Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 1 - Episode 21

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 1 - Episode 21

The old man watched with bewilderment as the face of the stranger became clearer. What was he doing here?

‘Nkosi, what are you doing here?’ Papa asked in an angry voice.

‘I see, you have not forgotten the tattoo then.’ Nkosi pointed at the image of a bull on his neck. He knew the old man must have used that to remember him.

‘Look, I don’t know what you want. But you are not welcome here.’ Papa quickly retreated back to the house. He tried shutting the door to Nkosi’s face but he wasn’t fast enough.

The boys pushed the old man aside and widened the door to allow their leader come in.
‘Get out of my house you brute!’ Papa screamed, but his cries fell on deaf ears as Nkosi had already stepped in and had found his way to the photograph of a striking girl that hung on the wall.

Nkosi was a tall and hefty man, so pulling the picture frame from the wall was not a problem. He had a light brown complexion and curly hair. He was a very handsome man.

My God, she is a striking resemblance of her mother…’ his voice was husky with emotion as he stared at Indigo’s picture.

Her eyes were shiny little pebbles and they reminded him of doves. Her nose was slightly flat but still fitted for her oval face. She had the sweetest smile. She was so innocent and pure.

‘What is her name? What did you call my beautiful baby girl?’ Nkosi turned to Papa whose eyes were filled with disdain.
‘You are not welcome in my house. I will not answer any of your questions.’ Papa was defiant, he stood his ground.

His response got Nkosi furious but he controlled his emotions.

‘I am still her father. She would choose me anytime over you once she knows the real reason for my absence.’ Nkosi was confident that Indigo would love him and come to trust him once they got to know each other.

His boldness and belief made Papa laugh, ‘What makes you think so?’
‘Have you ever told her about me? Did you tell her how much I loved her mother? And the part you played in her death?’ Nkosi fired him with questions.

‘Look Nkosi, don’t change the narrative. We all know how irresponsible and reckless you were. You broke my daughter’s heart by sleeping with every Tina, Daniela and Harriet. There’s nothing you can ever do to redeem your image before my grandchild whom you will never see.’ Papa answered.
‘Did you lie to my child? Well, all these questions are not necessary. Where is she? I came to take her away.’ He announced.
This made Papa’s heart to skip, he couldn’t survive a day without his Indigo.

‘You will do no such thing. She is my child now, she bears my name.’ Papa hit his chest proudly, but Nkosi wouldn’t have any of it, ‘You know deep down that she is not yours. She is an Nkosi and I have come to take her back to Kenya where she rightfully belongs.’ He barked.

‘Not while I am alive. I have shielded her from the things you did and even the worst…’ Papa shut his eyes as he remembered the dirty secrets about Nkosi piled up inside of him.
‘If you really love her, then you will stay away from her. I fought so hard to build her a new life. She is a good girl and your presence in her life would rub her of her innocence. Please stay far away from my grandchild or else I will tell the whole world the truth.’

Nkosi hated threats. He was in charge of his own life and no one could make him afraid.
‘I will be back for you old man , but I won’t be this nice. I guess my daughter is not home. She would have heard my voice and come out to welcome me.’ Nkosi scowled at the old man.
Papa ignored his threats and reminded himself that Nkosi was a pompous pig.
‘Goodbye Nkosi, don’t ever return to this house.’ Papa moved to the door as the men strolled out.

He was consumed with fear as he peered out the window. Nkosi had come with three cars- one was a truck and the others were small cars. He had come prepared, to take Indigo and all of her belongings.

He couldn’t underestimate Nkosi, he was a very dangerous man and one that never gave up.
‘I have to do something, I have to protect Indigo even if it means shedding my blood for me.’ He placed a shaky hand against his chest.

Anabel’s uncle was a very wealthy man from what her eyes could feed. He lived in a duplex surrounded by beach palms and a tall fence. Five cars were parked in the garage; a water fountain stood in the middle of the compound while a statue of a Muslim woman, covered in Hijab, stood at the entrance of the house.
‘Indigo, come on in, my uncle is waiting.’ Ana pressed her phone hurriedly, as they had run late for the appointment.

But Indigo wasn’t paying any attention to her, she was more interested in the art and design of the house.

‘This architectural design is ancient, it reminds me of the byzantine era. It is so beautiful and sophisticated, almost unreal.’ She smiled. She was a lover of buildings and their technicalities. She couldn’t take her eyes off this one.
‘Miss Architect, can we go in? Remember your Papa at home, you said thirty minutes!’ Ana quickly reminded her.

Indigo quickly snapped out of her admiration for the home where she found herself at the mention of her grandfather.
‘You never told me your Uncle was Muslim.’ Indigo eyed the statue at the entrance, she stopped her adoration of the artwork when she noticed her friend was answering a phone call.
Indigo was not comfortable with the expression on Anabel’s face. So, the moment Anabel ended the call, she asked, ‘What was that?’
Ana’s brows knotted together, ‘Um, my uncle is in there but I have to go now. My brother just called me, my mother had an accident and was rushed to the hospital. I am needed urgently.’
Indigo almost screamed out her shock at the news, ‘Then this meeting with your uncle is cancelled. I should be with you and your mother. You were with me when my granddad fell ill.’
Anabel declined her offer, ‘Listen, I can take care of my mother. But you cannot take care of your bills. My uncle’s wife and kids are in there, so you have nothing to fear. I promise that I will call you once I get to the hospital, okay?’
Indigo knew her friend had the best intentions for her. She understood why Ana couldn’t be here with her as her mother’s life was more important.

‘Take care of yourself friend, I will try my best to win your Uncle’s favor.’ Indigo grinned.
‘Please do, I must run now.’ Ana blew her a kiss and hurried towards the gate.

Indigo felt a bit nervous and alone, but one look at the Muslim woman gave her hope, ‘It’s just me and you now.’ She touched the sculpture lightly, then moved towards the entrance which was wide open.

At first, she was hesitant to go in, but she trusted her heart and her friend.