Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 17

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 17

In the past, he would have ignored his father without remorse, believing he was punishing the man for not saving his mother. But now, he knew better. This man was his messiah and deserved his respect and loyalty.

‘You spent more than two hours.’ He dropped the phone gently, beside the glass full of water that lay before him.

His eyes were on Chalya’s hair, there was nothing new about the way that she wore her hair, which confirmed the text his driver had sent to him.

‘Well, I had many things to do. If I had told you, you wouldn’t have let me out of your sight.’ Chalya complained.

‘But you didn’t make your hair, you said you were going to the Salon.’ He didn’t want to confront his sister with the truth, he wanted to have her confession when she was ready.
The man laughed, he didn’t want to interfere in a brother and sister brawl.

‘Well, that had to wait for other things.’ She avoided Phillip’s accusing glare. Did he know about her visit to the Estate? For her sake, she hoped not.

Phillip shrugged and raised the glass to his lips, ‘It seems someone has a boyfriend.’ He rolled his eyes.

Chalya blushed, feeling embarrassed that her dad and brother would be thinking all sorts now.
‘Phillip!’ She hit the table with her fist.

He almost choked on the drink, ‘Hey girl, it’s not a bad thing if you do. Just tell him that I would smash his head into the wall if he ever hits you. Let him know that.’ Phillip laughed and his father joined him.

‘I can’t believe you’d take his side dad.’ Chalya felt betrayed.

‘Honey, your brother is right. You are no longer a minor. You are free to fall in love, get your heart broken, have beautiful sex but always use a condom.’ He advised.

Chalya was thoroughly embarrassed and she blamed Phillip for this sex education class.
‘I will kill you.’ She pointed at him.

‘For?’ He winked, that served her right for lying to him.

‘It’s okay guys, let’s prepare ourselves for Madam Hawa’s special.’ The man announced the entrance of the Chef and housekeeper, who was all smiles as she waltzed in with a tray of Masa and tomato sauce.

‘Good evening Hawa.’ Chalya smiled at the woman.

‘Good evening Chalya,’ she bent the knee and offered the same gesture to Phillip who also greeted her.

She dropped the large tray on the table and wished them a happy eating, before leaving the dining hall.

‘You should learn to cook like Hawa, men like good food.’ Phillip winked as he served himself.

‘If you don’t stop teasing me, I could spill all of your secrets to dad; you wouldn’t want that now, would you?’ Chalya knew how mean of a tease her elder bro could be.

‘I am sorry darling, no more teasing.’ He bowed his head in a mocking manner which evoked a bout of heavy laughter from everybody.
They fell quiet for a few minutes before Phillip broke the silence.

‘So dad, tell us about your day.’
The question appeared strange to him and to everyone, because he didn’t remember the last time he had asked his father that question.

This pleased the man greatly, he finally found the love he had always yearned for. He felt cared for and appreciated by his children, he couldn’t have asked for more.

‘Uneventful. I had an appointment with my doctor, he says I should sleep often because of the migraines.’ The man replied.

Phillip was not happy about that, he wished there was something he could do to make his father feel better.

‘I am sorry about that dad.’ He whispered.
‘Thanks son. How was your own day?’ His father asked.

Phillip was about telling his father about his decision to fire Usman Hajjo from the project team when Chalya cut in.

‘I am sorry for that rude interruption, but don’t you think our house and a lot of places in PIE need a touch of a professional fix?’ Chalya dropped her fork, and grabbed a glass of water.
Both men exchanged glances, they didn’t know the path she was headed.

‘What are you talking about?’ Phillip lifted a brow. Since her return from the Estate, he noticed she was acting a little bit different.
‘Tell us Chalya, what is this about?’ The man was full, he pushed his plate forward and relaxed against his chair.

She swallowed some more water and reminded herself that this was the only opportunity she could get a job for Mallam Hassan’s grandchild.
She had done some digging at PIE when she returned from her visit, there was no slot for any inexperienced person. She couldn’t even bring up the issue to her brother, he would think her crazy and probably say something like, “I thought you knew better, we don’t hire babies here.”

Hell, she knew that, but she was just trying to help a poor girl achieve her dreams. She saw Mallam Hassan’s granddaughter as a woman who knew what she wanted and would chase after it, if given the opportunity.

‘I can’t mess this up,’ she thought.
‘Chalya, cat cut your tongue?’ Phillip was listening.

‘First of all, I am tired of this house. It gets really boring at times and I feel changing some things in here would make it really fun and exciting.’ She gestured towards the walls and everything else in the house.

‘I still don’t get you.’ Phillip murmured.
‘Okay…’ she sighed, ‘We have been living in a house with white painted walls and a green roof for eighteen years. The blinds are old and the chairs need some fixing. I know they look alright because Madam Hawa cleans them every day, but changing things around here wouldn’t be such a bad idea.’

‘Okay, I understand you now, but how does this relate to my company?’ Phillip wondered.
Chalya knew she was taking a risk, but she had to go for it.

‘Hey, no one is going to tell you the truth but me. This is because I am your sister and I love you…’ she paused.
‘I know that.’ He nodded.
‘Your office is ugly!’ Chalya screamed.
A snigger escaped his lips, he had not expected that from Chalya, was she seeing her period or something?

‘Hey, there’s nothing wrong with my office.’ Phillip dropped his fork and decided to retire for the night.

Mr. Hajjo could read Chalya like a book. He knew when she was simply making suggestions and when she wanted something done for a particular purpose.

His baby girl wouldn’t just wake up and start making complains about the decoration in the house and her brother’s office.
‘I think she is right Phillip. What if we consider redecorating?’

‘Dad? You are on her side?’ Phillip rolled his eyes.

Chalya quickly mouthed a ‘thank you,’ to the man when Phillip wasn’t looking. She couldn’t believe her father would come to her rescue like that.

‘I think we should try, I get bored looking at these white walls. We could hire an interior designer to lighten things up around here, don’t you think your office needs some redecorating?’ His father asked.
He shrugged, ‘No, it’s fine by me.’ Phillip replied.

‘I know someone who is excellent at interior designing, there’s no need to be afraid, she is very good at this.’ Chalya had never seen any of Mallam Hassan’s grandchild’s works, but she was attesting for her.