Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 18

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 18

Phillip thought that his sister’s behavior was strange, why was she so bent on having everywhere redecorated?
‘She?’ He scoffed.

‘Well yea, it’s a she, and that is sexist!’ She returned.

‘Whatever, just do what you want but don’t let your interior designer touch my room.’ He yawned and rose to his feet.

‘Sleepy already?’ His father asked.
‘Yes, can we talk later dad? I have a lot to share.’

‘Okay son, sleep well.’

Phillip knew he wouldn’t sleep well, he couldn’t stop thinking about Indigo, why had she refused to call him?
He felt bad. He wished he could set eyes on her one last time.

Chalya felt like a winner, she had beaten her brother to his own game, she couldn’t wait for the renovation project to kick off.
‘So dad, I really had a long day, I think it is time for me to sleep.’ She yawned and rose to her feet. She couldn’t wait to hug her pillow.
‘Not too fast Chalya, can you tell me what that was about?’

She knew too well what her father was asking but she pretended not to.

‘What dad?’ she lifted her brows.
‘Chalya?’ He widened his eyes on her.
‘Okay, this should be between us because if Phillip finds out that I went visit your tenants, he’ll be mad.’ She rushed to her father’s side so they could talk in whispers.

‘I don’t understand.’ The man was confused.

‘I went to pay your tenants a little visit and what I saw there…what I saw was appalling. Dad, I know you may not want to interfere in this project, you may not want to tell Phillip the truth but I will. Those tenants are suffering already, if I let my brother increase the rent, then I will consider myself an evil person.’

The man had not wanted to come in between Phillip and his job because he had his fears. He decided to stay out of it all.

‘Do whatever you want Chalya, Phillip is your brother, but don’t bring me in.’ he patted her gently on the back.

This surprised her greatly, ‘But dad, you are supposed to be on my side. I want what is best for everyone.’

‘I know darling, but sometimes, what is best is not what is perfect.’ He stood up and walked towards his room, leaving her in war with her own thoughts.

Chalya had a feeling her father was keeping a secret from her, she would dig into his refusal to call Phillip to order, but for now, she was too concerned in helping Mallam Hassan’s granddaughter.

In a rush, she made for her room, Chalya had to invite her to the house the next day.

She cast the phone aside, tired of paying games and surfing the web. Where the hell was Usman Hajjo? She had been the one to set the time for the appointment, he was supposed to be here before her.

Usman was really testing her patience, but she was willing and prepared for her.
‘Liar.’ She murmured and fetched her phone once again.

She couldn’t let Phillip take Usman off the project and the only way she could do this was by giving him a believable story coupled with evidence about Barf’s attack.

If Usman was taken off the project, their chances of getting the best out of Phillip would be destroyed.

She had gone through her plans once more, she got everything under her control, not even Usman’s secretive nature would be a blockade to her.

She had an upper hand in the game and she was going to use that against him.

Usman was no fool, neither was she, if their plans failed to work, she had a plan B which she was seriously considering.

‘You will make a perfect husband.’ Her fingers touched the screen as she adored the picture of Phillip.

He was such a handsome man, classy and rich, what else was she looking for? Phillip was the type of man fit for her. She wanted no one else but him should her current plan fail.

Once she was able to convince him to marry her, Usman would become the enemy and she the saint.

‘It is going to be a perfect union, a match made in heaven.’ She smiled as she imagined herself all wrapped up in Phillip’s arms.

She dropped the phone the moment her encounter with him earlier in the day, flashed through her mind.

She felt slightly hurt and humiliated, why had Philip pushed her away? Why had he escaped her advances?

Moremi considered herself the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and she knew everything about his love life. She couldn’t let another woman get to Phillip, as that would ruin her plans of getting a stronghold of him.

She wanted him to submit completely to her will. She wanted her desires to be his desires. She wanted to enslave him with the glorious power that emanated from her laps.

But she had a strong feeling that she was losing him to someone else.

‘No,’ she shook her head, Moremi guessed Phillip had been in a bad mood when she had visited him, considering the fact that he had just realized that Usman was his father. Who wouldn’t feel bad?

He still had eyes for only her, she just needed to try harder.

‘I hope you are not thinking about a man.’ Usman found her table in the congested bar.
He wondered why Moremi had wanted to meet him urgently.

‘You!’ She drummed the table impatiently with her fingers. She couldn’t believe he would come this late for a meeting.

‘Is this how you will continue working with Phillip? You are an hour late! Do you think I don’t have other things to do?’ She was pissed off by his nonchalant attitude.

Usman ignored her and called to one of the serving girls.

‘Good evening Sir, what would you like to have?’

‘A beer would be fine, you can give the lady red wine.’

He knew Moremi was easily angered, he saw the need to pacify her before the discussion kicked off.

‘Red wine will not stop me from yelling at you!’ She crossed her arms against her chest angrily.

‘So what will? Would you prefer Suya?’ His tone was mocking.

‘Look, don’t think this meeting is for my own good, are you aware that Phillip wants to fire you?’ She scoffed and dropped her hands on the table.

Usman was quiet for a minute, he had not expected this. He had to take off the dark glasses that he wore, to hide his reddish eyes from the view of people.

‘I don’t understand you.’
‘You better do. Is there something you’d like to tell me about yourself?’ She clasped her hands and propped herself forward. She was giving Usman a chance to come clean, not that she wanted to trust him, because that was the last thing she could ever do.

Usman shifted restlessly in his seat. Why was Moremi asking him this sort of question?
‘Why would my own nephew want to do that? Did he say anything?’

She rolled her eyes, Usman was such a tricky b-----d, ‘I asked you a question, you are supposed to answer me first before asking yours.’

He was shocked that Phillip would want to kick him off the project team. The boy had always loved him, he had preferred him to his own brother, why the sudden change of attitude?

‘I am a professional in Urban architecture, he knows I am perfect for this job. The only reason Phillip would fire me is if my brother, his father, told him to do so.’ Usman was sure of this.

Phillip could never take such a decision all by himself.