Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 16

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 16

If someone had told him that a dreaded criminal like Nkosi would pay him a visit early this morning, he wouldn’t have believed it.

Twenty six years had passed since he set his eyes on the thug, how had Nkosi traced him? How had the fool who had murdered his Halima found him?

‘I don’t remember telling you to shoot her. God knows what sort of demon possessed your mind Nkosi. You should be on your way out before I call the Police on the man that murdered Halima Hajjo years back at the Forest Reserve.’ Usman warned.

But he totally forgot that the thug was not moved by threats, ‘You are joking right?’ Nkosi turned to his accomplices and they burst out with laughter.

Usman was starting to get irritated by their unnecessary chuckling and giggling. He had no time to waste with these people.

‘Since you have nothing doing, I must go get some rest.’ Usman spun on his heel and moved towards the door.

However, he halted almost immediately when he heard a firm, ‘stop,’ from Nkosi. His serious voice was unmistaken, Usman decided to listen to him and find out the real reason why he was here.

‘I am sorry I shot Halima Hajjo, your brother’s wife. I shouldn’t have, it was a mistake.’ Nkosi apologized.
‘A mistake, is that why you are here? Do you think apologizing after all these years would make me feel better? I loved that woman!’ Usman hissed.
Nkosi scoffed, ‘You never loved her, you were just using her to get to your brother who took your land.’

Usman rolled his eyes, it amazed him how fast the thug could read his mind. It was no secret that his brother had taken the land that belonged to him and erected two tall buildings, which he would destroy soon.

‘It still doesn’t change the fact that you killed her Nkosi. You should be rotting in jail for all your crimes.’ Usman waved a finger over his face, but Nkosi didn’t waver. He stood his ground.
Nkosi was being honest. He had not planned to shoot the woman, but something just happened and he pinned her to the ground, next to her son.
‘I had to flee to Nairobi to avoid being clipped by the Police. I lived there for fifteen years before I moved to Ghana. I decided to come back here for some reasons.’ He replied.

He knew his Nigerian lover had a child for him, this was the reason he had returned. While searching for his child, he decided to reconcile with some old friends.

‘What reason could that be?’ Usman had a feeling that Nkosi was hiding something from him.

‘None of your business.’ Nkosi winked.
‘Whatever, I forgive you for shooting Halima; can you leave my house now?’ Usman pointed at the gate, but Nkosi wouldn’t budge.
‘No you don’t. If you had a gun, you’ll pull the trigger and send me to hell, where you think I rightly belong.’ He laughed.

Usman ignored his dry laughter, he knew Nkosi was trouble, he wanted something from him.
‘What do you want from me Nkosi?’
‘Nothing.’ The thug replied.

‘Nothing?’ Usman’s brows knotted together in doubt.

‘Okay, okay. I need a job to sustain me while I’m here in Nigeria. I know you have a lot of things to offer me, that’s why I came here.’ Nkosi was confident that his old friend and boss, Usman, would help him.

What in hell would lead Nkosi into thinking that he, Usman Hajjo, would have anything to do with a thug?

‘I have a reputation to protect Nkosi. My family must never know the truth about Halima’s death, being around you could complicate issues.’ Usman swirled round and decided to get some sleep; he was done talking to the criminal.

‘I saw the lady that left your house. I can tell by the way you guys looked at each other that you have a deal. You both are planning something evil and I can help you achieve that.

I know you are scared of me, but I promise not to fail you this time, I promise to be neat on my delivery.’ Nkosi was in dire need of a job.

He couldn’t wait to set eyes on his sweet child; she had grown into a woman. He needed enough money to buy her all the goodies that she needed when they would finally meet.

‘I don’t know what you are talking about.’ Usman froze, was he that transparent?

‘Of course you do. Just let me help with the dirty jobs.’ Nkosi knew Usman didn’t trust him, but he couldn’t blame the man.

Usman wanted to face him for the last time.

He wanted to scare Nkosi off with threats of reporting him to the Police and other Security Organizations, but he knew he would only implicate himself by doing that.

A quick thought dropped in his mind. His eyes were still burning from the liquid that crazy girl had splashed into his eyes. Maybe this would be the first job he will offer Nkosi.

‘I need you to trace two girls and bring them straight to me. The first is Ummi or you could call her Annabelle. She delivered a wrong product to me and has refused to refund. I shall give you her house address with which you will trace her friend who did this to my eyes.’ Usman turned around and faced Nkosi, pointing his fingers directly to his eyes.

He couldn’t wait to smash both their heads into the wall, while f-----g them from behind.

‘Very well then, we have a deal.’ Nkosi smiled, he was glad to have his old partner in crime back.

While walking towards his room, Usman realized that Moremi had sent him a text. He couldn’t believe what he had just read, he had to find her! He needed an explanation.

The Hajjos had taken their seats, while waiting for the housekeeper to serve them dinner.

Mr. Hajjo was pleased that he and his kids were reunited with each other. He felt genuinely happy for a long time; he realized he had been hurting himself by keeping the burden from his children.

‘So how was your day?’ He asked them.
Chalya flashed her father a grin. She had not spoken to her brother since her return from the estate neither had Phillip spoken to her, which she considered weird.

He was always into her business and she couldn’t blame him, he was suffering from the big brother’s syndrome.
‘Fine.’ She answered.

Was Phillip upset that she had spent more than two hours or she had left her work to do other things?

‘Tell me about it.’ Her father asked.
Phillip ignored their conversation, he was checking out the order of matches for the week. He had not watched football for a long time, he needed time to relax. He couldn’t handle stress very well, so he had to release the tension within him by watching football.

‘I…I was at work then I left to do some stuff.’ She replied, hoping that her father wouldn’t ask for more.

‘What stuff?’ The man asked.
It was at this point that Phillip turned off his phone and decided to be a part of the conversation.