Best Friend - Episode 4

 

The ringing of Paris phone broke the cold silence that ensued with both I and Tundes eye interlocked fighting a cold war, "Mum what's wrong? You mean right now?" Paris voice cut our little eye saga as we both turned to face her "babe is everything alright?" I asked showing more than genuine concern, "all is well, I just have to go home now" "but you just got here" "am pretty sure you over heard the call my mum needs to see me Tunde please drop me off" she said harshly obviously angered not by the call. "OK fine let me change my clothes and then we, I mean you and I will go together" "No!" she said almost shouting, "Tunde will drop me off" she said in a calmer but firm voice . I decided to let go and immediately she cleared the dining there were off.

She has no right to be angry at me I thought, after all she invited that homosexual to my house what did she even expect. My phone rang interrupting my thoughts, "Dr Fred your mother was just rushed to the hospital" said the familar voice on the other side of the phone... .

THINGS I DONT KNOW OF " Mum I really don't understand I thought all this while you said you have no living relative and my father was the only thing you had, how do I now explain that my grandfater your father is alive and wants to see me." She turned from her mother to the man that sat next to her, he was a handsome young Egyptian dressed in rich Arabian attire. "Can somebody please talk to me?" she quarrelled Mrs Adebayo turned to the handsome young man' "I will talk to her, just give us some time", he replied in a dialect she Paris did not understand "please do, you know we have very little time this is my card call me when you are both ready"

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. Your father was one of the few Nigerians that came to school in Egypt he was so funny and nice", she paused and smiled as she blushed "I fell for his charms with very little resistance, the problem was he was a Christian and I a Muslim that was already betrothed to the prince, everyone warned us that we were walking a dangerous path but love has a way of making one not see danger, we would not listen to anybody." "Like you, am the only child of my parents, i was a miracle child a blessing from Allah they would always say, my father had four wives but none could bear him a child, so that explains why I was overly loved and treated like the princess I was". She continued looking into the air as she spoke and Paris sat still trying to comprehend every word. " My father was very wealthy, an influential and powerful imam and my relationship with your father was a huge insult to his name." "The day of our graduation my father got so furious when he found out that after so much beatings, I still went out with your father and at the time was 2 months pregnant for him, I had never seen him so angry, that night, I overheard him sending some of his men to make sure your father was no longer in the way, since my affair would certainly ruin his favour with the royal family, that same night", she continued, with a tear now gently rolling down her left cheek "I escaped the mansion to your father and we decided to elope to Nigeria where we have been all this while, my father long disowned me, but now he lays on his sick bed with only a few more days to live with his last wish been to see us, yes he learnt I successfully had you". She handed a picture to Paris, the young lady in the picture was a sight to behold, there was a shine in her bright eyes, her beauty was raw, untamed,breath taking.

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. Even with the hijab, a lock of her curly, long hair, as dark as blackness could be seen. "Who is she?" Paris asked as mixed feelings ravaged through her mind. "The lady in the picture is my mother when she was your age" Paris was stunned, even she could see how much she looked like the lady in the picture it was almost like she went back in time to take the picture.

"I don't want to see him" Paris said after a while as she handed the picture back to her mother, "if your love for my father was so much evil to him why would he now want to see the product of that love?".

Two full days was what it took to convince Paris,and all the while poor Fred was not in the know assuming she was still angry over his little issue with Tunde. On noticing the door was opened she pushed it in, " babe am sorry I haven't been picking your cal ......" "Oh its you?" She said on realizing it was Kunle's smiling face she raised her head to see. "Good day Paris, I see you are looking beautiful as ever" he said still with a cute smile on his face, "you are welcome". "Please where is Fred I need to speak with him, his number has been unreachable", she said obviously not even interested in having any conversation with him. "Come on Paris you could at least answer my greeting" he replied a little disappointed, "fine, good day, how are you? Now where is Fred?" She hastily replied, "Paris for Christ sake, why are you been so rude, we don't have to be like this, I really don't want any trouble...." " are you going to tell me where he is or not?" She cut in "infact am out of here, tell him to call me before tomorrow" she added as she turned to walk away. "He is in the theatre and might be there a while since its kind of going bad," he called out as she approached the door, "I hope he doesn't loose another patient, you know how he gets when he looses one". She stopped at the door " okay, just tell him I came and please stop making it sound like he never carried out a successful operation". "You know we can't keep running from this right? This feelings we share". She closed back the door as she slowly turned to meet his gaze.