Chapter 126: Chapter 126

Chapter 126

~You went to screw another man’s wife~

When Brian got to the farm at dawn he locked himself in his room and pondered over the event of the previous day- how he murdered and dumped the corpse of a man he took to be a stranger not knowing he was his father’s cousin. He wished he could turn back the hands of time; recognized him as a blood line and have him reported to his father for maltreating Ella rather than murder him in cold blood. But it was too late now. Thought of the photo he collected from his album struck in his head and he reached for his sleeves shirt, dug his hand into his breast pocket and slid out the photo. Impatiently, he sat right back on the sofa and stared at the photo, stroking the image and feeling guilty for murdering Ella’s husband. He wondered if he would ever forgive himself for committing an iniquity that would stick to him forever. And what about his father? He would cry ocean should he hear that his cousin was murdered and dumped into the lake by his son.

There was a knock on the door, and Brian paused for the visitor to knock yet again and thus it happened. The knock sounded again.

“Brian are you in?” That was grandma’s voice.

Quickly Brian hid the photo under his bed, stretched the edges of his cloth and put on a smiling face before he went for the door.

“Morning grandma,” he greeted with his face swelled with huge smile.

Grandma leaned on the door frame, unwilling to go inside.

Brian wasn’t in the right mood to entertain any body. He stood at the door, stopped grandma from entering but she protested, nagging about her waist pain.

Once she was well seated on the sofa in Brian’s room she asked, “Where were you last night?”

“Come on granny I thought we sorted this out yesterday night. When you phoned I told you I was at a friend’s party.”

Grandma shook her head, stood on her feet and trudged to a jar on the shelf from which she poured for herself a cup of coffee.

“I was worried.” She had her first sip, smacked her wrinkled lips. “Your father called. He said he couldn’t reach you so he called the home line thinking he could speak with you.”

Brian was stunned to hear that his father called at the very hour he was done dumping the corpse of his cousin. Indeed blood was thicker than water.

“Why did he call, granny?” he asked anxiously.

Sadness hung on grandma’s chin, even though she rarely smiled, making it impossible for one to know when she was sad or not. She had a sip, smacked her lips and stared at Brian.

“He was worried,” she sounded, “He was worried that you were in trouble and wanted to know your whereabouts.”

Brian stared at grandma wondering how strong the bond between his father and his cousin was that he had a feeling about something going wrong somewhere. He might not be too exact but at least he felt that a bloodline of his wasn’t in safe hands.

“And what was your response , granny?” he inquired nervously, blinking at her and watching how her little Adam’s apple in her throat rolled up and down as she sipped her coffee.

“I told him you went out to screw your girlfriend.” She said and stooped her face back to the cup to sip yet further.

“What!” Brian exclaimed sitting up, nervously and blinking greatly at her, waiting for her response.

“You see the reason I call you nanny’s boy. Do you expect me to lie at this age?” she dropped the cup on the table after stirring it.

“And who says you are saying the truth? Did you go with me to visit my girlfriend? Oh granny why would you do that to me?” he wailed, stroking his hair.

She stood, trudged to the fire place and lit up, because much of the winter was hanging across the room,

“You are just going to tell me the wrong thing I did in telling the truth. I just wonder why you are walked up.” She said, trudged to him, with menacing eyes that looked straight into his eyes. “You went to screw Ella. Am I lying? You are supposed to be grateful I didn’t mention to him that you went to screw another man’s wife.”

His face became quarrelsome as he kept murmuring beneath his throat and shaking his head.

“You owe me an apology granny,” he said less politely, rolling his eyes at her.

“You must be sick in the intestine,” she advanced to him, as though she was going to raise a hand on him soon. “I owe you no damn apology. Since you came to Miami, this is the first time you are sleeping outside. You exhausted your God-given energy on another man’s wife all through the night and you lied to me you went for a party. It is Ok, a party if you insist. Now tell me did she put the cake in her pussy and invite the knife between your legs to do the cutting, uh?”She was shouting at the top of her voice now.

“Come on granny that ‘s rude right now. I wouldn’t sit here and watch you make caricature of me,” he beamed,

“Oh really, ancient of days Brian. You have watered your guts to talk back at me. You weren’t like this until you started screwing the nut between the legs of another man’s wife.”

“I am not screwing another man’s wife,” Brian yelled and she shrugged in shock, tilting back her neck and staring at him as his thunderous eyes warned her not to make further utterances.

“Are you yelling at me, nanny’s boy, uh?” she trudged to the table where Brian dropped the keys to the Audi, snatched the keys with great violence and warned him.

“You are banned from using my cars. I bought you that car. I can’t condole you yelling at me and still be free living. If you want to visit your Ella for some do-it-baby, use the cab or better still go get a job, work hard and buy a car. Until you write me an impressive apology letter, you are banned from driving my cars.” She warned and walked out on him.

Brian slumped in the chair, unable to say a word.

She was outside now, at the garage where she heaved at the driver’s door on the Audi hopped in. she turned on the ignition, reversed and drove the car to the store where unused fleet of cars were parked.

Suddenly Brian flinched form his seat; it just dawned on him that he had not washed the car after disposing the corpse and they could be blood stain in the trunk.

“Speaking dollar!” he exclaimed, hastened to the window, peeped through to behold grandma driving farther in the farm, where the store was located. “May she not see the blood,” he whispered, within himself, swallowing hard.

Immediately grandma drove into the store, the engine died off and she alighted, searched for a rubber covering which she could use to mask and protect the car from farm dust and cold but to no avail. A thought came on her mind to open the trunk of the car if there was one in there. Upon opening the trunk, four thick droplets of blood flashed into her eyes with an offensive odor.

“Holy Mary Mother of Grace!” she exclaimed, gaping in shock and fear and covering her nose

Disaster!!!