For over two minutes, Melissa Fanny, stood gaping and staring irritatingly at me. I abandoned myself to shame and uncertainty as I smacked my lips tightly and pressed my hands in front.
“Brian Patrick?”
She called’ her voice was still and quarrelsome to an extent. All the while we stood staring at each other in shock, her father, Fanny Luis, a middle aged billionaire and the richest oil and gas tycoon in Rio Hondo rolled his eyes at me and kept gulping and pouring his wine impatiently. His jaw set.
Her grandmother Lisa Bake through her conical goggles couldn’t stop peering at me from her sitting position. She blinked anxiously as her nose wrinkled.
“Is this not your husband? Is this not the same Brian Patrick that siphoned fifteen billion dollars from Community Central Bank?” Lisa Bake, her grandmother queried.
“You are right, granny.” Fanny replied and afterwards mumbled, “The criminal son-in-law is out of jail.”
I stole a glance at him, lowered my gaze in hurt and swallowed hard, just to avoid bickering with him.
“What are you doing here, Brian Patrick?” Melissa asked, scowled her face at me and pulled back a little obviously when she perceived my body odor.
I could see the callous looks on her gloomy face, and it was evident that Melissa and her family didn’t expect to see this horrible face now and forever.
When I stared at her finger, I couldn’t see any trace of the cheap wedding ring I gave her at the registry on our wedding day. Rather what kept glistening into my eyes from her fingers was diamond ring that worth millions of dollars if I may guess.
She was about uttering a word when Lisa Bake trudged to our side with a box of diamond pearls and necklaces.
“Melissa, darling, your fiancée, Zion Don sent these diamond pearls and necklaces to you. I got it from the delivery boy yesterday.” Lisa bake smiled at the gifts as she brought them out one after the other. She chuckled excitedly and sounded, “Oh Melissa, your intended husband must be super rich. I hear he is Zion Don, son to the world richest man.”
“My wife is getting married?” I said inwardly and scowled my face at Melissa. I ground my jaw.
At the time Melissa couldn’t meet my gaze; she threw away her gaze to the wall, and breathed uneasily in guilt.
I writhed in pain, swallowed hard and kept winking nervously. My eyes burnt with warm tears which I struggled to fight back.
“Come on try it on, dear,” Lisa Bake intoned, and about swirling around to walk back to her seat when a white paper fell from her bosom and she gazed upon it, “What is this?” she asked and looked at Fanny Luis for prompt answer. Already she was unfolding the wrapped paper.
He replied her in a sonorous voice, “That must be the POS slip for the diamond pearls, I guess. Am I right?” he had a gulp of his wine and grinned.
“You are right. Oh my God! Wow!” Lisa Bake exclaimed, and covered her gaping mouth with her palms. “This is too much for diamond pearls. Eight point five million dollars is far way much for this.” She pointed at the pearls.
She peered at Melissa and put the necklace on her neck. “Beautiful piece; you must handle it with care, dear. I am very sure Brian Patrick cannot afford it now and in his life to come,” she said and sighed at me.
I couldn’t raise my gaze to look in their faces. I could feel those warm tears trickle now and its final destination on my foot. I sniffed repeatedly.
Melissa clenched my wrist. “Excuse me, father, granny,” she said and dragged me by the arm as we advanced outside.
“What are you doing here?” she asked arrogantly once we halted, “You are supposed to be in jail…”
I interposed her hastily, “Are you supposed to be asking me such rhetorical question? Don’t you want me to be out of jail? Should my wife be asking such silly question?”
Pa!
That was the sound of a resounding slap from Melissa. I caught my cheeks immediately and nursed them as I felt the redness and hotness churn my face.
She poked into my face, “How dare you ask me such question, Brian Patrick? You siphoned fifteen billion dollars from a reputable bank as Community Central Bank and went to jail and you stand here to question me, uh?”
I grinned, still feeling the slap burn my cheeks, “Why do you all believe Morgan Harris’s allegation. Trust me when I say I don’t know anything about that crime. I have never stolen in my life. How can I siphon fifteen billion dollars and still remain destitute?” I gestured at myself from head to toes. “I am innocent.”
Just then she glared at me from my unkempt scraggly long hair to my scaly dusty; dirty bare feet, before she shook her head in disappointment.
I swallowed hard and wished those tears wouldn’t trickle down any further as I stared at her diamond engagement ring.
“You disappointed us, Brian Patrick. Your fifteen years imprisonment left us with nothing than shame and regret. The news was making the round in Rio Hondo and beyond about the Fanny’s son-in-law being implicated in a fifteen billion dollars fraud. You know how influential my family is in Rio Hondo yet you brought this shame upon us. You rubbed the Fanny’s prestige in the mud.”
She broke down in tears.
“You are full of ruin and poverty now, Brian Patrick. Why are you here? What are you doing in my life, again? You should have remained in jail, because already you have gone extinct in my heart.”
I dared to hold her delicate pale hands and she cringed and raised her hands at me again. I pulled back, avoiding more of her slap.
“Go away Brian Patrick. I have moved on. You have never been better than what you are now. Right now you are worse than poverty. I gave up on you a long time ago…”
I interrupted her hastily once my gaze came on the diamond engagement ring once again, “Where is the wedding ring I gave you at the registry, Melissa?” I asked, stared and gaped at her…
Melissa sniffed. I believed she was fighting back her tears just as I did. Her gaze came upon her diamond engagement ring before she flashed her fingers at me.“A better ring has replaced yours, Brian Patrick. On the night you were convicted of the said crime, I flushed your cheap wedding ring down the toilet. You don’t deserve this heart, Brian Patrick. You have no place on this finger!” she yelled at me so loudly that I noticed Lisa Bake, her granny trudge to the window to stare at us.I scowled my face. I could feel the pounding of my heart against my fragile chest as I argued if she was bluffing or not.“What do you mean, Melissa? I married you before going to jail. We were happy and fated to be together forever until…” my voice broke out and snapped.She interrupted me radically and rolled her eyes, “Go ahead and complete your statement. Until what … until you went to jail, right? You don’t deserve me Brian Patrick. In two weeks, I will be legally married to Zion Don, son to the
“Did you see the divorce I sent to your email?” Melissa Fanny had a fierce expression on her face when she asked me that question.But my expression was more fierce than hers that it could boil an egg. What was she talking about? Divorce? I said within me.“What divorce are you talking about, Melissa?” I queried and my jaw set abruptly.“She rolled her eyes at me and her eyes gleamed as she said, “My family has gotten petition for dissolution of our marriage.” She shook her head in disappointment and her eyes dimmed as though she was going to break down in tears. “Let’s divorce. Listen up Brian Patrick, I don’t want us to over flog this issue, if you watch closely you would see my father and granny staring at us through the window. My father has warned me not to have anything to do with you anymore and he is beginning to feel irritated seeing you frequent his villa. So once you get the email, please sign the divorce and that puts an end to us.” Her voice was still and offensive as her
“You can’t be my delivery boy looking all unkempt, scraggly and barefooted. Here you are,” he picked up a pair of new slippers and tossed at me, “This is for you, Brian Patrick.”He was Hoffers Greenfield CEO of Hoffers Intercontinental Foods. He was in his early thirties, burly bald-head, charismatic and a mogul of chains of food industries. He was going to be the only CEO that accepted to employ me based on my experience as a delivery boy at Morgan Group.“Thank you, boss! Thank you boss,” I appreciated repeatedly and swam out of my gloom as I was ready to have a fresh start, I bowed my head gratefully as I couldn’t stop glaring at this blue slippers which I never thought of buying after I lost my previous one.He took out a pair of white overall which had, HOFFERS FOOD DELIVERY inscribed at the back, and tossed at it at me. “Hence forth that will be your uniform,” he said yet further, “You see, Brian Patrick, I don’t usually employ ex convict. We have our policies. I don’t usually
If someone had told me that a time would come in my miserable life when I would be serving as a delivery boy at the wedding ceremony of my wife, I wouldn’t have believed it.Ever since my boss, Hoffers told me about the services of Hoffers Food being hired by Zion Don and Melissa for their wedding I started regretting getting a job at Hoffers. I couldn’t stop brooding over the shame, pain, and disappointment that would cloud my face on the day I would watch with my two eyes as Melissa Fanny would be taken as wife.My wife?Was this fated to be or was it coincidence? How possible was that? Being a gust was even out of it let alone being a delivery boy on duty on that day. It would definitely be the most horrible moment of my life .I had been all tears sober and moody since the news wet my ears.The Fannys rejected me because I was poor. Before I married Melissa, it had been my dream to be called their son-in-law and when I first met Melissa, I never knew she was a descendent of the Fa
Usually Hoffers Greenfield was the last soul to leave the restaurant; most times he would be the first to leave after he must have balanced the financial records with the account department.Gratefully, I brazed myself for running down to the restaurant fast enough. And once I saw his black Rolls Royce still elegantly parked at the garage I gave an appreciative nod confirming his presence; the run was worth.I was in his office now, squatting, gasping and catching my breath after running more than two hundred meters.“What is it, Brian Patrick? What are you still doing here? I thought you have left for home? What happened?” he hounded me with tons of questions as I shut my eyes still catching my breath.“Boss…Boss…” my voice broke out and then I sucked back my breath to speak yet further, “Boss my family is in deep mess,” I intoned finally and wiped mu sweating face, “I just returned now to see my father and our property outside and the house locked by our landlord.”Hoffers raised a
When I paced down to father, I met him snoring and lying carelessly on the cold ground with a sizeable bag serving as pillow. Through the flash of lightning I could see his teary face and I could tell the baldy had dried up his tears gland with weeping and gnashing of teeth.I controlled my wailing as I wept under my breath, daring not to arouse his sorrowful countenance again. Spring wasn’t friendly. The cold misty wind often blew at us with the shivering effect really scary. I gazed upon father and our property and wondered how much of such ruins would befall us.I thought I wasn’t going to stay up all night but as soon as my eyes became heavy, a striking, clapping sound of thundering broke out and without gross hesitation a heavy down pour ensued. I flinched and father did same but with at a quicker pace.“It is raining!” I murmured and lost in my gloom; whether to tend to my father or our property. I glanced around and there was no shelter at eyeshot. We were stranded in the dark
The wedding ceremony between Melissa Fanny and Zion Don, son to the world richest man, Saint Don was an embodiment of wealth showcase. Rio Hondo was on total shut down, as all the billionaires and tycoons from all walks of life honored the invitation in a remarkably flamboyant manner.On our side, as the Food Vendors that would host the refreshment, Chairman Hoffers Greenfield made a tailor-made jumpsuit for all his staffers. Earlier in the week, when I was piling and unloading the packs of food I would deliver to residents, I had seen the POS slip of money credited to Hoffers Food for the intercontinental recipe that would be served at the wedding ground.Ten million dollars worth of English intercontinental refreshment!The POS was bearing Saint Don as the creditor.Saint Don! Indeed he was the world richest man and countless times I had wondered how fortunate Zion Don was to be the heir to the Saint Don Group. Zion Don had enormous wealth at his disposal and this was the reason th
The wedding ceremony between Melissa Fanny and Zion Don gathered so many guests that its resultant effect was the tons of packaged food waiting to be delivered at various destinations. My broken heart couldn’t let me focus on my duty throughout the reception.Whereas other staff manned their duty post and rendered services, I was outside, tucked away behind a large fig tree and sobbed to the last tone in my breath. I couldn’t stand my wife being taken as bride. That was gross. This was the height of it!By the time the wedding ceremony had come to an end and staff whose duty were perfectly rendered dispersed, I was faced with this tons of deliverables that must get to various homes today.“This is the reason I never wanted to employ you as my delivery boy,” Chairman Hoffers Greenfield chirped as he gazed upon this offensive tons of packaged food to be delivered, “What were you doing during the wedding? Were you asleep when this packs of food piled up to this height? The guests have be