After his hot tête-à-tête with his recalcitrant sister, Franck returned to his parents with whom he spent some time. Then left for the hospital still over shadowed by the anger of everything that was plaguing his life. While in his car, he called Dorothy.
“Hello Lil sis. How are you coping with office matters?”
He enquired knowing the whole weight of the management was on his head. But still trusting his sister due to her smartness.
“All is fine big bro, just clients who wished meeting you individually. Guess most of whom you`ve started the deal already. But it`s okay. I have brief them on the difficulties you were going through. So it was easy to take things from there with them. And I hope all is going good lane.”
Dorothy gave him a summary of all that was transpiring in the
When they got home that day. They were all broken in spirit but strong. A routine each time when they go and see their son in that drastic situation. But this time Franck grew very emotional and wild within himself. Away a bit barbaric in spirit. After some rest Jane left to her business place. Since the incident, she has not gone to her shop. She was always briefed on the trading tendencies. Quite true she had built her business to suit her absence. This, by not pulling all the management and decision strings to herself. The manager could sign the checks when she gave orders. Or when she dimmed it necessary that an action can be taken for the benefit of the enterprise. Her assistant could also assure all the products are replaced and well account for. Jane took to the option of division of labor. The businesses were working in a broad base lane. Reasons being that Jane could profit to be by her son in this times of trial. This is
By the fall of that same day, Franck was already at Ground3, where he was set for any eventuality. He was sound and ready nor matter the risk involved; it was a “do” or die thing, being better to die for some true than to languished in lies adhesion. It was a normal evening as he was dressed all in black. In a black T-shirt, a zip opened pullover with an attached cap behind and a jean trouser all in slim mode. He looked sexy and very dangerous. He picked a black sport shoe to accompany his dressing. He was in an untold combat spirit. When Diego arrived Franck saw he was carrying the consignment. Diego handed a big envelope and the bag he was having to him. “Everything you asked for is in this bag.” Diego assured and continued, “The address, the names and pi
He cruised his way to the address given to him by Diego. It was a journey of about forty minutes. One of the most decisive drive Franck was making at this point and time. He was going to get in contact for the first time with the person that made the call which resulted to the deadly accident of his son. He was bonded by a focus and a mission. He did not want a misconception resulting from incorrect reasoning. He did not want to miss the first steps, because it all crafted the way forward. It was five kilometers from where he was and he was getting closer. As he drove. He looked at the picture on the seat beside him. He could still not make up the face in the picture in his deepest brain search. Who was that? As he looked at it time repeatedly while driving. Then he remembered truth will always be out. He developed the thoughts. And there was no doubt about it. It was part of nature`s law to man.&nbs
So once inside his car, Franck was taken and held by all sorts of melancholic thoughts and strong emotions. Seemingly, Dark Messiah was the one who infiltrated in his family or was in connection with the person. Leaving him to one question. Who was this person then? A slip of the tongue? One thing for sure he had to discover this individual by all cost. Seen from the look of things, he was a well-disciplined 419er and who strives a lot to preserve image. Hiding his face from his own 419 accomplices simply meant, a lot was at stake. Something Franck was bent to demystify mindless of any associated risk. The stableness of his whole family was bent on taking away this individual or this group of rogues. Franck was still in his basin of hallucinations, wondering how this person knew about the money his dad had given them for Junior`s health. The one hundred thousand dollars’ worth check. The disturbing part here, was that t
It was already 7:00 AM when Franck was awaken by his wife. For a new dawn, a new day, another challenge. The night had been so tedious for him. He slept like a baby. The sky was so bright with a forefront zeal to administer it`s daily duties. Jane came with a tray carrying all the breakfast jollies. “Morning Sweetheart, I think you need to eat something. You came back late yesterday night and didn`t take your supper.” She said to her husband sitting next to him near their bed. Looking at him lovingly. In a sign that, despite their challenges there`s still hope and togetherness. Inside the bed cover and battling with sleep, Franck managed to open his eyes smiling as he spoke softly. In that romantic mood spirit, “Can I sleep some more dearie, please? He went in a supplicating tone. She stared at him for some seconds and mused a bit.
As Jane drove towards the hospital, she started reflecting. Asking her inner self how she could really bring her son out of this mess, whether there was another way out. It was more than a week since her son entered into coma. As a mother, she was missing his voice, his actions, his love, his silliness, his caprices and his duties. Nostalgically, it was deeply worrisome. For the love for a mother to a child is priceless. She remembered the series of miscarriages she had had before Junior came and stayed in their lives. The voice of her mother-in-law was like yesterday. “I know the pain in your heart. I know the eagerness. I know you love my son so much. I know you`re a woman full of self-esteem. When you sit on something with faith, sooner the thing will become gold. That next pregnancy will be a destiny child. Bear with me, and you shall see.”&nb
‘Yes Jessica, I’m really happy you made up your mind to come and help us at the office. Just as we spoke last time at home. It`s better than staying at home and being a boredom to mom and dad. And playing sweet sixteen at your old age.” Franck spoke looking at his kid sister in the face. Praying God in his heart that she should develop some sense of responsibility. As they both sat in his office. He proceeded, “Our family strength reposes on our ability like the children of Dubila family to stick together to form a strong unison.” Jessica was looking at him and nodding her head in gentleness of a baby-like style. “I want you to head the department of hygiene in this building. Can you handle that?” Jessica`s brother proposed it to her with due sincerity. “It`s okay bro. I
“A minute honey. Let me check from whom the incoming video call is from.” Franck separated himself from his wife whom he was holding intimately. As he takes a seat while checking through the computer. It was his junior brother Simolen from Canada calling. He rapidly answered the call by pressing the respond button on the keyboard. While putting on his earphones incorporated with a microphone. “Shati bro!(Greetings bro) “ki dze leh”? (How`re you?)” Beckoning his wife to come and sit on his laps in a haste who obeyed quickly. “ki dze ki juun tarrh”. (I`m fine bro.) It`s been a while. How`s everything down there?” He inquired and showed burdened of long-time-not-heard from each other. Then suddenly he saw Jane waving