Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 11

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 11

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‘Thank you,’ Indigo’s heart fluttered as she absorbed the compliment.

Truthfully, she had been a bit bothered when Chalya had walked in without saying anything about the painting. She wanted her first work to be the best, it meant it could open doors to better things.

Now she felt better knowing, that Chalya loved the way she had transformed their walls. Her joy would be complete once Mr. Hajjo and Phillip would return and compliment positively too.

‘Where did you learn to paint like this?’ Chalya pulled back her chair and moved closer to the wall.

The shades of yellow and creamy pink looked really appetizing, almost edible. The colors made love to each other, beginning where one ended; matching together though different. They were just perfect for each other.

‘School,’ Indigo shrugged.
She had learned so much from school and she wanted to continue, but the only thing stopping her was money.

‘Wow that is super cool!’ Chalya had seen that sad look in Indigo’s eyes when she had mentioned school.

She wondered if Indigo could afford it, now that grandfather was ill.

‘How is school?’ Chalya asked, crossing her arms against her chest.

Indigo wasn’t ready to talk about her personal problems right now. She just wanted to finished this painting and return home to Papa.

‘Fine,’ she flashed Chalya a smile and resumed painting.

But Chalya had already seen the dishonesty in her eyes, for the fire they possessed had grown dim, and in their place grew a darkness that wasn’t evil, but gloom.

‘Okay, let me get you something to eat. You could sleep over here if you want, because it is already late.’ Chalya liked Indigo already; the girl was a simple person. She guessed Phillip had seen this goodness in her, and was immediately drawn to it.

She didn’t have a problem with them loving each other, she preferred Indigo a thousand times to that repugnant b---h, Moremi.

‘I don’t think I would have time for that, maybe some other time.’ She shrugged.

‘Oh?’ Chalya wasn’t comfortable with her response.

‘I insist. You could take it home.’ She quickly moved to the kitchen to meet their housekeeper and chef, Mrs. Hawa.

Indigo couldn’t hold back the smile that played on her lips. A while ago, she had addressed Chalya as Ms. Lucinda Paul, now she was Chalya Hajjo.

But these two names belonged to an amazing person. She liked Chalya too, and considered her a hospitable person with a beautiful heart.
She sighed as she thought about Phillip’s plan to renovate the estate and increase the rent, why was he so different from his sister?

Indigo still found it difficult to believe that the same man that had saved her grandfather’s life, was the same person that wanted to render not just her family but hundred others homeless.

‘I have to talk to him.’ She mumbled and prayed silently that he listened.

Papa had fallen asleep on the wooden chair while waiting for the return of Indigo. There wasn’t any electricity, so he had bought a few candles, which he kept in strategic places to add a little luster to the room.

He had prepared a dinner of rice and Fish stew, in a bid to make his granddaughter happy whenever she returned from her first day at work. He loved her dearly, and he had always dreamed of making her happy.

He wished he had all the money in the world, so he could support her dreams, but life hadn’t been fair to him.

A loud thump on the door awakened Papa and he quickly jumped to his feet. He was a hundred percent sure that Indigo had returned.

‘Indi? What kept you so late?’ He marched swiftly to the door, opening it without second thoughts.

His expectations and happiness were like a mirage at the sight of the man in black, who was the last person he had expected to see.
Papa’s brows narrowed angrily, ‘I told you not to come back, what do you want here?’ The old man was very angry with Nkosi’s visit.

Nkosi knew he had wronged the old man in the past. He had wronged his daughter by abandoning her all these years, but he couldn’t forsake his own blood.

He had returned to amend his ways and to do the right thing, which was coming for his daughter Indigo.

‘Good evening,’ Nkosi greeted.
‘I told you never to show up. What makes you think I will ever welcome you into my house?’ Papa snapped at him.

‘Please, just let me in. I know I haven’t been the trophy father, but I have come back. It is not too late for I and my daughter to make up. I want her in my life and you shouldn’t stop that.’ Nkosi knew the old man hadn’t forgiven him for what he had done in the past, but he had to find a way to persuade him.

Papa noticed a change in Nkosi. He seemed more relaxed and polite this evening. He wasn’t with the two hefty men that had come along to intimidate him on the first night of his visit.

‘You left my daughter in the hospital to rot while you went about with your other mistresses! How many times will I explain to you that Indigo is a better person without you? You will bring nothing but pain into her life, so why don’t you walk away now?’
Nkosi’s mind was greatly troubled by guilt, but he was going to be persistent. He found it difficult to push the picture of Indigo that he had seen on the wall of out of his mind.
He thought about her every day. He wanted to see her, to know her. He wanted to be a part of her life.

‘I am sorry, and you know that. I feel very bad for the way I behaved in the past, why can’t you give me a second chance? If I fail this time, then you have every right to banish me from your lives.’ Nkosi begged.

All he wanted was an opportunity to build a relationship and he wanted to do this the easy way.

‘A second chance? Do you think it is as easy at is sounds?’ Papa scoffed.

If he opened up to Indigo about her father, she may never forgive him because he had lied to her. She had grown up believing that the man that brought her to this world was dead.

‘Yes it is. Just tell her the truth; if she doesn’t want me in her life, then I will leave.’ He was being honest her.

Papa weighed the possible outcomes, should he let Nkosi come into Indigo’s life. She would hate him and would hardly trust him again, or she could understand that he lied to protect her from the knowledge of having an irresponsible father.

‘I can’t. You have to leave.’
There was something holding the old man back. Nkosi had seen a glint of willingness earlier, but he couldn’t go around the barrier of hard heartedness that had returned
‘Why can’t you let me see my daughter? Do you think she would ever forgive you if she finds out that I came looking for her and you pushed me away? What are you so afraid of?’ Nkosi