TEMI Season 2 Episode 8 All About True Love & Betrayal

TEMI Season 2 Episode 8 All About True Love & Betrayal

Dami could feel his heart pounding deep inside his chest, even also beating hard in abnormalcy as he paced towards the building that lay in front of him. The more he moved nearer to the building, the more he felt his heart threating well to rip out of his chest. As he waddled towards the building, he had prepared his mind for the worst. At least the greatest height of malevolency is what a villainy like him deserved right now.
” Oga na who you dey ask for “? A voice beckoned to him as a response to his snog on the doorbell. He looked to the side where the voice came from and was not downrightly disappointed that the gateman was not Kofi. Sure he wasn’t expecting the rum Hausa of a person to still be working with Mrs Badejo for such a longer period of time.
“Eh eh. Good afternoon young man. I ‘m asking for the owner of this compound, em em .. Mrs Busayo Badejo” Dami rumbled out causing a puzzled look to etch out from the young man. He didn’t seem to understand the latter part of Dami’s statement. To him, Mrs Badejo or whatsoever is not the owner of the building.
“I’m sorry Oga, nobody with that name here.. But wait make i go tell the owner of this place say person they ask of her” He said as he closed the pedestrian part of the gate behind Dami and lopped away.
Dami stood still trying to constellate his already broken-down figure. He would have put dollar bet on it that there was no way he was not going to meet with his long time boss, and probably that could make him reconvene with his long lost love, Eliza and his only child he had prenamed as Temi before his birth.
But now, the words the gateman rasped out to him that ” I Oga, nobody with that name here” had dismantled his body system to crump, well he wouldn’t loose hope, not until he sees and talks with the supposed owner.
And even though It was winter season, but the stream of sweat smearing round his body made it looked like there was sun blistering. He made to strip himself off his agbada robe with credulous impression that it was obstructing the flow of air into his body. But still, his skin pore wasn’t ready to relent on oozing out large volume of liquid while he waited patiently for the gateman that had gone inside for ages.
“My oga say make you come in” he heard the similar voice said. He quickly lurched towards his car to keep his agbada robe before trundling behind the young gateman who led the way to where his oga was. Dami eyes scanned round the exterior of the compound. More than 24 years now, nothing much had changed from the way he left it. Except from the painting which had been changed from the previous colour of yellow to bluish now. The new colour had also confirmed to him that his boss Mrs Badejo had evacuated the premises. Because he her boss had a strong antipathy for anything blue.
“Good afternoon ma” he greeted an elderly old woman the young man said to be his boss. Though the pudgy woman looked older, with emphasized glare one could easily deciphered that she was to be in her midst 70 years of age but even though she appeared fresh and agile.
” son, how are you ?” The elderly woman responded “I was told you are looking for Mrs Badejo”
“Yes mama” nervy Dami replied. It was obvious to him now that Mrs Badejo isn’t the present owner of the building. So no hope of reconvening with Eliza talkless of meeting his son.
The first place that perched on his mind after the emergent desire or urge to see Eliza was her mother’s house. He thought the best place to start his quest was coming over to see her mother. Since that’s the possible place Eliza could run to after that Racheal threw him out of the compound.
” hmmmm. Are you the driver ? The driver that eloped with her daughter “? The woman asked sternly maintaining eye contact with Dami. He couldn’t reply the question so he only stood watching drawing a grimace. “Who is this woman, how did she know about me, where could Eliza be now ?” His mind contemplated on the questions without resolving to any particular answer.

“But didn’t she tell you ?” The woman continued. Knowing fully well that the deafening silence he got made her confirme he was the culprit that turfed the poor woman’s money and flee away with her daughter.
“Tell me what Mama” he spoke this time getting very curious to know.
“Didn’t she tell you her mother is dead! I mean she came here a very long time ago and i explained how everything that happened to her.” The woman drawled out.
Making Dami remembered the last time he kissed and cuddled his Eliza before departing then. Then it hit him hard the kind of pain Eliza arrived with only to met Racheal and friends who also compound the pain by dishing out intense rampageous and violent on her while he only stood and watched. He blamed himself for not coming to her rescue, he tried to remember why he watched them haul those awful and baleful treatments on her that day without saving the love of her life.
“oH no! Young man, don’t tell me that the poor girl is no more with you” the woman said with eyes furrowed, and evident she had started raging. “Do you even know what you caused here, you Stole somebody’s happiness away from her, her only child, loping away with her wealth which later made her die like a pauper on the street. Eh ??? Answer me!” The woman yelled angrily at Dami like a mother talking to her son. Though Dami was in his 51st year old, nevertheless he still looked like a child to an elderly woman in her midst 70s.
Dami knew if he stayed longer there, then there was possibility of getting punctured by the enraged woman. He quickly retreated and lurched towards his car parked outside the compound. His conscience never stopped to p—k him as the thought of killing a soul indirectly came hunting. He bite the hands that fed him.
After settling down in his car, then he tried to ruminate on how he could find Eliza by all means. If making things right could help him correct all his deplorable acts, then finding Eliza is the foremost step to take. He needs to see her again, then prostate and beg her for all his maltreatment. Moreover he needs to see the baby she,carried then. He needs to meet his only son.
He was sure he was under a kind of spell or magic when Eliza was being treated unjustly and the best he could do was watched. Anyways, things have changed now. He would not relent until he gets back his long lost love and son.
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“Darling where did you go, i have been so worried about you” Racheal whooshed out to Dami who just walked past her to his room without uttering a sound. She had detected something was wrong somewhere with her husband.
Dami had remained habitually reserved from her for the past months, something that never happened for more than 24 years they were together. She had assigned a stalker on him to who at every moment also recited all his movement to her. She knows men could be silly. Not even when she is sterile, and there was no hope of ever producing a child for him, she can’t afford to loose him to any of the galling mistress or coquette out there. And was ready to erase anybody that serves as obstruction of enjoying the her husband love and affection.
But to be disappointed, her stalker had confirmed to her that her husband wasn’t the type that do extramarital affair. She had however clamoured him to continue his job of sneaking, cause she still didn’t trust him.
“Darling you not saying anything to me. What have i done to deserve all these treatments from you” she cooed out while jolting Dami’s hand who sat motionlessly on the settee in the room.
“Can i ask you a question” he finally grunted out.
“What is it ? Ask me dear. You know i love you” Racheal rustled out with dent face.
“When did i start loving you ?” Dami asked staring at her like an hungry wolf. It dawned on hin that the woman in front of had put him under some sort of spell all these years. But not anymore.
“Whhat wh a a t doo uu mm ean ?” Racheal stuttered out like a trapped criminal.
“Why i’m i even asking such question” Dami said looking at Racheal with leery eyes. The hatred he had for her now could top up

To Be Continued…