Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 21

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 21

WEEK LATER,
Usman was delighted to receive Nkosi in his house, after getting the assurance that the girl who had almost blinded him has been found. He couldn’t wait to set his eyes on her again. He planned punish her in the meanest way possible for what she had done to his eyes, which were still hurting by the way.

‘Thank you.’ Nkosi muttered as Usman served him a glass of wine. It was flagrant that Usman was excited about his news of finding the girl.

Little did he know that the girl in question was his biological daughter.

‘How did you find her? Tell me everything.’ Usman was eager to get the details of her capture.

Nkosi pulled the glass closer to himself, before taking it to his mouth. Two things had brought him to Usman’s house.

He had to tell Usman about Phillip Hajjo, the young man he had seen at the bar, and he also had to tell him the truth about Indigo.

‘I found her at home.’ He replied slowly, as the liquor pricked his intestines.

‘At home?’ Usman offered him a questioning gaze.

‘Do you remember Jacinta?’ Nkosi decided to go straight to the point, there was no need of beating around the bush in a matter like this.

Usman remembered her vaguely, but he knew she had been one of Nkosi’s numerous girlfriends.

‘You dated her I guess.’
‘Yes.’ Nkosi agreed.

Usman didn’t see the relationship with his love life to this matter, had Nkosi suddenly become senile?

‘I am not crazy, I just want you to understand that I cannot kill the girl or let any harm come to her.’ Nkosi could see that Usman doubted his sanity, so he had to clarify things.

Usman’s jaw dropped, but he quickly closed his mouth. Maybe he hadn’t heard well.

‘I don’t understand you Nkosi. You told me that you could get this job done, you can’t back out now. I want that girl!’ Usman slammed his fists on the table angrily.

But Nkosi failed to understand the reason for his annoyance.

‘You never paid me for the job.’

‘You can’t be serious. You know how these things work, I pay you once the service has been delivered.’ Usman couldn’t believe his ears.

Nkosi pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. He had come to end every shady deal he had with Usman. He had come to amend his ways. He was ready to do right by his daughter.

‘I am no longer interested in your dirty jobs. Get someone else to do your dirty laundry.’ Nkosi’s voice was confident and bold. He knew what he wanted, and he was going back on his decision.

Usman was completely astonished, if someone had told him that Nkosi would reject his offer he wouldn’t have believed it.

‘Is something wrong? Is the Police on your trail?’ Usman asked, this was out of Nkosi’s character.

‘No, I just reconciled with my daughter a week ago. Jacinta had given birth to a sweet baby girl, but I was too irresponsible and afraid to be a father. So I left her for my other lovers, and when the Police started an investigation into the death of Halima Hajjo, I had no choice but to flee town.’ Nkosi explained, hoping that Usman would understand.

Usman’s face paled at the realization that the young girl he had wanted to harm was his old friend’s daughter.

Blood tweaked his wrinkled cheeks in embarrassment.

‘I…I don’t know what to say.’
‘Of course you didn’t expect me to kill my own daughter or harm her in any way. I love her so much Usman, and I will lay down my life for her. If you ever send any thug after my child, I will rip your heart into tiny pieces and feed them to the dogs.’ Nkosi spun on his heel and made ready to leave when he suddenly remembered Phillip Hajjo.

Usman was not comfortable with the way they were parting ways.

‘Nkosi! Wait.’ He was really ashamed of himself and all of his perverted desires.

He touched his old friend lightly on the shoulder, a way to appease him.

‘I am so sorry Nkosi. I…I didn’t know she was your daughter. If I knew…’ he was about saying more when Nkosi cut in.

‘You should be ashamed Usman and I too. We should be ashamed of our actions. I was ready to harm an innocent girl not knowing she would turn out to be my daughter.

And you were ready to take her by force thinking she was just a stranger. This world is a very small world.’

Nkosi felt like a hypocrite for judging Usman’s perverted ways at first. But as he took a closer look at the matter, he realized that he was also wrong.

‘Will she ever forgive me?’ Usman’s lips trembled.

‘I don’t know, we will talk about that another day.’ Nkosi sighed. That day was one he dreaded.

He quickly dipped a hand into his pocket and fetched the receipt he had gotten from the bar.

‘Take this.’ He stretched his hand towards Usman.

Usman was hesitant at first, but seeing the calm in Nkosi’s eyes, he decided to take it.

He ran his eyes over the tiny paper and read the words aloud.

‘Phillip Hajjo.’
‘Isn’t that your brother’s son or should I say your son?’ Nkosi teased.

The first thought that crossed Usman’s mind was that Nkosi wanted to harm Philip.

‘I won’t harm your son. I met him at a bar last week and I recognized him at once. I think he remembers me. He knows that I killed his mother, because he had been at the Forest Reserve that day.’ Nkosi explained.

Usman found this hard to believe. If Phillip or anyone else had known about their crime, why hadn’t the police arrested them by now?

‘I doubt it; he was too young to remember. You were just afraid someone recognized you.’ Usman offered a counter explanation, but Nkosi wouldn’t have any of that.

He felt the fear in Phillip that night. People didn’t fear what they were ignorant of. They feared what was known to them.

‘What is it?’ Nkosi watched as Usman’s thick brows furrowed together in confusion.

‘I think I have some visitors.’ Usman had heard a screechy sound. It was the sound of tires, and when he rushed towards his window, he found the two persons he had least expected to see.

Phillip and his brother had come to see him.

‘I have a bad feeling about this visit.’ He turned to Nkosi who’d wanted to leave.

‘Do you want me to stay?’ Nkosi suggested.

He wanted a chance with Phillip. He wanted to tell the young man how sorry he was for shooting his mother. Even though he risked life imprisonment, he didn’t mind.

One could only fix a broken relationship by being honest with oneself. He had to wipe out every traces of darkness in his life. He wanted to be a new person for his daughter.

And he hoped he was making the right decision