[STORY] PAPA LOVES HIS GIRLS (Episode 03)

Episode 03.

” Hello Mrs Mayowa Nwosu,
We are sorry about the Loss of your husband, We want to inform you that your husband was assassinated as a result of a business deal gone sour. The Car burning was not an accident. He was murdered.

We thought it fair to let you know the truth about the death of your husband as we know you were not aware of Chike’s last business dealing. Chike said he was keeping the business deal a secret from you as a surprise.

We are his unknown business partners who are aware of the true picture of things. We got into a risky business deal and our partners were about to outsmart us, but Chike being a smart man confronted them. Things went from bad to worse and ultimately his untimely brutal death.

We would like to advise you to please relocate to another state for your own safety and that of the kids. Chike was pursuing this business majorly to give you a very good life. He was always ringing it in our ears that he owed you a good life. Chike was a very good man and his death is a very painful one for us. Knowing how much Chike loved you and his Children we decided to reach out to you.

We ( his business partners) are relocating to different African countries. We advise you to do the same. Kindly use attached package to start up a new life.”

My heart almost fell out of my body. What I had just read felt like something out of my Crime Fiction novels, it didn’t fit my reality.

I sat into my chair. It all began to make sense. The last five months before his death made perfect sense.

He was always up all night on his Laptop working. There were different documents I never bothered to check littering our dining table.

There was always a Sudden change of plans.

His usual line was…

” Babe, something just came up!” He would dash out after receiving a call…

Receiving the Letter just few minutes after hearing about his death was looking very unreal.
Chike had been MIA for two days, and getting a call about his death was what I had been praying not to hear.

I started shaking. I checked the parcel that came with the letter. It was a box. I opened it and it was loaded with money.

Tears began to flow without an end. I couldn’t believe my Chike had been assassinated. I received a call from the police some minutes earlier about his death and just as I was about to step out to ascertain the truth of the death, I had received the fearful letter.

I got into my car and raced to the venue of the accident. It was two hours drive from my home..

There was my reality staring me in the face. Chike’s car had been burnt beyond recognition. I saw what looked like Chike’s Palm slippers I bought for him. I saw the remains of his laptop as well…

” Madam, the accident happened around 2am and there was no fire service around to help. Only God knows what happened here.” A policeman said to me. I saw Chike’s bones…

I broke down in tears, I wanted to turn back the hands of time. I wished I could go back in time to plead with Chike not to take up the business that would kill him.

Suddenly, It felt like someone replayed one of the scenes of one of the crime novels I had read. The scene about a woman getting smart after her husband’s demise.

My smart survival instinct kicked in…
I immediately gathered my thoughts, returned to the house to pick up the money and dashed off to the bank. I made the deposit of the money.

The bankers wondered how I got the money. The bank Manager had to ask them to invite me into the office. I explained that my husband just died and a group of his friends gave me the money. With that, I was left to go.

I rushed to my children’s school to pick them up. I needed to run off to a hotel close by. From there I would make all necessary calls.

I had to inform my parents and Chike’s parent that he had been found but dead. Chike’s parent had relocated to their hometown two years earlier, so they would have to travel down.

I remember driving back home as I constantly checked my mirror
in fear, only to find my brother in-laws in front of my house. They said they came to join me in the search of their brother. I broke the sad news to them and from that moment, everything became a rollercoaster.

The Next three Months was like Three Years.

Chike’s remains was buried by his family. The Burial was a scene that made me more fearful.

Three strange men came to the burial. They kept staring at me and my Children. I felt very uneasy. I told myself they had to be the bad guys. The crime novels I fed my mind with years back made it easy to identify them in the crowd. The way they looked and acted was highly suspicious. There was no doubt; My kids and I had to run away from that town.

After the burial, I thought I would be able to disappear, but a harsh reality surfaced…

To be continued…