Chapter 215: Chapter 215

Chapter215

~The intruder~

“Who the hell did this to you and where have you been?” Mrs. Fanny asked Ken, holding his face and peering at the bruises that ran across it under the electric lantern. Ken couldn’t stop wailing and ranting at the top of his voice whenever she brought the pieces of cloth which was drenched in hot water.

“You haven’t yet answered my question,” she persisted and put the cloth on his face as soon as it came out of the hot water in a cloud of vapor.

Ken wriggled his body as snake that got a machete cut. He screamed at the top of his voice, trembling and clamping her hands to stop her from pressing the cloth further onto his bruises.

“Oh my goose! What the hell! That is damn hot! I would have preferred to go to the hospital,” said Ken gripping her hand and stopping her from touching his bruises with the cloth. “You are about to rip of my skin with that hot cloth,” he nagged, squeezing his face in pain.

“I have phoned the ambulance. They must be on their way now,” she replied, still peering into his face and wondering what happened to Ken while Teddy was having sex with her in the toilet. “What happened to you, darling?” she asked this time very calmly and anxious too.

As she stared into his swollen face, she expected a different reply from the one he gave her earlier.

“I have told you, my pretty wife,” said Ken, speaking cautiously to move his lips because each time he spoke, his busied cheeks hurts so bad that his gum and jaw burn with itches. He grinned and put his hand on his jaw, “I had an accident. I can’t just tell how it happened. I was busy discussing with my colleague who honored our wedding when this car on high speed ran into me. Onlookers thought the driver was going to stop and rush me to the hospital but it sped off. I was barely conscious. all I said was take me to my wife before I die, take me to my wife . I wanted to see you before dying, they wanted to take me to the hospital but I insisted they take me to you. That was what happened,” he lied, grinned, placed his hand on his head and cried on. “Headache” he forced a tear which trickled down his cheeks, “I thought you said you phoned the ambulance,” he queried.

“Yes, I did,” she said as confusion ran across her face.

“They told me they were on their way, so they are supposed to be here by now,” she explained and wanted to bring the hot cloth to his face again when he protested…

“No,no,no. you don’t have to do that anymore. My treatment continues in the hospital please. I can’t bear that hot cloth anymore,” he wailed, grinned, smacked his lips and watched as she carefully wiped the tears that trickled down his cheeks, so as not to hurt the bruises that plastered his face. “Oh damn! What the hell!” he wailed.

“Who could be responsible for this?” she asked, putting her hand on the waist and drifted to the phone, “I need to report this to the police,” she said, and made a move…

And about dialing into the phone he said, “That is not the issue now. The issue now is…”

He was interrupted by the blaring of a siren which was obviously coming from an ambulance that drove into his compound. “Oh they are here,” he said instead, tried to raise his neck to look at them through the window but cried bitterly when his bruised neck hurt.

At the time Mrs. Fanny had hastened to the sitting room to usher them in.

“Good day, ma’am,” greeted one of them who was obviously their leader. “Where is the patient?” he demanded gently

“In the bedroom,” she said and waved at them, “You can join me,” she added.

They rode their stretcher into the bedroom, helped Ken get on it and rode him outside where their van was parked.

Mrs. Fanny rushed to him, gave him a missing peck on the forehead, squeezed his hand and said, “I will join you at the hospital, shortly. You will be fine.”

“Please do and don’t hesitate,” Ken emphasized and stared at her even when he was been ridden into the van, he maintained his gaze at her until they drove away.

***

Mrs. Fanny was in the bedroom now all alone and lost in thought about what happened to Ken. She appeared at the bar, fetched a glass of whisky for herself and gulped it hastily which left her grinning with her eyes shut. Suddenly there was this hush of silence that hung over the room before she overheard the creaking of doors opening an shutting at interval. Although she thought it could be Blueeyes but he had fallen asleep not too long ago and it was so strange of Blueeyes to be awake now, she shrugged, and continued with her thought when the door to her bedroom started creaking and opening gently as though a ghost was responsible for it.

She flinched. “Who is there?” she asked, pushing to the wall yet stretching her neck to see who it was that could be scaring the living day light of her.

“Who the hell are you? Who is there?” she asked.

But this time her whole body snorted , burning under the heat of the fear that engulfed her. She swallowed a dry lump down her throat as she felt the pounding of her heartbeat and the sweat that started off on her forehead and armpit. She stared around and the only thing she could arm herself with was any of the bottles at the bar, worst still she couldn’t step out to get one because the intruder could harm as soon as she was caught at sight. She waited patiently for the intruder to walk into the bedroom and gently after what seemed to be so long a time for the intruder to walk in….