Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 10

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 10

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Davina Diaries Fiction: Indigo Part 3 Episode 10
By Rose Akpabio -October 29, 20181,897 views4

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His heart raced as he searched his cesspool of memories, had he killed someone for Phillip before? Did Phillip know he was a professional hit man? If he knew, how did he come by that information?

Nkosi drew a deep breath, hoping Phillip would spare him some minutes. He just couldn’t let him walk out that door without getting the truth out of him.

‘Get your f-----g hands off me.’ Phillip’s blood thumped. This man was dangerous, and he had to find a way out.

Nkosi ignored his foul language, ‘I don’t want to hurt you. You seem so afraid of me and I would love to know the reason for that.’ Nkosi replied.

Phillip pushed his hands away and walked as fast as his legs could carry him. He hoped he hadn’t forgotten anything in the bar, as that was the last time he was coming to Canaan.
Nkosi stifled the urge to go after the stranger, he was a believer in coincidence. He guessed he would bump into Phillip one more time, before he left Nigeria after finding his daughter.

‘Is there a problem sir?’ He heard one of the waiters whispering behind.

He quickly turned and flashed the young woman a very polite smile as an idea came to him.

‘I would love to get the details of the man who just walked out of the bar.’
‘I am sorry I don’t understand you sir.’ The lady moved back.

‘Oh yes you do.’ Nkosi chuckled and dipped a hand in his pocket. He had seen Phillip paying with the POS machine, and that means they had his details.

He handed the lady a wrap of five hundred naira notes. At first she had wanted to remain modest, but he told her there was more if she complied.

‘Okay, just wait here. Give me ten minutes.’ She quickly took the money from him and rushed towards the counter where all customers made their order.

Phillip couldn’t wait to see the receipt of payment, at least it would have the name of the man on it. That was the only way to know who he truly was.

He couldn’t wait for this revelation. Once he got what he needed, he was moving straight to Mallam Hassan’s house, he couldn’t wait to see his daughter. He wasn’t leaving without a fight.

Fifteen minutes after, the waiter returned with a piece of white paper.

‘Sorry for taking your time, there it is.’ She replied curtly.

‘Thank you.’ He collected the paper and stared at it.

At the sight of the name, his heart jolted.
‘Phillip Hajjo.’ A flood of memories almost ripped his brain apart as he remembered the little boy that was with Halima, when he had fired the shot at the Forest Reserve.

‘F--k,’ he sq££zed the paper into his pocket, things were getting more complicated.
The Hajjo mansion’s interior had taken on a whole new look. The dull green paint, accompanied with the milky white stripes was replaced by a warm color mix which Indigo thought was perfect for the house.

Chalya had returned home and found her still on the painting, she realized that Indigo had a great passion for her job, and was already giving it her best.

Pride welled up in Chalya as she watched Indigo paint the remaining portion of the living room, but something bothered her, whenever she heard the clock tick.

‘When is Phillip coming back?’ Indigo paused and stared at Chalya who had been watching her this whole time.

Sadly, Chalya didn’t have an idea about her brother’s whereabouts. Phillip had never ignored her calls like he was doing now. She had called him more than ten times but he was yet to pick up.

She was worried about her brother, but she was also glad that her father wasn’t home. He had left the house to visit an old friend, so he was spared this anxiety, because she hated it when her father was stressed up.

Indigo watched Chalya’s face closely, why was it taking her a century to answer the simple question.

It was 8p.m. She was supposed to stop the work at 4, but she prolonged it because she wanted to see Phillip before leaving. She hoped she hadn’t made a mistake now, as her grandfather was all alone in the house and was probably worried.

‘Is something wrong?’ Indigo dropped the long brush she used on a lineup of paint buckets.

Chalya shook her head, ‘No, it’s just…’ she bit her lip.

‘Just what?’ Indigo raised a brow.
‘Phillip has never stayed out this late. Work at PIE ends at 4 and he comes home by 6. He isn’t even taking my calls, I am worried.’ She confided in Indigo.

Indigo could see very clearly now that Chalya loved her brother, even though she was willing to go up against him concerning the renovation and rent increment.

‘Don’t worry Chalya, just take a seat and relax. Your brother is a responsible man and maybe something came up. He could be in a meeting with a client where taking calls would be considered rude.’ Indigo tried to lift her spirits.

Phillip didn’t look like the type of guy that came home late. He had presented himself as a responsible man at the coffee shop, and that was the reasons she had accepted his help.

Chalya felt lighter on hearing Indigo’s words.
‘I hope he is okay wherever he is.’ She decided to take Indigo’s advice.

‘He is, don’t worry.’ Indigo picked up her brush and returned to her work.

Painting was one aspect of Interior architecture that she enjoyed. She had scored an A in the course, back in school.

She had slipped on a black overall which served the purpose of sparing her beautiful black dress from the merciless droplets of deep yellow and creamy pink paints.

Her hair was also shielded with a black scarf that she had gotten at the mall. She was ready for her business, and she was almost done with it.

‘You’re amazing,’ Chalya had been watching her for an hour now, looking for the right words to describe the magnificence in Indigo’s work. The house was transformed.
Before now, dull green and milky colors overtook the walls, adding dullness to the residence, but Chalya felt something had changed while watching the walls absorbing new life.

Indigo hadn’t heard that, she was busy humming a tune and focusing on the tiny part left to paint.

‘I said you are amazing!’ Chalya screamed the compliment.

‘Geez, you scared me.’ Indigo laughed and turned around a second time.

‘It is really beautiful Indigo. Where did you learn to do this and what made you choose these colors?’ Chalya was glad for two reasons.

First, the house seemed brighter and full of life. Being in a place like this, could affect the state of one’s mind.

Secondly, her brother and her dad were going to be proud of her, and their respect was something she had always yearned for.

She wanted them to trust her with greater responsibilities. She wanted them to know that she was reliable and old enough to take powerful decisions.

Chalya couldn’t wait for Phillip to return home. He had been the one to object to her hiring of an Interior designer, she guessed he hadn’t thought her capable of doing anything commendable. But she had proved him wrong.

The house was lit!