The day outside was crisp and clear. Sunlight struggled to pour through Andra’s bedroom window but the light curtains obscured its efforts, giving the room a rather cozy glow even though it was daytime.
Andra lay in her bed, covered in a duvet. She lay curled up on her side as she rested.
Molly walked inside the room and saw Andra relaxed as she rested on the bed. She marveled at Andra’s current disposition.
Molly was in casual house wear while Andra was in a night dress, her hair covered with a sleeping bonnet.
“To be honest, Andra, I am surprised at your calmness after your father’s threat. You seem to have gotten over it.” Molly sat on the bed, ready to talk to her cousin even though the girl’s body language was impervious.
“Well, I finally got to realize that it is not important.” She replied drowsily without looking at Molly. She had slept for a while and was just having a rest. She didn’t feel like starting her day yet. All she wanted was more rest, hence her impermeable body language. “I’m resting. You might want to go away.”
Molly shook her head even though she had not gotten Andra’s attention yet. She wanted to talk about Duke’s threat because it had been bothering her.
“Won’t you at least consider a solution in case he happens to be serious?”
“Don’t worry about it, Molly.” Andra calmly replied, still maintaining her stance and not sparing Molly a glance. “He was just being paranoid and looking for a way to scare me. After all, he once threatened to send me to a psychiatric home. Yet he didn’t do it. In the same way, this is just a threat, his latest threat if you will. Trust me.”
“But I have a feeling that he might just be very serious about his threat this time.”
“Molly, your uncle cannot do that. Your daddy cannot do that.” She scoffed. “He loves me too much to do so.”
Molly refused to be convinced. Andra always downplayed a situation by calling Duke her uncle or dad. Most times when they were talking, she used either title. Molly could recall several times in the past when Andra was upset with her dad over something and stormed into her room only to say “Molly, your uncle is annoying me” or “Molly, your father is really annoying me.” They had grown up so close they use the terms interchangeably.
“Hmm. As I said, your father sounded very serious. Remember he slapped you for the first time.”
Andra managed to sit up on the bed, allowing the duvet to fall and rest around her lower body, revealing the top of the nightgown she was wearing which had the words ‘After party’ embroidered on it. She gave Molly her attention. “Look, I simply do not believe that I should be worried.” She said.
“You should be.” Molly refuted. “You should be at least slightly worried. Tell me the truth. Are you not a tiny bit worried?”
“I’m not,” Andra replied without thinking. “Maybe a tiny bit but I’m really not disturbed about it. And okay, let’s say I’m worried, what will be the solution? I mean, how will he get the man? Will he just walk up to a stranger and say ‘hey, marry my daughter’? Oh gosh.” Andra grinned, finding the idea preposterous. “Look, my sister, it is never going to happen.”
Molly considered her words. Andra was making a point but her instinct still told her to be worried.
“I see your point but, what if it happens?” Molly was not ready to rule out the possibility and this frustrated Andra, causing her to roll her eyes.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Andra chided.
“Well, you should get a solution in mind.”
“You seem very affected by dad’s threat.”
Molly didn’t bother denying it. She could feel it deep in the core of her being that Duke was serious. She still could not understand why Andra was taking things lightly. Andra should be the one worried, not her, but she just couldn’t help being worried.
“Andra, I’m just going with my haunch.”
“Your haunch is wrong,” Andra said dismissively and resumed her position on the bed.
“I am suggesting that you look into a solution as fast as possible. It is good to be prepared, just in case.”
Andra sat up and threw her hands up in annoyance. Why couldn’t Molly just relax and see things the way she was? How else would she make Molly understand that her dad was not serious?
She was his only child. He would not just toss her away to a man like that. He loved her too much to do that. She was his princess. He had made many threats in the past that he never carried out. There was no way that he was going to carry out his latest threat.
As far as she was concerned, when people are angry, they can say all sorts of things that they might regret later. Who knows, her father may even come and apologize to her for making such a preposterous threat to his only daughter.
“Fine, let me indulge you for a moment so I can have my rest.” She said to Molly. “If indeed daddy is serious about this, what are you suggesting as a solution?”
Andra saw Molly’s relief at being granted the attention. And Molly did not waste time laying out her proposed solution.
“Left for me, I am suggesting that you quickly find a man yourself so that your father won’t have to bring a stranger to marry you.”
Andra gasped at the suggestion. She bestowed a lingering look of disbelief at her cousin, unable to comprehend the words that had just left her mouth. She told herself that Molly could not be serious. She had to be joking.
“What did you just say?” She needed to hear it again to believe it.
“You heard me, Andra. Think fast about getting a man to marry before daddy carries out his threat and does it for you.”
Andra continued to stare at Molly with disbelief, dumbfounded about the idea.
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Molly was anxious as Andra kept staring at her in disbelief. “Say something.” She urged. “You’re just gaping at me.” “Why won’t I gape at you?” Andra responded. “Can you hear the words coming out of your mouth? That I should get a man?” “You should and I mean it.” “Listen, I have no intention of doing that. I’m not one of those girls who desire to get married in my twenties. I want to enjoy my single life. I will consider settling down from the age of thirty. That means, my enjoyment is just beginning.” “Stubborn tomboy,” Molly mumbled. Somehow this jibe often gave her some comfort because Andra’s views most times, exasperated her. “I heard that,” Andra informed her. Andra was used to the jibe. She knew that Molly often used it on her whenever she was adamant about something. “I know you did. But I insist you get your own man and bring him home before your father beats you to it.” “I will do no such thing.” Andra refused firmly. The drowsy feeling had completely left her and
Duke and Carla were riding in the back seat of their SUV. The driver drove smoothly along the streets around their residential area as he navigated the vehicle toward one of the main city roads. They passed by a billboard that featured Duke’s campaign poster. Across the road was his opponent’s campaign poster. Duke eyed both posters and sighed. “She is going to ruin my career.” He bitterly lamented.“I am beginning to see things the way you do,” Carla confessed as their vehicle progressed further.“I’m glad to hear that, Sweetheart,” Duke replied. “Anyway, I have been wondering where I can quickly find a young man who can be able to handle Andra. I mean, from what profession? Perhaps a uniformed person? Because he needs to be strong.”“Certainly, he needs to be.” Carla agreed.“Exactly. Perhaps a military man, air force, navy, or a cop.”“I agree that’s where you can find tough and disciplined guys, because of their training but you will agree with me that toughness can also do with
“Fine,” Duke replied. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome, Sir.” For the first time, Duke noticed his polished accent. The driver did not sound like an averagely educated person. He sounded well-educated and Duke could perceive an air of confidence oozing out of the young man. Duke often found that impression to be true about persons who are well-traveled or perhaps schooled outside the country. And in Auckland, only the wealthy could afford to school abroad. The only other persons who were opportune to school abroad were those who happened to be favored with private or government scholarships. “I hardly find people who sound well educated doing the job that you do,” Duke commented observantly. “Why do you assume that I am well educated, Sir?” “You speak well. You have a poised demeanor that is barely found in the uh…streets so to speak.” “Oh, thank you.” The young man replied without commenting on Duke’s words. Duke saw this as intelligence. The man was not ready to yap about his life
Duke continued presenting his desire to Dominic. To him, it was now or never. “I need you to fake an open proposal to her. This has to be done publicly.” “But what is your reason for this uh…unusual request?” Dominic was still shocked. “Because my daughter is out of control.” Duke didn’t see any point in mincing words. The guy had to know what was needed to know. “She is wild and badly behaved. And trust me, it is not because I have been a bad parent. It is just how she has turned out. And the sort of wayward behavior she constantly exhibits is a threat to my political goals. People no longer judge me by my personality. They are starting to judge me for her disgraceful behavior. If I don’t do something about it, I will lose my chances at becoming the mayor of Auckland just because I have an unruly daughter despite my good intentions and plans for this city.” Dominic folded his arms and continued listening to Duke. He was still shocked but gradually he was starting to understand the
The morning was bright and sunny with white fluffy clouds drifting across the sky. In Andras’s home, she was playing a platform game on her laptop in the living room. A knock sounded at the door but she was not ready to attend to whoever was there. She was wearing a beanie over her hair which she had braided into a single strand. Her oversized t-shirt flowed over her mid-thigh shorts, making it look like a t-shirt was all she had on. Her cousin passed by with a drink in her hand. “There is no difference between you and a boy.” She commented teasingly. “Leave me alone.” Andra retorted, ignoring Molly who went her way, letting her be. Andra heard the knock again, firm, in the classic three-knuckle given pounds. She fleetingly wondered who was out there. She was already engrossed in the game and didn’t see herself pausing or being distracted so she could keep her character in the game, alive. The knock sounded again, offending her. She groaned with impatience and continued with the
Dominic relaxed and waited. He let his eyes observe the sitting room. It was affluent without being extravagant. For a man of Duke’s caliber, it was decent. He had seen more lavish homes of politicians and top business owners. That could mean that Duke was probably not as vain as many politicians. Andra returned and sat down with her laptop. She ignored his expectant gaze and fiddled with her laptop. “I’m expecting feedback.” She heard him say in that unnerving clipped tone of his. She gave him her attention and rolled her eyes. Her heart froze as he narrowed his eyes disapprovingly at her. “I’m expecting feedback.” Dominic repeated. He could barely stand her but then, he had been forewarned. “He will be with you shortly.” She replied haughtily and focused on her laptop. “Why are you staring at me again?” he asked, forcing her gaze back to his. “I wasn’t.” she denied hotly. “You have been staring at me like someone who has not seen an attractive man before.” Her cheeks flushe
Andra stared at her father in shock. She could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth. If Dominic was not there, present, she would not have even tried to comprehend what he was saying. She could feel her heart jumping, pounding against her chest. “This has got to be a joke, right?” “I mean every word I’ve said,” Duke replied decisively. “Like I’ve said time and time again, you are going to ruin my chances in this forthcoming election with your reckless and wayward lifestyle if I don’t do something about it. I told you that I will take drastic action. This is it.” Andra’s heart fluttered with fear as she considered the seriousness of the situation. “So, you’re forcing me into a fake arranged marriage with a stranger just to save your career?” Andra was appalled. “It will give the media something positive to write about this family.” Andra’s expression turned stony with fury. “Daddy, this will not happen.” She protested. Her father was unaffected by her demeanor but c
Andra tried, but she could not picture herself looking for a job. She could not picture herself losing her inheritance. She didn’t know how to hustle. She had never tried and she was not about to try. If her father disowned her, she was finished. She would not be able to party because there would be no money. Neither will there be a car. She would be done for. She thought about the deal and decided it was safer. At least all parties involved in the deal knew it was a fake arrangement, so she had nothing to lose. Andra wiped the tears from her eyes as her decision became firmer in her mind. “Daddy, I want my own rules in this whole bizarre arrangement.” She negotiated. “You are free to bring your rules as long as they don’t interfere with my plans.” Her eyes were glued to his and she was speechless. Duke turned his attention to Dominic. “Dominic.” He said. “Sir.” “I have a contract already prepared that the both of you will sign. You will both study it for today and we will fin