Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 21

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 21

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She felt better after talking to her grandfather; she decided to tell him about Phillip. She knew he was not comfortable about her getting money from a stranger, but she had a strong feeling that Phillip was different.

‘Papa…’ her voice was shaky, she was unsure.
‘Yes Indi?’ He waited.

‘There’s something…’ she was about spilling her guts when a call came through her phone.

She grabbed the phone and took it at once, even though the caller identity was strange.
‘Good evening, please am I speaking with Ms. Hassan?’

‘Yes please. Who am I speaking with?’
‘This Ms. Lucinda Paul and I have gotten you a contract. I believe and trust in you, don’t fail me. Take a taxi to the Hajjo Residential Area, don’t be late. If you pass the interview, you could start the job tomorrow.’

‘Ms. Lucinda? You…you got me a job?’ Indigo gave a loud scream that almost shattered her caller’s eardrums.

‘Yes, see you tomorrow by 8.’
‘Hello? Hello?’ Indigo realized Miss Lucinda had ended the call. She dropped the phone aside and jumped to her feet screaming, ‘I got a job! I got a job!’

Papa had heard everything; he was so excited for his grandchild. He prayed silently that this one worked out for her.

‘Papa, can you believe it?’ She paused and swung her arms round him.

‘Of course darling child, I believe it. I know you’ll get that job. You have to suspend studying and get a good sleep, so you could wake early.’ He hugged her.

But she was a bit sad, ‘Who would make you breakfast now? We both know you are not an early riser.’ She grimaced.

The old man laughed, he loved the way she doted over him at times. It made him feel like a baby again, but he was not a selfish man. He respected her and had her dreams in mind.
‘Preparing one meal won’t kill an old man.’ He released her, then pinched her cheeks.
‘Are you sure about that? What do you plan to cook?’ She teased.

‘I started cooking before you were born, always remember that I thought you how to prepare Jollof Rice before you tease me.’ He winked, and they both laughed after that.
It was the laughter of two happy people.

‘Wake up Indi! Or you’ll be late.’ Papa’s voice interrupted the sweet dream that she was in.

She had been in the coffee shop serving customers, then the door was opened and a handsome Phillip Hajjo walked in with a bright smile in his face. He was holding a bouquet of iris, and marched towards her with the lovely looking flowers.

‘Phillip!’ She had cried excitedly and rushed towards him.

‘Indigo…I have been looking everywhere for you. I know we’ve both got enemies and everyone is against us being together. But I believe we are meant for each other. I love you.’ His eyes were clouded with passion, his lips carried with them promise.

She loved Phillip. She felt it strongly as her eyes mated with his.

‘I love you too Phillip, I wish the world would let us.’ A smile played on her lips.

‘You are so beautiful and perfect for me…’ he paused and lowered his face towards hers; he wanted to adore her with his mouth. He wanted to show her how much he cared.

His breath was hot against her face. She wanted to love him; she wanted her desires to override her moral inhibitions. She wanted him to make her feel like a woman.

‘Kiss me…’ she murmured impatiently.
It was at that point of meeting, that the door flew wide open and her grandfather began to shake her gently.

‘Wake up, wake up, this is seven thirty!’
‘Jesus!’ Indigo’s dreamy eyes flew wide open and she quickly jumped out of bed.
‘No, no, I cannot miss this opportunity.’ Tears of frustration rushed down her cheeks. What was she thinking, sleeping like a log of wood and dreaming of a total stranger that she probably would never see again?

She grabbed her toothbrush and rushed towards the bathroom, there was no time to take a wash, so she decided to smell funny than have bad breath.

Papa felt helpless. He didn’t know what to do to make this situation any better.

‘Can I make you breakfast?’ He asked.
‘No! No time for that.’ She replied inaudibly, as her mouth was full of paste.

Papa shrugged and rushed out of the room, so she could dress when she stepped out.

She rinsed her mouth hurriedly, before splashing some water on her face.

‘God, just help me out of this one. I promise to be more serious with my life instead of dreaming of a stupid kiss.’ She murmured and rushed towards her wardrobe, which was full of old and unattractive clothes.

She didn’t have time to think, she quickly grabbed a black dress that she had bought for a Thousand Naira, burrowed into it and matched it with a creamy cover shoe.

She was almost at the door when she forgot to spray some perfume which she had gotten from the Hausa Vendors.

There no time to comb her hair thoroughly but she was able to smoothen it with her fingers; she wore light lipstick and small earrings. But she was still comfortable and confident in her skin.
She prayed there wouldn’t be traffic on her way. Miss Lucinda Paul had tried her best to get her this job and she couldn’t ruin it now.

‘Are you good to go?’ Papa stood by the door.
‘Yes.’ She nodded and smiled at him.

‘Here…have this, it is for good luck.’ He gave her the old drawing book.

‘Thank you for believing in me, I promise to get this done with.’ She winked.

‘I know you will, bye Indi!’ He waved as she rushed out of the house.

‘Bye Papa!’ She waved back