Revenge For The Restaurant Kissing

Have you signed the divorce paper?

Have you signed the divorce paper?

Laila called him out to a restaurant.

He came to the place. He had the hundred dollars he was tipped on him.

It could afford anything for two of them for their 3rd marriage anniversary.

Then, she could take care of any other bills they may incur but let it be he acted as a man, first. He reasoned.

He met her in the restaurant with a man. The man's face was shielded with dark eyeglasses. It was cute on him and he must confess. He was jealous.

Before them on the table was a white card bearing 3rd Marriage Anniversary in a white saucer. On each side of the saucer were a golden fork and a golden spoon.

Three candles were lit before the saucer.

"Is that?" He mocked himself with a wry smile.

He expected an introduction from Laila as he stood waiting.

The man, whether it was his time to go or he was acting, meshed his fingers and Laila's, and took Laila up.

David's temperature shot up. He lost his bearing and fell into a chair.

Laila closed her eyes as the man was kissing her like no tomorrow, his palms tracing her curves, reaching her firm bums, and weighing them like to know their kilos. He was repeating it until Laila fell in his arms.

Laila smiled and pulled his shoulders back.

She looked tipsy and David walked out.

She followed her."David. Stop!"

She threw her car key at him."I knew you were sad." She smiled

Silence

"David."

Silence.

"Have you signed the divorce paper?"

The car sped up.

"Once a man dies! Once a man dies !" David was brewing inside.

He brushed the car through the gate, dashed out, ran up, and signed the divorce papers.

He threw it to her and took his bag.

He paused and pointed at the clock on the table. "I know," Laila said bitterly. She pushed the clock into his hands.

Just as he came down, Dina and her last child, Tim held him hostage. "Where are the things she gave you? " they demanded to have it back.

"Nothing. " David protested.

"It's a lie." they chorused.

They put their hands into his pockets. "Who owns this money? " Dina waved the one hundred naira to see if it had another one attached to it and quickly weaved it into her bra, still searching.

David was dumbstruck, and he let them search even into his arse, knowing he did not collect anything from Laila.

" You said you didn't collect anything. You stole this clock then?" She was referring to the clock he collected from Laila.

It was found in his bag.

"Mom, he didn't collect anything. " Laila coming down said.

"Are you blind? Don't you see your clock, so he stole this expensive clock? "

"Mom. It is his," said Laila.

"Don't say that! This expensive clock? "

"Mother-in-law, take it. For harboring me. "

David let her take it.

By the road, under a tree, he sat on his bag like a lost gambler and raised a finger to a guy passing along and snatched his cigar from him and took a base and hurried it back to him with a cough." He Who fights and runs" he gasped out. Whatever that meant, he opened his I*******m.

For a long time, he had been lost from the world because of Laila.

Thinking of his Twitter account which he had forgotten, a call came in.

"Oh! Gosh! He bounced his huff and resumed, and the unknown number persisted.

He knows nobody on earth again and from this shade of the tree, he has nowhere to go in mind.

He swerved his index finger across the screen with fury as the call continued.

"Uncle!" he gasped out,

danced about in search of who would answer the call for him to tell the caller it was a wrong number or that the owner of the phone left it here to charge.

He flopped down again. The worst moment in his life. He felt like shrinking into the earth. What would he say? That he did not hear that his parents died in an auto crash?

He placed the phone against his ear.

"David." the uncle called again and he responded.

" Uncle."

Uncle Roberts was his mom's brother, and he was his darling David who killed Goliath as he used to enthuse him, hoping that he would grow to be like his family members.

His father, now late, wanted his two children to be wealthy and politically conscious like him. David was programmed to marry a girl who was from a wealthy and politically conscious family before he met Laila.

Uncle Roberts (53) with the expert eyes of an elder knew something was amiss and to bring home a prodigal son, it follows a gradual process, no blame game.

"David come to my old office. I have a new office now." Uncle Roberts said.

It was a cautious request. He did not want him to run away further.

Uncle Roberts passed a message to his driver, seeing him dragging his suitcase and the driver called him.

"Oh, Uncle has got this ride," he spoke under his breath, ridden with emotion.

It was not the car he was riding before. It was a Koenigsegg Trevita (Latest)

He slumped into the rear beside Uncle Roberts.

"...Your Dad left a will for you and your brother," Uncle Roberts was telling him some of the things that transpired in his absence as the car moved. " If the will did not favor him, you know what he would do? Ehn." he nodded in consent to David's statement.

While they talked, the car was heading to Territory A's border town.

"This is my office, " said Uncle Roberts as the car slowed and entered the massive gate of AB Corp.

"Uncle, you said? I didn't get you." David spoke frankly.

"Why?" asked Uncle Roberts, askance.

"You said you are working here ?" David asked, bewildered, filled with unbelief.

"Is it too much?" Uncle Roberts wanted to know why he doubted.

" It is my wife's company!"

"Your wife?"

"Yes!!" David nodded.

"What's her name?" Uncle Roberts sounded calm, waiting to know who was wife was. This is unsayable!

"Laila Anderson ." David dropped the name like it was the devil's other name.

"Laila Anderson?"

"Yes, uncle."

"My staffer? A member of my staff? Let us get in first."

He would find out. He was the chairman of the international company and was not familiar with the junior staff.

On the last floor, the seventh, the elevator door swung open and ushered them into a cold and silent passage into the Chairman's office.

"Take your coffee and let us talk."

A lady in a white top and blue skirt and blue scarf around her neck served David two dishes from the fast food shop too.

"What went wrong?" asked Uncle Roberts." In your marriage, yes."

" Hmm!" David extinguished a longish CO2. from the nostrils.

What is happening? He didn't want to be told to explain. He was ashamed. He only wanted to skulk home and lock himself up in the home, that's all.

Uncle Roberts was waiting for his narration.

"She said I am not rich. It wasn't her though that caused the divorce. It was her family." David said in clarification.

From what he knew and saw, he said it exactly as it happened.

Laila was unwilling to divorce him in the first instance.

"That you are not rich?" Uncle Roberts doubted. It would have made him smile or laugh but this was a marriage that misled David. David, his sister's darling boy. His sister died with her husband and David did not come to see his parents buried!

No, silence in the marriage, in the divorce, is a crime. Even having her in his company is complicity.

"I'll find out who she is," he said

"Now, I have to call barrister Lawson. About your late Dad's will...Eat and get ready, we are leaving soon" he said

He put a call to barrister Lawson.

"Yes. The two boys will be available tomorrow," he told barrister Lawson.

David's elder brother has a young family. She was an adorable wife, an inestimable jewel as her mother-in-law used to say.

She was by her husband to hear the will.

"You are one family. One blood." Uncle Roberts and Barrister Lawson advised John and David. Accept your father's will and use it as a stepping stone to hustle on your own. Many have no opportunity as you have. Make your parents proud."

The barrister opened the document and read it as it was. The will.

"It is Okay, dear." Suzie cautioned John.

With fifty-six billion dollars in three banks and five wonders on wheels, David was king. He has Atlas Corp as the CEO in addition. And he read Public Administration.

He sat back and crossed his legs, blowing out the last trail of smoke.

Is there any danger? Is he going to be such a nice guy to forget and forgive if ever he has a chance to revenge