An Arranged Marriage - Episode 37
"Why would he do something like that?" I whisper into the interior of the car as soon as the driver slams the door behind Kane.
"Why would he lie?" The tears is there, shaking my voice.
"Babe.." Kane says, His voice taut.
But I don't hear the undercurrent in his voice, I'm lost in my own world as I stare out the window of the car.
My mind traveling, Unraveling.
"Did he think he could get me to marry someone by lying that I had to get married? Why can't he be a father? Why does he have to be so despicable?" I ask, my shoulders shaking.
"I'm so. . I'm.." The tears come and I give a ugly sob as my hand wipes the tears spilling from my eyes.
I refuse to turn to Kane, I refuse to let him see me like this, This weak person that dealing with my father always turns me into.
"Babe.. Look at me" His voice is awful, So cold, devoid of emotion.
He must be confused, not knowing what to do with a crying female.
I refuse to be weak.
I wipe at my face.
"I'm okay, I'm okay" I say, my voice breaking.
"Babe, To me, Look at me" He says, Turning me around but I refuse to look at him , I'm sure I look like warmed over death.
"Eyes to me Anadia" instinctively my eyes slides to his.
"You are OK" He says but I'm not, I'm really not.
"Your father is a despicable person and trying to reason with him or trying to understand why he does what he does is not a road you want to go down, do you hear me?" He asks but my eyes are unfocused, I'm lost in my head.
I've told Kane everything there is to tell about the box.
He knows what it means to me and what the land that is currently in his possession means to me.
He's been told all the horror stories that is my father trying to sell me to the highest bidder.
The real reason I lost my song and dance.
He suffered through them all and I had to remind him at one point where he wanted to tear our room apart that I'm alright and I'm right there with him.
He had looked mad.
Like he wanted to do harm.
But then he had grown still and I didn't know what to do with that when he retreated into himself.
We are right now on our way from the bank where I just received information that has rocked my world.
There was no need for me to get married.
It had been a lie.
They have no idea that my father had forged my signature to get the deeds to the land but there's a certain clause in the will that states that the box should go to a daughter, only a daughter of the Razaq family.
I had taken a detour, directly to my mother's lawyer who was thrilled to see me but also confirmed that there wasn't a need for me to get married.
My mind had shattered at that time.
I need to see my father, ask him why? What was going through his mind when he lied to me in the middle of the night.
"Babe, Be with me, stay with me till we get home, can you do that? Can you give me that?" He asks and I nod, knowing he's asking for me not to go into my head.
But it's so easy.
Other people get fathers who dotes on them but I get a father that hates me.
My poor sisters.
The car pulls into the driveway of the house and I'm opening my side of the car, stepping out and then proceeding to cry out when pain shoots through my bad leg.
Kane is there, holding me up.
His hand on my back, he bends at the knee and lifts me up, my hands go around his neck, my purse dangling off my finger, my head tucking into his neck.
"Let's leave the real world" I whisper.
"What?" He asks.
"Let's leave the real world for a while, I don't want to deal with it" I say, my eyes falling close.
"Let's do that baby girl" He says and the light behind my eyes darkens, alerting me to the fact that we've entered the house.
Conversations halt when he steps in and I open my eyes, but refuse to lift my head.
I can't think.
I even can't face my sisters.
Right now I'm confused, thinking thoughts, thoughts I shouldn't be thinking.
Like the fact that my father was probably aware of the fact that I had a thing with Kane, he must have lied to me, to force me to ask, do something to get closer to Kane.
Oh my God.
Is he now going to try to start exploiting my marriage with Kane?
"Is she alright?" Someone asks but I don't know who, my brain is whirling.
Kane does not reply, just walk past them and before I can blink we are in our room.
He sets me on the bed and I immediately curl into my side.
My eyes unseeing.
"Anadia" A voice whispers in my ear, I tightly shut my eyes.
I don't want to think, I just want my brain to shut up.
I just want to sleep.
"Anadia, To me" He says.
Later when I'm not feeling betrayed by the man who helped gave me life.
I feel him roll my body so that I was facing the ceiling, I still don't open my eyes.
I feel his weight settle into the other side of the bed.
My mind drifts again, is Kane going to hate me now that he understands that my family is whacked.
My chest hurts suddenly and I can't breath.
Oh my goodness
Oh my God.
Is he...is he.. Going to rethink his decision?
I know he said he wanted me but.
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I try to roll to my side but I can't because there's a weight between my legs.
I frown, distracted from my thoughts.
My eyes pop open to see a familiar head between my legs.
"I finally have your attention babe" He says, his hands lifting my leather skirt up, his hands going to the purple lacy panties I'm wearing.
"What are you doing?"
"You wanted out of the real world darling"
"We are not stepping back in the real world for another week babe, I don't like loosing you to your head, I don't like loosing your eyes, I don't like loosing your fire and I don't like loosing you in general, I totally fucking hate seeing you cry" He says and my body lifts as his hands tug the scrap of lace past my hip.
"Babe... The real world is not gonna intrude, let me make you feel good, then let me help you forget" He says, his hands balling the lacy thing and shoving it into his pocket.
"Okay" I squeak.
"My good girl"
I'm a bastard..
It's a given.
I can't seem to remember the reason I contemplated revenge in the first place.
This woman in my arms, sleeping in my arms is worth more than any family heirloom or the world in general.
Guilt eats at my inside as I remember the fact that I caused it, I caused what almost broke her down today.
I will never forgive myself for the part I played in it..
I will spend the rest of our life making it up to her, I promise.
I promise on the grave of my mother.
I kiss her head and she smiles, her eyes opening but unfocused.
"Hey" She whispers.
"Bossy" She says before closing her eyes and going back to sleep.
I promise to treasure this person in my arms.
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