Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 12

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 12

Aside from the fact that he had lied, Papa knew Nkosi’s ways weren’t straight. He wasn’t comfortable with Indigo hanging around a former tout.

‘You are not good enough for you daughter Nkosi, and if you had a any love for her, you’ll spun on your heel and go your way.’ Papa fought hard for control, he couldn’t give in to Nkosi’s wishes.

Nkosi wasn’t ready to leave this night. He had come fully prepared to meet with his daughter.

‘Tell me Papa, do you believe in God?’ Nkosi asked.

Of course Papa believed in the existence of a supreme being, only that he didn’t understand Nkosi’s reason for asking.

‘I do.’
‘Have you ever done something really bad to someone or against his commandments and you asked him to forgive you? Have you ever been in a situation where you saw death face to face, but you somehow got out of it because he sent an angel to save you?’ Nkosi asked. He was ready to take any angle, just to break Papa’s strong will.Tears welled up in the old man’s eyes as he thought about the day he had slumped. If it wasn’t for God, who sent a beautiful child like Indigo to him, he would have died by now.

God had also sent an angel in human form to help her with some money for the albutrol inhaler, but was these enough reasons to forgive Nkosi?

‘You broke her heart and abandoned her to die…’ Papa’s lips trembled as he remembered his only daughter, who had sacrificed her life for this miserable man.
Guilt washed over Nkosi as Papa took him down memory lane. He had loved Indigo’s mother genuinely, only that he wasn’t ready to be a father, so he had chickened out of the birthing process.

But he had grown over the years. He hated himself for taking such a foolish step, this was the reason he had returned to Nigeria.

‘I know…’ Nkosi suppressed his male ego and fell on his knees, begging for forgiveness.
This was another action that took Papa by surprise.

‘What if you walk out of Indigo’s life high and dry? How do I know you would stay this time?’ Papa’s lips trembled, as he reconsidered forgiving Nkosi.

Nkosi knew there was nothing he could do to make Papa trust him again.

‘You just have to take my word for it. I promise not to hurt my daughter; I would do anything for her. I love too much already. I can’t let her go.’ Nkosi replied.

He didn’t know if he was walking into a trap. He didn’t know if this was the best decision he would take in his lifetime, but he was willing to take the risk.

‘Get up.’ Papa ordered in a calm voice.
He had made a silent decision. He would give Nkosi just one chance to prove himself.
‘I will let you see her, but if you hurt her, I will make sure she doesn’t ever forgive you.’

Phillip hurried out of the car towards the house. He had seen his mother’s killer! He couldn’t wait to share this horrifying news to his dad and sister.

Perhaps, his guilt had led him to finding the man whom Usman had sent to kill his dad, but who’d failed and taken his mother’s life instead. Phillip was slightly tipsy as he sauntered into the house.

The first thing he planned to take was a glass of water, no one had to know that he’d gone on a drinking spree, simply because he had made one stupid mistake.

His father would be so disappointed in him, and Chalya would lose all respect she had for him.

His heart almost jumped out of his chest at the sight of Indigo’s beautiful back. She was an angelic sight to behold, even the overall and the covering she had on her head, while painting didn’t stop her from glowing.

Her round backside protruded from the overall, and he found it difficult to take his eyes off.

Indigo sensed someone was watching her, and the person couldn’t be Chalya, because she had heard the front door open. She decided to ignore the intruder and continue with her work. She had to return home as quickly as she could, so that Papa wouldn’t worry too much.

A smile lit up her face, and illuminated her features when she rolled the brush dipped in creamy pink over the last spot she had left to paint. She was through with her first job now, all she needed was the approval of her clients.
She felt proud of what she had accomplished as she stepped back to take a better look at the walls.

From where he stood, he knew she adored her production and creativity.

Phillip couldn’t help but admire it too, who wouldn’t think this was beautiful? She had good eyes for colors as the Yellow and Pink complimented the luxury chairs and the precious stones.

Everything was glazing. The atmosphere was saturated with this aura of beauty, tranquility and joy.

It was the click sound of a camera that made her turn. When she did, her eyes dilated excitedly at the sight of the man whom she had feelings for.

‘Phillip?’ The brush almost fell off her hands, but she tightened the grip. Why did he have this powerful effect on her?

He couldn’t hold his adulation for her work any longer, so he decided to take a snapshot and share it with the whole world.

‘You have done a great job, this is perfect.’ He moved closer to the wall.
Indigo grinned from ear to ear. First, Chalya had told her it was beautiful, but hearing it from Phillip was different. Her heart danced to the tune of his words. She was glad the job was a success.

‘Look who we have here, Mr. and Mrs.’ Chalya breezed in with a tray of baked chicken and French fries, which was accompanied with fruit salad.

Phillip and Indigo turned to her direction with questioning stares.

‘Okay! I was joking, but it wouldn’t be a bad idea if you two get married.’ Chalya couldn’t contain the excitement of seeing her brother, but she was careful not to let it show because Phillip was quick to assume that she was weak whenever she displayed her emotions. Indigo felt shy at the mention of marriage, she wasn’t even expecting Phillip to marry her. Though she considered it, she didn’t think herself good enough for him.

‘Chalya is right you know, we are good for each other.’ Phillip gently pulled out the brush from her hands and dropped it on the lineup of paint buckets.

He missed her greatly. Her innocent eyes had dimmed the enormous guilt that had possessed him. He would deal with his mistake later. He would talk to his father about the stranger later.

For now, all that mattered was Indigo.
Being closer to his face made her inhale his breath, and from the look in his eye, Indigo could tell that he had been drinking.

‘Phillip?’ She licked her lips and pulled away. His breath carried with it a strong scent of rum and something else. Was Phillip addicted to alcohol? Was this the reason he had stayed out so late?
‘Yes darling,’ he smiled dreamily while holding on to her hands.

She wanted to ask why he had taken alcohol. She didn’t see drinking as a bad thing, but Phillip wasn’t himself from the way he smiled.

A closer look at the white shirt underneath his black jacket revealed a red lipstick. Indigo pulled her hands away immediately. This was a red flag! What more did she need to know that Phillip wasn’t the man she thought he was?