Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 9

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 9

A wave of fresh air hit him as he stepped down from the car. This was part of nature’s benevolence, but he couldn’t enjoy it as a guilty man. He had been with Moremi before; he knew how manipulative and ambitious she could be. That was one of the reasons their relationship had not worked out well.

‘Welcome to Canaan City Bar Sir,’ a security man flashed a smile, followed by a quick bow of the head.

Phillip acknowledged the greeting with a nod and strode straight to the counter where orders where being taken.

‘Rum and lime,’ he murmured after running his eyes over the large menu that was pasted on the wall.
‘A glass is two thousand,’ the bartender bellowed.

‘Not a problem, make it six glasses.’ He replied, and walked dejectedly towards an empty table in the bar.

He loosened his tie and settled into a comfortable leather chair, before pulling out his phone to see who had been calling his line.

‘Chalya,’ He murmured. He had missed her calls six times and that wasn’t a good sign.

He guessed she wanted to remind him of his other appointments for the day, but he was no longer interested in working. He just wanted to cool off, and think about the next step he would take concerning Moremi and the project which she was a huge part of.

‘Thank you.’ Phillip muttered and grabbed one of the glasses filled with deep red rum, with a little tinge of lime.

It had been long he had a drink. Phillip wasn’t much of a drinker, but he knew he had to try and drown himself in the rain of alcohol.

Greedily, he emptied the first glass into his mouth and swallowed the burning drink. A peppery s£nsat!on filled his tummy after, but he was determined to finish all six glasses.
He drank the second, the third and the fourth. His hands had begun shaking at the fifth glass; he quickly dropped the glass on the table as he noticed a man in a blue hat glaring directly at him.

For some reason, the cold expression in the man’s eyes resurrected a childhood fear he didn’t know existed within him.

He took a deep breath and tried to tell himself that he was seeing wrong because he had taken four glasses of liquor, but deep down, he knew he was lying. The man in the blue hat, sitting two tables away from him with two other men looked strangely familiar.

Phillip’s feet became jittery as the last moments of his mother’s life replayed in his mind.

He had been a very happy and normal child, but the death of his mother had ruined his childhood and he had only person to blame…
‘No.’ Phillip quickly swallowed the fifth drink, hoping this would take the image his mind had mustered up away.

Slowly, he gulped down the sour drink, wondering why the man at the other end of the bar had such cold looking eyes. They were hollow and empty. Looking into the man’s eyes was like staring death in the face.
Phillip had focused his eyes on the round table before him, he didn’t have the strength or the courage to look upwards, afraid to meet the strange man’s obsidian stare but the buzzing of his phone propelled him to raise his head upwards.

And when he finally looked up, he found the man walking towards his direction.
“Run!!!” his instincts pealed, his heart raced as adrenalin soaked his mind. There was something dangerous about this man, he looked so strange yet familiar.
Phillip quickly pulled the sixth glass closer to himself, while cursing underneath his breath the impotency of all the previous glasses he had taken.

He had come to this bar to unwind. He had come to cleanse himself of the guilt that clouded his mind. Somehow, the cocktail he had ordered had no effect on his mind and memory.

He just wished he could go back in time and change what had happened with Moremi, because he really hated himself for sleeping with her.

The tall man was dressed in black. He wore a black shirt, black trousers, black shoes and a black hat. He was the demon of the night and he wasn’t afraid to locate Phillip Hajjo.
From where he sat, he had observed the young man who had walked into the bar with a troubled expression. At first, the man in black had wanted to ignore the young man, but a closer look at him revealed something.
It was something he couldn’t ignore, and when his eyes had met with that of Phillip, it felt like they had known each other for a thousand eons.

‘Hello there…’ Nkosi dropped by Phillip’s table, patting his shoulder lightly.
Phillip had been staring at the phone, trying to recognize the number that was calling him, as it came without a caller identity.

His heart jumped as the stranger touched his shoulder.

‘Who are you?’ Phillip blurted out and quickly rose to his feet.

Nkosi was stricken by this aggressive behavior, a closer look revealed the young man was afraid of him, and he found it funny.

‘I caught you staring at me, it’s like we have met somewhere.’ Nkosi stepped away, knowing he had made Phillip uncomfortable.
Phillip swallowed and clamped down the rising anxiety in his bones. He recognized this man! He recognized the scent of his perfume.

But no, it couldn’t be. Phillip pushed out the disturbing thoughts.

‘I am not gay, I was just looking around the bar when I found your eyes.’ Phillip warned, he had a feeling the man wasn’t straight. How many heterosexual men responded to stares from their fellow men?

Nkosi couldn’t control it again. His lips cracked from a heavy bout of laughter.

‘You my friend is funny.’
‘Really?’ Phillip frowned.
‘Can we sit? I have a feeling we have met before.’ Nkosi chewed his lip and pushed back the plastic chair at the other side of the table.

Phillip quickly grabbed his briefcase and his phone, he didn’t have the habit of talking to strangers.

‘I don’t talk to strangers.’ He moved away from the table, but Nkosi wouldn’t back down.

He had a feeling that Phillip had recognized him from somewhere, and he had to find out where. Knowing the nature of his job, Nkosi was always looking over his shoulders to avoid being caught off guard.

He had come back to Nigeria to find his daughter, and he needed some money to take good care of her.

Now that Usman had started giving him jobs, he couldn’t mess up things now.

‘Same here, but I have a feeling we know each other.’ Nkosi quickly pulled him back.
Phillip dragged in the scent of the stranger; it was tobacco and an aroma of rosewood. This scent stirred more memories in his brain; Phillip realized he had come face to face with the man that had killed his mother.

Nkosi couldn’t explain why Phillip’s eyes held so much fear. They looked really familiar too, he had knew him from somewhere.