Tony sipped his coffee while tying his tie. The night had been a nightmare, with various night mares teasing him, and he had spent 75 percent of the night awake. As he started his automobile, Lara came to mind. All he could see were her lovely eyes, which expand when she is afraid.
He's been cruel to her, and only God knows what she's saying his father about him now. He shifted gears and accelerated down the highway. He knew his father wouldn't spare him; he'd take over the company, collect all he owns, and, worst of all, disown him.
He massaged his eyes and exclaimed, "Oh poo!" He sluggishly opened them at first, then they burst out.
Just a few yards distant, a lunatic stood on the road in front of him. Because he was driving at a rapid rate, he couldn't stop the car. He deftly maneuvered the automobile off the road by turning the steering wheel. He whispered some brief prayers as the automobile veered out of control, and he knew he was going to die. He was thrown out the window when the car somersaulted...
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Lara guffawed as she bit into her roasted chicken at her in-laws' house for lunch. What more could she want for than to feel joy coursing through her veins? They made her feel loved. Her in-laws, notably her father-in-law Chief Ifiora, were adoring of her.
“I taught your mother-in-law how to cook,” says the narrator. Ifiora gave her a chuckle.
“Well, I taught him how to eat!” says the narrator. They all burst out laughing when Amara mentioned something.
Lara smiled as she watched them laugh. They looked so similar; happy lovers, she thought.
“I used to help my mother in the kitchen when I was a kid.” With pride, Ifiora stated.
“Well, that's because you enjoyed it,” says the narrator. Amara was the one who responded.
“Absolutely not! He justified himself, saying, "I was an only child!"
“Hmm…
Tony is an only child as well, but he can't even brew a cup of coffee.” Amara chirped as she wiped the saliva from her mouth with a tissue.
When Lara heard the word "Tony," she had shivers down her spine, and she watched her father-in-law squirm as well.
“We're talking about Tony...” Ifiora's voice grew gruff.
“He couldn't even make a phone call or do anything...
Isn't he expecting me to call him?” With a shake of his head, he expressed his dissatisfaction with the situation.
“I suppose so!” says the speaker. Amara made a sneering expression.
“Hmm, I'll teach him a lesson he won't soon forget!” He sat in the sun like a lizard.
“Lesson? That boy is very obstinate!” Amara expressed her displeasure.
The phone of Chief Ifiora rang loudly.
“It's an odd number...” Amara replied as she handed him the phone.
“Hello?” he asked after a brief pause.
“Yes, you're speaking with Chief Ifiora...” says the narrator. He gave it another listen.
“What?” he exclaimed as he stood up. Lara put down her fork and looked around, curious as to what was going on.
“All right, all right, I'll be there right away!” He hung up the phone.
He told Amara, "Darling, grab me my Jacket!"
“Can you tell me what happened?” Lara inquired softly.
He feigned a smile and said, "Oh, nothing really, just eat your stuff."
“Ogini? “What the hell is going on?” Amara emerged, his jacket in his hand.
Lara wished she could understand Igbo when he murmured something to her in Igbo.
“We have to leave right now! Take care, Lara!” Amara replied as she wrapped her scarf around her head.
“May I accompany you?” Lara pushed herself up to her feet.
“No... Just be careful, okay? We'll be back in a few minutes.” As she and her husband exited through the exit, Amara said.
As she heard them drive out of the compound, Lara sighed heavily.
Something was definitely wrong....she fidgeted uneasily.