Keeping Within Family Chapter 41


Read Chapter 40 here.

Omar came out of the shower. He picked up his phone from his bedside drawer.  A message from Ayesha. We need to talk. He sighed and typed his reply, “Pretty tired from the flight. Rain check?”

“One hell of a welcome dinner, huh?” Ida remarked. Omar dropped his phone and joined her in bed.

“One hell of a welcome dinner, huh?” Ida remarked. Omar dropped his phone and joined her in bed.

“Uh huh. Things escalated really fast.”
“But do you think it’s possible to conceive from two men at the same time?”
“I’m no doctor but who knows?”
“I don’t want to think Ayesha cheated on her husband. I mean, I know she’s no saint but I don’t think she will be able to pull such a thing off.”

“It could all be some sort of mistake.”
“Which one, that Kakra could actually be Jamal’s son or we ended up bringing a stranger’s baby home?” Ida asked.

“Which one could be considered as more plausible?”
“I’m hoping against hope that the results that Jamal got are flawed. That there was some mix-up somewhere.”
“And if it were the other? Would we have to embark on a search for our Kakra?”
“If that’s what will take to save the marriage, then yeah, maybe.”

“But what if it’s true? That Kakra has another for a father – one that she knows?”
“When we get to the bridge, we’ll cross it.”
“When?”
“I meant if. Hey, I’m worn out. Could we talk later?”
“Sure.” He kissed her and laid down.

“Goodnight.”

*

Ayesha groaned when she read Omar’s reply. She was pacing the room.

“What did he say?”
“He’s tired. Rain check.”

“Then we wait till tomorrow. It’s not like he won’t be here tomorrow. Relax,” Nadia urged her.

“We need a plan, Nadia.”
“Yeah but we can’t make one now. You’re overwhelmed and I’m tired. Come and lie down. Tomorrow is another day.”

Ayesha joined Nadia on the bed. She startled for a moment.

“Was that Kareem? I thought I heard something.”
“It was nothing. Your emotions and senses are all over the place. Just lie down.”

Ayesha obliged and lied down. She sighed heavily. Nadia wound her fingers with Ayesha’s and squeezed it.

“I know it feels like everything’s crumbling down and maybe it is. We’ve played with fire for too long and perhaps it’s about time we got a little burned. But I want you to know that, no matter how this plays out, I’ve got you.”

“Thanks, Nadia.” A long tear streamed down the side of her cheek onto the pillow.

*

Jamal’s eyes opened at the sound of his alarm. He groaned as he sat up. He looked beside him to find Karim sleeping. Finally. He had cried and fussed the whole night about the whereabouts of his mother and twin brother. He had underestimated the effect of separation from Kareem would have on him. Maybe he should have left him with his mother. Now here he was, not well rested, having to go to work. Who was going to take care of him? He scolded himself for not thinking it through.

After showering and getting himself ready, he prepared cereal for Karim to eat. He called his mother hoping she could look after him. Unfortunately, she had an appointment that would occupy her the whole day. After considering other options, he came to the conclusion that he had no better choice than to take him to Ayesha.

He sighed deeply as he took his phone to call Ayesha. She picked up at the third ring.

“Hi.”
“Hi. So…Karim had a terrible night missing you and his brother…I’d like to bring him over on my way to work…”
“Sure, that’s fine.”
“Okay. So…see you then.”
“Bye.” The call ended.

“Okay, that was awkward,” he said to himself. “Gosh, I should thought it all through.” Jamal turned to find Karim playing with his cereal.

“You miss eating with your brother, huh? Fine, let’s go.”

*

Ayesha walked into the kitchen to find Omar drinking a glass of juice.

“Good morning. Hope you had a good night sleep,” he said.

“How could I, after the horror which was dinner last night.”
“Horror? Why, what happened?”

When Ayesha gave him a puzzled look, he gasped, “Oh yeah. That was a lot. That husband of yours needs to get a grip. I’m heading out to the tennis court,” he said, slightly shaking her shoulder.

“One thing before you leave…what are your pills for?”
“Pardon me?”
“I know you’re popping pills now. What are they for?”
“What pills?”
“The pills Auntie Ida saw on you.”
“Oh, she told you about that.”
“Yeah, it was more of a passing comment. Uh huh, what are they for?”
“Male vitality.”
“Since when did you need help getting it up?”
He blinked at her bluntness. She shrugged.

“If you’re going to give a cover story, at least make it believable. But I need the real truth. What is it for?”
“Nothing major.”
“Is it hemophilia?” Ayesha asked, walking towards him.

“What?” Omar asked nervously. The doorbell rang.

“Who could be here this early? Expecting someone?” Omar asked.

“Yeah. It’s Jamal.” She walked away to the door.

Karim ran into Ayesha’s arms the moment the door opened.

“Hey baby…miss me?” Ayesha carried him and kissed his cheek. Karim held on to her tightly.

“Thank you.”
“No need. He’s my son.”

“Right.”

“Excuse me,” Omar said. “Jamal.”
“Honorable.”
“I hope you’re not here to cause any more drama.”
“No, sir. I was a little bit out of it yesterday, I admit. I apologize for any embarrassment caused.”
“It’s her you have to apologize to. I’m off, Ayesha. Will be back in a couple of hours,” Omar said and walked off to his car.

“Ayesha, I’m…”

The door slammed in his face.

 Omar laughed as he started the engine. “That’s my girl.” He drove away.

*

Keeping Within Family by Joseyphina

“Heard from Ayesha?” Bibi asked as Tariq straightened his tie, looking at himself in the mirror.

“This morning? Nah.”
“Oh poor girl. I can’t imagine how she must have felt. I’m sorry, I slept off right after we arrived last night.”
“That’s fine. I was too exhausted to talk about last night’s bombshell anyway.”
“It’s incredible that Jamal could actually believe that he could be the father of one twin and not the other.”
“Yeah. How he could get convinced of such a thing beats me.”

Bibi came out of the bathroom. She turned him to face her and she straightened the tie.

“There.”
“What would I do without you?” Tariq said and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and moaned.

“Are you sure you can’t wait a few more minutes?”
“I have a meeting I don’t want to be late to.”
“You can always blame the traffic, T. They will understand.”
“The success of the meeting largely depends on my show of punctuality and seriousness.”
“Aww…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you,” he said and kissed her as he gently unwound her arms around him.

“I love you.”
“Love you too, babe.”

Tariq left the room. Bibi sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled contentedly.

*

“Hello dad,” Ayesha’s voice filled Tariq’s car.

“Yeah dear. How are you?”

“I’m alive. The world hasn’t ended. Can’t complain.”
“Great. Come up with a plan yet on how to get through to your husband?”
“Not yet. He left too long ago. He dropped Panyin.”
“He did.”
“Yeah. Apparently, he was fussy all night because his brother and mother were not home with him.”
“Ha! Serves him right.”
“I know. So I need to find out if Uncle Omar is being truthful about not having hemophilia because Auntie Ida mentioned that she caught him with a bottle of pills but he’s being shady about what they are for,” Ayesha said.

“So um…”
“What, dad?”
“I don’t know how to break it to you but…”
“Oh gosh, he has it, doesn’t he?”

When Tariq said nothing, Ayesha sighed.

“Why would he hide that from me?”
“Because it’s the only thread that connects him to Kareem. If it comes out, he is toast.”
“And I’m not? Dad!”
“He only told me last night after the showdown. We were thinking that perhaps you should leave town for some time so the tension cools down a bit.”
“And abandon my marriage?”
“Pardon?” Tariq wasn’t sure he heard right.

“I’m going to fight for my marriage, dad. I’m not running away.”
“Honey, you cheated in a messy unconventional way. On what grounds are you fighting for it?”
“I love Jamal, dad. Yeah, I messed up but I do love him and I want to grow old with him.”
“Question: if this baby wahala didn’t happen, would you still be seeing Omar or not because you love Jamal so much?”

“Well, most likely would still be but that’s beside the point. I do love Jamal.”
“And yet you cheat on him?”
“You loved mum, didn’t you? Did that stop you from having fun with others?”

Tariq said nothing.

“You seem to forget I’m your daughter, dad.”

“Yeah…almost forgot that part. Alright, I’ve an important meeting today…will speak with you afterwards.”
“Sure. All the best with that. Love you, dad.”
“Love you too. Bye.”

*

“Ayesha…”
Ayesha whirled around in shock as the call ended.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Good morning,” Ida greeted.

“Good morning, auntie. How was your night?”
“Was alright. Yours?”
“Quite restless. Oh, Panyin is here? His dad dropped him?” Ida asked in surprise as she rubbed his head.
“Yep. He missed mummy and womb mate.”
“Great. I hope you’re not handing him over again. He better come back to his senses first.”
“I agree.”

Ida took a glass and fetched water from the dispenser. She drank.

“Let me go check up on Kakra,” Ayesha said and left the kitchen. She soon returned with him. Kareem beamed in delight upon seeing his brother. Ayesha placed him on a seat next to Karim.

“What would you want to have for breakfast?” Ayesha asked them.

 “Would love some eggs. Kindly make me some,” Ida said as she walked out.

“Yes, auntie.”

Ida entered the bedroom and started to lay the bed. She felt something under Omar’s pillow. She took it off the bed and saw the bottle of pills. She picked it up and squinted to read. She plopped herself down on the bed.

*

Omar returned home to find Ida, Nadia and Ayesha having breakfast.

“It’s pretty late to be having breakfast, isn’t it?” he said, checking his watch.

“Every time is breakfast time, dad,” Nadia said.

Omar joined them. He poured himself some brewed tea and added milk and sugar. Ida glanced at Ayesha who had her gaze on the plate in front of her. She looked over at Omar whom she caught glancing at Ayesha. He smiled at her when their eyes met.

Omar served himself some bacon, sausages and steamed veggies.

“Mum, there’s this hair shop you definitely need to check out,” Nadia said, scrolling down her Instagram feed.

“Yeah?”
“Uh huh…good prices too. You’ll love it. Ayesha and I are planning on checking out the shop one of these days.”
“Let me know when you’ve decided when exactly you’re going.”
“Okay mum.”

Ida looked at Omar’s plate. Almost empty. Omar finished his cup of tea.

“Omar, may I have a word with you?” Ida said, getting up.

“Right now?” he asked, his fork pausing mid-air as he was about to help himself to more bacon.

“Yeah.”

As she walked away, Ida gave Ayesha a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. Ayesha looked up and met Omar’s eyes. He followed Ida out of the dining room.

“What is it that couldn’t wait till I had finished breakfast?” Omar asked, closing the bedroom door behind him.

Ida turned around, holding his bottle of pills. She shook it. Omar asked.

“What is it this time? Why do you choose to worry yourself about something that is none of your business?”
“You had me calling on old mates who are doctor acquaintances just to be sure what these pills are for.”
“Okay, what did they say?”
“Why not come clean once and for all?”
“Since you went through the trouble to discover what the pills are for, I’d give you the honor to say it.”
“Classic hemophilia.”

“Classic, huh? Thanks for the info.”
“Now to the question I really need an answer for…do you have anything to do with Ayesha birthing twins for separate fathers?”
“Do you seriously think…?”
“Ugh…ugh no. I don’t have time for your drama right now. It’s either you tell me or I go out and ask Ayesha.”

Omar pocketed his hands and sighed.

“Gosh, you disgust me. Ayesha is practically your daughter!”

“That doesn’t technically mean she’s my…”
A hard slap went across his face. Omar touched his assaulted cheek.

“Men of your kind need to be castrated. It’s because of people like you that makes the men are trash hashtag timeless.”
Ida left the room. Omar took his phone.

“Ayesha?”

She turned. “Yes auntie.”

“I need you to tell me the truth. Who’s Kakra’s father?”

Ayesha blinked.

(c) Josephine Amoako 2021

Read Chapter 42 here.

19 Comments Add yours

  1. Ade Wryts says:

    Let’s get the confessions done and over with

    Liked by 1 person

    1. joseyphina says:

      Yeah, thanks for reading, Ade.

      Like

      1. Ade Wryts says:

        You’re welcome 🙂, thank you for writing

        Liked by 1 person

  2. Oh no!

    On Wed, 18 Aug 2021 at 00:01, Joseyphina’s World wrote:

    > joseyphina posted: ” Read Chapter 40 here. Omar came out of the shower. He > picked up his phone from his bedside drawer. A message from Ayesha. We > need to talk. He sighed and typed his reply, “Pretty tired from the flight. > Rain check?” “One hell of a welcome dinne” >

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Ganzymalgwi says:

    You can’t eat your cake and have it.

    Like

  4. Being Oray says:

    Can chapter 42 come out tomorrow?? Ahhhhhh everywhere want to scatter

    Liked by 1 person

    1. joseyphina says:

      Lol….haven’t written it yet. Thanks for reading!

      Like

  5. justynlove says:

    Fire on the mountain 🔥! Moment

    Liked by 1 person

    1. joseyphina says:

      Haha ….thanks for reading

      Like

      1. justynlove says:

        You’re welcome… Seems like the series are closing in

        Liked by 1 person

  6. CBG says:

    🤣🤣🤣🤣
    I love this. One slap for Omar & it’s time to confess, Ayesha!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. joseyphina says:

      Haha….thanks for catching up! 😃👍

      Liked by 1 person

      1. CBG says:

        It was definitely worth it. Can’t wait for Chapter 42 🤣🤣

        Liked by 1 person

  7. Racheal says:

    Eish, everything seems to be unravelling so fast.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. joseyphina says:

      Lol…I know…

      Liked by 1 person

  8. verojanuary says:

    I like Ida 😁

    Liked by 1 person

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