BETRAYED EPISODE 7
© Aaron A. A
Location: THE HOSPITAL
He listens to the wonderful things that Maame Akosua tells him.
Things he had really never heard nor paid heed to, and although he could not utter a word or move any part of his body except his eyelids, he feels a deep peace within his bosom, and wonders why he has lived so long in the world and shunned such good news!
How on earth had he convinced himself that God does not exist?
Indeed, he has been a very big fool, and deserves to be suffering the way he is!
And Mr. Kwame Awuah, multimillionaire and a man of his own destiny for many years, breaks down into the tears of a sinner who has seen the truth and come back home.
At the end of the fourth week Maame Akosua enters the ward with a worried look on her face.
I used this week to fast and pray for you, Kwame. And I’ve been getting very confusing responds. I’ve been having a dream, the same dream, each night. I keep seeing a tall, bearded stranger in a black suit picking you up from that bed and taking you into the bathroom where the bath is full with water, and then I will wake up! I’m so scared!
I don’t know what’s happening! Does it mean you’re going to be drowned? I hope not! But why does the Lord continuously show me this dream? What should I do about it? I asked my pastor and he also doesn’t know what it means. Whatever it is, it is my fervent hope that it means healing!
Inwardly Kwame Awuah smiles, touched by the golden heart of this woman.
He has never seen a more caring woman, and he admits to himself in the darkness he finds himself, that he indeed care so much about her!
She does mean a lot to him!
Location: THE AWUAH RESIDENCE
And in that same night, in the sprawling, elegant and stunning mansion of Mr. Kwame Awuah, his wife and his adopted son make slow love on Mr. Awuah’s matrimonial bed.
It is a round, lovely water-bed that undulates and car-sses their bodies.
Later, spent and yet inwardly troubled, they lie on the bed and make small loving talk.
Araba is lying with her head on his chest as she runs a hand slowly over his hard body.
It’s a month now, darling. You all said he would be dead long before this, but he’s still alive.
Nana Yaw sighs deeply.
I know, darling. But you must be rest assured that he is not getting out of that bed again. His wh0le body is poisoned. Let us allow him to enjoy his last days on earth in peace. We’ve hurt him enough.
Think, darling! I’ve been telling you this for over two years now! He’s old! His time here is done! In his new will, which I am privy to, he’s left two-thirds of his estate to you, and a third to me! Think of how happy we will be if he’s dead. The longer he lives the guiltier we’ll feel, but we have the chance to be happy together! You must think carefully, darling.
Nana Yaw stands up with a little grunt and walks to the bar.
His face is sweaty even in the air-conditioned room.
He mixes two drinks and brings one to her.
As he sips he looks over his tumbler at her.
Araba, please, don’t let me do this! I’m being torn apart with guilt already as it is!
She drinks and twirls the glass, causing the ice cubes to tinkle.
She looks at him with half-shut eyes.
You know I’m right, darling. You have to help him to die, and find his peace. Now he’s constantly under the agony of learning we had been cheating on him. Maybe he can live with my infidelity, but he can never forgive you. He took you and your mother off the streets and made you a-
(scre-ming with agony)
He throws his glass across the room, and it shatters against a wall.
On that wall is a portrait of his mother.
The look on her face had always been serene, but right now Nana Yaw feels that she is frowning at him with anger, bitterness and disappointment.
I know it is painful, love, but you have to do it. Tomorrow just walk in there and inject him. They have all declared that he will die, so if he dies tomorrow no one will suspect anything.
You’re asking me to commit murder! TO KILL THE ONLY MAN WHO RESPECTED MY MOM AND GAVE ME A LIFE!
I don’t care, love. All I know is that as long as he continues to draw breath, he is a danger. There are a million tales about terminally ill people who had suddenly come back to full health, confounding medical experts. Think of what can happen if your father suddenly comes out of that bed!
Why can’t you just allow him to die in peace, Araba? Please don’t turn us into monsters!
She smiles and drains her drink.
Smiling sed-ctively, she stands up, pads to the bar and drops the glass.
She watches him as she walks back to the bed and lies down, spreading her legs slowly and cupping her br-asts.
He is watching her exotic body, and he slowly comes fully er-ct.
He approaches and grabs her.
She arches her body into him and accepts his k-ss with a grunt of her own.
He lies on his back and pulls her on top of him.
She stares down into his eyes as she straddles him and lowers herself on him, riding him hard.
He gro-ns, grabbing her bucking buttocks and thrusting with fervour in rhythm to her gyrating body.
She leans down and k-sses him, and then she nibbles his earlobe.
Tell me you’re going to do it, darling! Do this for us! So that we can have more of this! Will you do it? Are you going to do it?
Oh, yes, baby! I’ll kill him tomorrow! Oh, yes, yes, yes!! Yeeeeeeesss!!!
To be continued…
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