ENDLESS TEARS
Endless Tears - Episode 24
Subtle: I just wanna make you Smile again
Genres: Billionaire, Deceit
Tags: Deceit,love, jealousy,hatred, marriage
Written by Adeola Nissi
(HER FATHER'S JOY)
“Why won‟t you listen to reason” Amara‟s mum yelled in
anger as she marched behind her husband into the sitting room. The
argument had been going on for almost thirty minutes, yet he won‟t
listen. “I know my dreams Nnayi, they always come true. Let us take
Amara out of that house before they kill her for me”
“Listen to me woman. Amara is married and it is her duty to
remain in that house for better for worse. Just because you dreamt
that Alex beat her till she fainted, you want her to leave such a
wealthy family? My God! Don‟t be stupid woman”
“I am not stupid, I am a mother and naturally, I am concerned
about my child. Unfortunately, you are not” she said angrily.
“Why should I be? Now, Amara is nothing more than a financial means for me. We both know that she is not our daughter;
why would I be bothered?” Crashing sounds made then turn and they both gasped in horror.
“Amara”
I stared in horror as I examined the mess I had made on the floor. It had been my intention to give a solid surprise but now, the nylon of provisions I was holding just had to fall down, giving me
away without much ado. I quickly glanced up at my parents. They were looking at me in horror and fright. That was not the kind of expression I was looking for. Yes, the nylon falling down could have
been a scare but did they have to look so frightened.
“Papa, Mama; good evening” I called with a beaming smile.
“Surprise. I wanted to surprise you both. Why do you both look so frightened? I am not a ghost”
My mother seemed to be shivering. “You did not hear anything?” she asked shakily.
“Of course I heard something! You both were fighting again.
What was the cause of your argument this time?”
They both shifted nervously and seemed to heave a sigh of relief. “I thought I was always the cause of your arguments but now,
I discover that you also argue when I am not there” I busied myself with gathering the scattered provisions. “Anyways, this is not the
time to talk about it. Why not welcome your daughter uhn?” I grinned.
I went into my mother‟s waiting hands and hugged her tightly.
“I have missed you my child.” She whispered.
I stared at my father for some seconds, uncertain if a hug would be accepted by him. A splitting smile lit his face and he opened his arms which I ran into for a hug. I have to accept that these are the
only people in life who care about me. These are the people who love me unconditionally. They are there through the thick and thin.
Despite the fact that my dad did not seem to show his love for me through his actions, I had a feeling that he loves me even though he does not show it.
“How are you doing my daughter” he asked as he released me.
“I see the pregnancy is changing your body” he commented.
“Yes Papa” I said. “This apartment is really beautiful” I commented as I looked around again.
“It is” my mother responded as she went through what I brought. “Wow, you brought so many things” she said satisfactorily.
“There is more” I quickly went outside to the car to carry things and the driver helped me as well. The happiness in the face of my parents was priceless and I was glad that I brought them a measured
level of happiness. The rest of the evening was spent in happy chatter and for the first time in life‟s history, I noticed that my dad has a
healthy sense of humor. The gifts I brought had probably been responsible for opening that part of him.
Mum and I prepared dinner even though she argued
continuously that I needed rest because of my condition. I ignored her and joined her in the kitchen. I wanted to be the only one cooking
but my parents would have none of that. Mum and I chatted on as we prepared the food and laughter rang out. I deliberately avoided anything that had to do with Alex, not wanting him to spoil the
mood.
“Mum?” I called when we both became quiet.
“Yes?”
“Why were you and dad arguing when I arrived?” I watched her grow frighteningly still. “Can you tell me?”
She shifted, and then cleared her throat. “No… No, it is irrelevant. We are a married couple, it is normal to fight every now and then… we would always settle our differences. Don‟t worry”
I wanted to argue but knew that I should not be meddling in my parents‟ affairs, so I let it go. She sighed audibly when I did not argue and I almost changed my mind and probe further but she was
smart enough to change the subject instantly. The dinner was reallylively and my father talked endlessly, forgetting his own „table
manners‟ admonitions.
“You both seem very happy here, are you not thinking of going back to Iguocha soon?” I asked suddenly.
“Mbanu” My father said instantly. “I am not ready to go back to poverty. I would only go back when I have enough money with me to lavish there. When I start a business and make good money,
then, I know that my arrival in the village would be respected.”
I thought of what my father said and had to agree with him. In the village, my father was not accepted in so many respectable gatherings because he had no penny to give. The disgrace had been much. Whenever I saw the way rich men and women were treated, I always wished that my parents could receive that same level of
honour and respect. It had boosted my dream to make it in life, but Alex had effectively trampled on that dream. Anyways, all hope is not lost.
I left the dinning and went to take my bag. I again sank into the chair I vacated as I opened my bag. My parents were looking at me
and I felt, rather than saw their widened eyes as I extracted money from my bag.
“Amara” mother gasped and I smiled. I placed the large sum of money in front of my dad.
“That is two hundred and fifty thousand Naira. I would give you another one tomorrow to make it five hundred thousand Naira tomorrow. Please manage it papa and mama. I hope it can start up a
small business” I said with a soft smile.
There was silence for some seconds, then, my father was out of his seat, hugging me so tight, I found it hard to breathe. “My daughter, oh, I knew I could count on you” he said, unable to control
his happiness. He instantly left me and started fussing with the money.
My mother was still where she was sitting. “Is this ok with you
Amara?” she asked softly, surprising me slightly.
“Of course it is ok with her” my dad answered sharply, fixing her a stern glare. “Why shouldn‟t it?”
My mum glared back at him and I looked at both of them in confusion. “Don‟t worry mum, this is perfectly ok with me. It is my duty to take care of you and papa. You were right; Alex is a traitor
and a beast. You are the only people who love me”
Mum swallowed and murmured a low „thanks‟, while dad continued to count the money endlessly. I pushed all my questions away and enjoyed the look of pure happiness I saw on my father‟s
face. I was not happy that my mother seemed rather moody but I let it pass.
Feeling exhausted, I decided to retire into one of the rooms.
Ever since I produced the money, dad has been treating me like a queen, insisting on being the one to fix my bath water by himself. I slept like a baby that night, happy that I was not at my husband‟s
mansion where there was nothing but sadness and pain.
T.b.c
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