Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 22

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 22

Phillip had decided to do his father’s bidding. Though he had still not forgiven Usman for what he did, he chose to obey his father.

‘Are you prepared?’ Mr. Hajjo turned to him.

‘Do I have a choice here?’ Phillip rolled his eyes.

Mr. Hajjo could see that Phillip was not happy about meeting with his biological father; the same man that had killed their mother. But he had no choice, no matter how long Phillip tried to avoid Usman, they were still going to meet someday.

‘I am sorry son, but you know I am doing what I think it’s best.’ Mr. Hajjo sighed and led Phillip towards the house.

He trailed behind, leaving his thoughts focused on only Indigo. He missed her greatly. Seven days had passed, and those days had felt like eternity.

Phillip had just learned that his life would be incomplete without love. In the absence of friendship and companionship, life would be empty and void of meaning.

He wished he hadn’t slept with Moremi in the first place. He had been so confident in himself, but she had overpowered him with her whims of s£duct!on.

He hoped Chalya would put in a good word for him to Indigo. He couldn’t believe he had wanted to destroy the same place where she lived.

She would never have forgiven him, he knew this. He was only glad that everything that had to be revealed, unfolded at the right time.
‘Are you sure you want to do this? We could turn back if you don’t.’ Mr. Hajjo wasn’t comfortable forcing Phillip to attend this reconciliatory meeting.

Phillip’s mind was totally immersed in another world of thoughts, Indigo.
It took an extra tap to bring him back to reality, ‘Are you okay with this?’ Mr. Hajjo asked.

Phillip affirmed his readiness to reconcile with Usman Hajjo.

‘I am ready.’

Phillip was about ringing the door bell when the door flew wide open before their eyes, and he came face to face with the man whose eyes haunted his dreams all these years.
‘Nkosi,’ Phillip scowled as he stood face to face with his mother’s murderer.

Nkosi had made ready to leave; he had not expected to see Phillip Hajjo here. His tiger confidence fled, being replaced with a heavy presence of compunction and sadness.
They were all in his past, but he wished he hadn’t done those things in the first place.
‘You.’ Phillip bit his lip and stepped into the house.

Usman was surprised to see both his brother and his son, what were they doing here uninvited, what did they want?
‘Phillip?’ Mr. Hajjo’s mouth fell apart as he realized Nkosi was back in town. Phillip had been right after all.

Phillip knew his father would want to stop him from confronting the man, but he had no fears.

‘I can handle this, you go talk to your brother.’ He replied, and turned his full attention to the man that had killed his mother.

Mr. Hajjo had wanted to argue, but one look at Usman’s angry face reminded him that he had come to make peace with his brother.
‘Usman, can we talk inside?’ Mr. Hajjo pointed upstairs.

‘If you wish,’ Usman shrugged, and advanced towards the staircase.
Now they were alone, words fled out Nkosi’s mouth. He had imagined what this day would look like, and it was already happening. He had planned to apologize to Phillip for what he had done, but he didn’t have the courage to speak, seeing the hurt in the young man’s eyes.

‘Why did you do it? Why did you work with Usman to destroy my family?’ Phillip knew the truth, he just wanted to know why Nkosi chose to followed Usman’s leading.

He also knew that the main target had been his father, Mr. Hajjo, but something happened and his mother had taken the fall.

To Phillip’s question, Nkosi couldn’t think of any reasonable response. He couldn’t tell the young man that he did those dirty jobs in the past just to survive, because saying that would portray him as a very insensitive person and he didn’t want to be seen in that light.

‘Look, I hurt you Phillip and I hurt your family too, but I am sorry. I am not a good person but I am trying to be. I wish there was a way to bring back your mother, and make you forget that horrible experience that took place that day, I will…’ Nkosi pressed his left palm against his chest.

He was really sorry about what he had done, he just wished Phillip and his family would forgive him too.

Truthfully, Phillip no longer cared about his mother’s demise after his father revealed she had been having an affair with Uncle Usman and had planned to kill him as well. All the respect he had for the woman fled that day.

He could see that the man was remorseful. The fierceness he had spotted in his eyes, same as the day his mother was killed was no longer there. The man was truly sorry for his crimes, and this amazed Phillip. Was it really from his heart, or was it just a show?

As if reading Phillip’s thought, Nkosi dug a hand into his pocket and produced a photograph of Indigo when she was just a kid. He had stolen the picture the previous night when Papa had allowed him go through the photo album.

‘Here,’ he offered Phillip the picture.
‘I know you don’t trust me. I know you may not believe me. You probably think I am a psychopath with no conscience, but I do have conscience. I just made the wrong choices in life, but for her, I am willing to start over. Even if you want me to do time for killing Halima Hajjo, I wouldn’t mind. That girl has changed my whole perspective.’

He was pouring out his mind, he had never been this honest with anyone before.
Phillip’s hands shook as he stared at the little girl in the picture. She had a striking resemblance with the woman his heart ached for.

Her brown eyes were like fire stones. Her full lips parted into a delightful smile and she was standing next to an old man.

‘Who is this girl?’ Phillip swallowed his breath while waiting for an answer.

With a proud look in his eyes, he answered, ‘That’s my daughter. Her name is Indigo Hassan and I came back to Nigeria after all these years, just to find her. I wasn’t the best of a father but she forgave me. She has given me another chance.’
Phillip couldn’t believe his ears. So this murderer was Indigo’s father? It was really a small world.

‘I know your daughter sir…’Phillip hesitated. If Indigo could forgive a man like this, he had no choice, but he had to be sure, he told her everything.
‘Does she know who you are?’ Phillip asked.

Shame filled him at this question as he remembered how Indigo had chased him out of the house.

‘Yes.’ Nkosi nodded.

He explained to Phillip that he had abandoned her mother when she had been born. He also explained to him that Indigo was aware of his thuggery lifestyle in the past, but he was a changed person now.