If someone had told me that a time would come in my miserable life when I would be serving as a delivery boy at the wedding ceremony of my wife, I wouldn’t have believed it.
Ever since my boss, Hoffers told me about the services of Hoffers Food being hired by Zion Don and Melissa for their wedding I started regretting getting a job at Hoffers. I couldn’t stop brooding over the shame, pain, and disappointment that would cloud my face on the day I would watch with my two eyes as Melissa Fanny would be taken as wife.
My wife?
Was this fated to be or was it coincidence? How possible was that? Being a gust was even out of it let alone being a delivery boy on duty on that day. It would definitely be the most horrible moment of my life .
I had been all tears sober and moody since the news wet my ears.
The Fannys rejected me because I was poor. Before I married Melissa, it had been my dream to be called their son-in-law and when I first met Melissa, I never knew she was a descendent of the Fannys until she and Fanny Luis visited Morgan Harris in one of those days.
Weeks after I married her, I had donated one of me kidneys to her when she broke down with kidney failure and she had vowed right in her sick bed, with my hands clenched to hers, that she would ever be there for me at good and bad times. Our marriage was full of dauntless sacrifices and promises.
The kidney I donated to her had wowed her family so much that Fanny Luis couldn’t stop calling me the best son-in law whenever he visited the Morgan Group. And in one of those days I visited her grandmother, Lisa Bake had eulogized me, “You have finally proven to be a son-in-law.”
Saving Melissa’s life with one of my kidneys was the highest feat of my life. I had fallen out with my family over my decision to donate a kidney to my wife. Father had told me the Fanny’s would not endure to have a poor boy like me as their son-in law. Now it had happened and the Fanny’s had rubbed it on my face.
“Melissa referred to me as their garbage boy,” I mumbled within myself as I hastened up with the packs of soup and pasta which I would be delivering at some residents in town.
I thought Chairman Hoffers could pay something higher than ten dollars.
I snorted, groaned and grinned under the heavy packs of food which i loaded into the customized Hoofers bag.
“I wonder when I am going to save up to half a million dollars for mother’s hospital bills with a salary of ten dollars?” I murmured in my head as I approached my scooter which parked outside.
I turned on my bike and sped off to make some deliveries.
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“Hehe, heh, over here!” a resident, our first customer, a middle aged, chubby-cheek woman sounded as he waved me over, standing at her door. The bag of food was just too much for me to drag. And when I saw a heavy-bearded ponytail-haired man by her side, I knew he was her husband.
And I needed his help.
“Hi, sir, please could you help me with this bag of food. They are for you from Hoffers?” I grinned as I dared to drag on; “Sir…” my voice broke out once I saw the thunderous looks on the face of my beholder.
Although I had lost the enthusiasm to speak yet further, the man replied me in a way that would ever relieve pain in my memory, “I don’t help poor delivery boy that siphoned fifteen billion dollars. When did you leave jail, and what did you spend the money on that you now opt for a delivery job?”
Frown clouded my sweating face that I furiously slammed the bag on the ground. “I beg your pardon. I may be a poor delivery boy but I never committed that crime. You have no right to talk to me in such manner,” I sneered and struggled between controlling my gasp and the hurt boiling in me.
“Your explanation is not needed just that I am appalled to see you as a poor delivery boy even after siphoning such amount of money. Do you know what? You are going to die in poverty because you will never get away with this. Haha!” my offender let out an offensive chuckling which left me dumbfounded and weeping.
Angry I trashed the bag of waste
“Oh I won’t give you a five star. Your boss must hear this!”
I tucked away on my bike and wept to my satisfaction while I rode home.
Almost getting home just at stone-throw, I saw a shocker and the most horrible sight of my life; father and our properties were outside and the entrance into the house was locked. Upon seeing this I scuttled to father who had been weeping and gnashing his teeth.
“What happened father?” I queried and bent to him before grabbing his fragile shoulders, “Talk to me father!” I snapped and squeezed my face with the interest of not letting those tears trickle any moment. He dared to speak but choked on his words, and after much hesitation, he finally said, “Mr Kenny finally sent us packing. Didn’t you hear him the other he came? Our rent is long overdue. He has given us enough grace to raise five hundred dollars. Just five hundred dollars…” his voice broke out and he sobbed hugely. “Are we so poor that we can’t afford five hundred dollars eh? Since you came into my life it had been from one problem to another. I regret adopting you Brian…” father wailed, “This has never happened to me before…” he wailed on
“Calm down father. Be of good cheer,” I intoned and dared to pat his shoulders and he knocked off my hands. “I promise to fix this. I promise to get you the five hundred dollars…” I said in a wailing tone.
Across the sky I could see lightning flashing and thunder clapping. Spring was heavy at the time and it was about falling.
I grinned and ran back to our Hoffers Food.