Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 4

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 4

Dear Usman,
I do not know where to begin, but it has been so long. I miss you Dan Allah. Our son is fine, he is doing well. Your brother is taking very good care of him, Gaskia. I can’t wait for you to be back in Nigeria, I can’t wait for us to be one with each other again…

‘I don’t understand this…’ Phillip knew the paper he held was more than twenty years older than he was and the handwriting upon it, was his mother’s. He hoped he wasn’t dreaming.
‘Continue reading.’ The man insisted.

The puckish smile had disappeared from Phillip’s face once he was done reading the letter.

‘Can you explain this gibberish?!’ He yelled atop his voice.

His limbs trembled as he regarded the man he had known as father all of these years.

‘Dad, you cannot do this, Phillip is your son! This letter is a lie.’ Chalya cried.

But the truth glared them in the face. Phillip sank into the cushion chair and held his face in between his large palms.

‘How could she keep such a secret?’

He suddenly felt very guilty about the way he had treated his father all these years, he had blamed the man for his mother’s death, without considering the pain the man had been going through.

‘Your mother was a promiscuous woman. I knew she was attracted to Usman, my younger brother when I first introduced them. But I ignored it. I thought it was a crush, because Usman was more handsome than I was. Little did I know, that they had started sleeping together weeks after that meeting.

Your mother pressured me to marry her soon after, ignorantly I did. Six months after our marriage, Usman had admission to study Architectural Design in the United States, leaving you, his son behind.

They continued this affair even after his return. I started noticing changes in her. I knew she was no longer in love with me. Luckily for me, I had loyal body guards whom I had sent to spy on your mother.

They reported back to me and told me of her plans to take my life, and abscond with Usman who was still unmarried at the time.

I knew you would never understand why I left you both at the Forest Reserve, but I had to protect myself from the assassin Usman and your mother had sent after me.’

Phillip was stunned, he had not heard this part of the story before.

‘I can’t believe my mother would do something so callous.’ He still found it hard to take it in and the old man understood.

‘Look, I am not telling you this to make you feel guilty for hating me and blaming me for her death. I just want you to know the truth. Now you have heard this story, you’ll understand my reasons for running and why I hate your uncle Usman with everything in me.

He betrayed me once, and will do it again, if given the opportunity.’

Phillip felt ashamed. He was unsettled by the sudden realization that he was not Hajjo’s biological son. How could his mother have plotted something so evil and inconsiderate?
She had wanted this innocent man to die, but her plans had backfired.

Without hesitation, all the angelic images he held of her in his mind were instantly deleted. They were replaced with pictures of a devilish and self centered woman.

‘She didn’t even think of us, she cared more about Uncle Usman…’ tears hurried down Chalya’s cheeks.

She was so touched and hurt, that her father had carried this pain within him all these years, without sharing with anyone.

‘Honey, your mother may loved you both, Usman confused her.’

‘Oh come off it! That b---h never loved anyone but herself. I hate her so much!’ Phillip grabbed the letter and stormed the stairs, towards his bedroom.

It had taken just one night, for his world to be turned upside down.

‘Phillip! Please come back, don’t do anything stupid’ Chalya rushed after him but her father was quick to stop her, ‘Leave him, he needs his time alone.’

She buried her face on her father’s chest and dropped her tears. Chalya concluded that some secrets were better left as secrets.

However, her father felt like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He had kept it hidden from his children for years now. He was liberated. He was fulfilled.

Now, Phillip would see him in new light, as the loving and caring father that he had always been.
‘Don’t cry baby, daddy has got you.’ He pressed his lips softly into Chalya’s hair as she cried.