisa Bake, “He wants my granddaughter to continue in this toxic marriage and get baptized in his generational poverty, so that tomorrow they can hound you around for bills and three square meals…”
Speedily fleets of Amored Bentley Mulsanne, Lamborghini, Roll Royce Phantom , and Porsche Panamera, screeched into the compound and interrupted everyone.
“Your rich son-in law is here, Fanny,” Lisa Bake said and joined Fanny who had already left for outside.
A host of well-suited, hefty-looking security scuttled to the Armored Bentley and opened the door for Zion Don.
He was an epitome of a modern rich man. He was having dark shades on his eyes and clad in polka-dotted tailored-made Italian tuxedo. His sleeves were gaping , which revealed charming well-toned, pull-the-girls, hairy chest with diamond chains on his neck. He earned those hefty arms and flat tummy from the gym. His shoes darkened and glistened without the sun that I wondered if he ever touched the ground.
A host of security hailed him, “Boss!” And bowed as he smiled gorgeously at Melissa who parted me and ran into his embrace.
“Oh my God! Melissa, my wife? Did you actually do this to me?” I wailed in my head.
Zion Don cast a quick glance at me from head to toes and then asked Melissa, “Is that your garbage boy?”
“Yeah, dear, he is our garbage boy,” she replied and rolled her eyes at me.
I raised a furrowed brow, before warm tears leaked through my eyes expressly. With my eyes welled up with tears, I called loudly, “Melissa!”
All eyes came upon me just then, before I added, “I promise you some day, you and your family will bow before me and hail me the world richest man.” I wailed like a kid and walked away…