The devil’s fairy angel - S01 E37

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The devil’s fairy angel - S01 E37

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 37

Furiously, she stepped out from the window to the living room to eventually leave the house, but the mother and Gbenga stopped her just at the exit. Her eyes burns with passion to find the boy whom she had been attached with emotionally. She glared at her mother and the old neighbor whose palm gripped his walking stick tightly like a baby to her mother’s finger. A wall clock on the wall of the living room which hand ticks in an interval of a second was the only sound that circulated in the room as the glare continued.

“Eniola, what on Earth do you think you are going?” The mother’s voice subdued the ticking clock’s.

“Mama, that man outside knows where Claude is.” she replied. “How can we all sit here and watch him go away when he should be explaining how he kidnapped Claude!”

“How sure are you, my daughter?” Gbenga interfered. “What gave you the impetus to accuse a stranger for the missing of the god-sent boy? The last time I checked, Claude carried you from this couch to your bed the night he vanished. Moreover he left you a flower which signifies a lovely goodbye. How was he then kidnapped by… by… that man outside?” He added. His questions rendered the girl speechless, so she swallowed hærd. She knew what she felt but didn’t know how to convince them. That was Claude’s blood working in her without knowing. It became heavy for her and her eyes which suddenly began to drop tears like droplet of rain.

“I know you both don’t believe me, but try questioning him for me. I beg you, mama.” she cried.

The mother rushed to give her a shoulder to cry on. Therefore her tears easily w-t her clothes. Meanwhile, Gbenga had used his staff to open a window curtain, watching as the car drove away, leaving the little girl the driver was questioning behind. Briskly, he stepped outside.

“Hey, Ọmọbinrin lẹwa, jọwọ mi.” He called on the girl in Yoruba, meaning, “Hey, beautiful girl, excuse me.” His voice attracted Eniola and the mother who watched from the window with ears wild opened. “Sorry my daughter. Is not as if I’m intruding. I just want to know what the young man that just drove off was skiing you.”

“He said his name is Raphael and he was looking for a man called Abosede.” The poor girl replied as an afterthought. She wondered why an old man suddenly become interested in a stranger.

“Well, did you tell him where Abosede is?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I do not know who or where Abosede is” she became uncomfortable with the interrogation. “Sorry sir, I need to take my leave.” she walked away.

Gbenga exhaled, monitoring the girl’s movement. Immediately she left to a distant, he hurried back into the house of Ayomide and closed the door behind him. Anxiety and curiosity burns from the eyes of the mother and her daughter after hearing the closing sound of the door.

“We heard the girl, but why would someone be looking for Abosede?” Ayomide broke the silence.

“That’s a question that has gotten me perplexed.” Gbenga walked into the inner part of the living room. “Since Abosede has come into the picture, i think Eniola might be saying the truth about the young man knowing where Claude is.” He elaborated.

“I’m lost here. Who and where is this Abosede?” Eniola threw the question in the air. He looked from her mother to the old man who never said a word thereby increasing his perturbation.

“Is not just who Abosede was, it’s also where he is now.” Ayomide replied the question. “Abosede is dead.” She clarified.

With terrifying wild opened eyes, Gbenga said, “And he was a great diabolic man who knew the history of all strange African progeny. Let’s try to connect the dots; Claude strangely came here and strangely disappeared. After a day, a man came looking for Abosede who Eniola identifies as someone who knows where Claude is.”

Silence creeped in and revolved around them like the earth around the sun. Eniola spread her hands hopelessly forward. “I didn’t get any of the thing you said, papa Gbenga.” she said.

The mother exhaled deeply. “Gbenga is only saying that there’s a possibility that Claude is a special child from special ancestors.” She replied.

“What makes him special?”

“That we do not know.”

“Well, I don’t care what he is. I just want to see him!” Eniola lamented.

“Well, Eni, is high time you stopped being desperate for a boy because you are still tender. Also show a little respect to me, your mother when you start craving to see the other gender. It’s wrong culturally! Pull yourself together! Looking for where Claude is isn’t the main thing now, it’s to dig deep to find who he really is. Pray we don’t find anything negative and diabolic about him because if we do, that will be the day you’ll stop talking about him and totally forget him.” Ayomide fired her daughter who couldn’t believe her ears. The mother’s words broke not just her heart but also her bones. Therefore her legs couldn’t carry her weight anymore. She tried walking out on her into her room but fell down on the way.

“Eni!” The mother rushed and pulled her up. The little girl detached from her, entered into her room and forcefully locked the door. Ayomide and Gbenga could hear her sniffing tears. They looked at each other in the silence.

“You need to take it easy on her. What you help a child to love can be more important than what you help him to learn.” Gbenga lowered his voice.

Ayomide didn’t say anything. She robbed her forehead painfully as she collapsed on the nearest cushion, wondering the next steps to discover who Claude really is. She exhaled.

“Do you have the boy’s picture?” Gbenga asked her.

“You mean Claude?” She straightened up. “Yes, on my phone.” she replied curiously.

“Come, I know who we can meet about this issue, though not to know the way about of the boy but who he really is. His true identity can reveal his true location.” Gbenga matched forward by first, hitting his walking stick on the tiled floor and raising it up for the gods to watch and guide his movement towards the door which was like that of a cow with a broken limb. It always seems like it would fall at every juncture where the broken leg should function. Ayomide hastined up from the cushion, grabbed her phone and followed him. They could be seen, steated in the house of one of the great men in the village, Isiala, from the tribe of the Igbos. Hence he wasn’t a true indigene of Olupona but he had stayed there for years. He was not only close to late Abosede, he had the same obsession with him.