episode 11
Val’s side of the story continues from the last scene of
the previous episode
‘’who the hell is Charles?’’ I asked with a slightly raised
voice as I stared at Isadora with great disbelief. Of
course she appeared shocked to see me and I equally
couldn’t believe she left me at the room to make a
mystery phone call to Charles. I thought she was
hundred percent faithful to me. My head couldn’t help
but come up with lots of silly explanations. Of course I
was busy with my work when she left the room but it
never stopped me from noticing how hurriedly she left
and after waiting few minutes for her to return went
out in search of her, Only to find her screaming
Charles on top of her voice.
( I didn’t catch up with her on time to get details of
her conversation with the guy but I was on time to hear
her scream the name “Charles”)
‘’like seriously Val?’’ she breathed,
‘’alright Charles is my boyfriend. Are you happy now?’’
she added, sighed and headed back to the room while I
quickly followed her. There was this way she gave her
reply that made it look as if I questioned her wrongly.
Attitude girls are good at displaying.
‘’so tell me who is Charles and why did you have to go
outside to make your call?’’ I asked again as soon as we
got back to the room.
‘’I never knew you are the jealous and monitoring type
val. Charles is my boyfriend nau’’ she playfully
answered, fell on the bed and watched me, smiling
broadly.
‘’stop playing with me. Just tell me the truth’’ I
demanded strongly. Of course with the way she
replying, I felt Charles wasn’t really who I earlier
thought he was.
‘’you men are something else. I left the room to make
my calls in order not to disturb your work and what I
get in return is suspicion. I thought you trust me?.
Alright Charles is my mother’s mechanic. He was
supposed to pick up my car today for servicing but he
failed to. I was angry when I called him because your
mum made me angry. I spoke to her first’’ she slowly
narrated while I sat on the bed and stared at her
curiously.
‘’how did my mum make you angry?’’ I asked
‘’I discovered that some of my jewelries were missing
when we got here hours ago. I reported the issue to
her. She took it up and discovered that the new girl
stole them including some of hers. I demanded she
throw the thief out but she refused, saying she already
gave her a second chance which got me pissed. I can’t
share the house with a thief’’ she narrated, leaving me
totally stunned with the story. I painfully stood up and
headed towards the window to look out. I couldn’t
believe Isadora was a thief. The poor innocent looking
girl I had feelings for. It really broke my heart very
much that I couldn’t even concentrate on anything else
that day.
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Isadora’s side of the story continues
I had a very sleepless night as I wondered who was
really behind the set up or should I say theft that left
me totally embarrassed. I knew even though I was given
a second chance that I would still be seen as a thief. I
thought about Val and tears instantly appeared in my
eyes. I knew the story would eventually get to him and
I couldn’t imagine how he would feel or relate to me
afterwards. My heart really was broken. It pains to be
wrongly accused.
Early the next morning, I went to Val’s bedroom to
clean it up. I started from the wardrobe where some of
Jane’s bags were kept. The lady really brought in lots
of her belongings to the house, occupying two rooms
even though she was yet to get married to Val,
something that left me stunned. As I slowly took out
the bags to clean the wardrobe, an old picture fell out
of one Jane’s bags, gaining my attention. I quickly took
the picture and stared at it with interest. It was a
family picture taken about twenty or more years ago
because Jane was barely standing on her feet. However
something else caught my curiosity and it was the
second couple in the picture, standing beside Jane’s
parents. The man looked a bit like Jane’s father and his
wife wore an old school pendant that looked exactly like
the one I had with me. The pendant I was told was for
‘good luck’ which my mum wore on my neck before her
untimely death. I was told perhaps it was the pendant
that saved my life.
( I always had the pendant with me but no longer wore
it because it was kind of big and very old school like).
Yes I wasn’t supposed to have any ideas because of the
pendant I saw on the woman’s neck because they really
could be gotten anywhere in those days and probably
the woman was having difficulty having kids like my
mother and had to wear it. But then no matter how
hard I tried to discard the faces in the picture, I
found myself thinking about them over and over. I had
this great urge to keep the picture but the fear of
being called a thief again, held me from taking it.
I badly needed to know who my biological parents were
and how they looked like.
To be continued
