Her Christmas desire - Season 1 - Episode 9

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Her Christmas desire - Season 1 - Episode 9

‘You can’t be with her…’ Elvis clenched his teeth as he dropped the phone on the table.

He knew Sam was a good guy deep down, but being around his sister could get her killed and he didn’t want that.

‘Excuse me?’ Sam noticed Elvis wasn’t happy. Briefly, he wondered if his friend had an affair with Eno, maybe this was the reason he was objecting to their being together.

Elvis pushed his chair backwards and rose to his feet, ‘Stay away from her Sam, she isn’t the type of woman you need.’ If it meant fighting against his own friend to save his sister’s life, he would do it.

Enraged, Sam joined him standing, ‘You don’t ask me to stay away from the woman I love without a good reason.’

Elvis had no option but to tell him the truth, ‘I can’t allow you be with my sister. Your worlds are far apart and she deserves someone better. We have declared a war against one of the most powerful Kings in this country, this isn’t the time to fall in love. It is the time to prepare. Goodnight Sam.’ Before Sam could say anything else in return, he swirled round and left for his room.

Sam was hit with a powerful force of this new discovery.

‘I see…’ he caressed his chin as he thought of her striking facial features. Somehow she resembled Elvis, and that was the reason it felt like he had met her before.
He knew Elvis had a good reason for asking him to stay away from Eno, but he had a feeling he would chase after what his heart desired.

‘Touché!’ He strolled towards the wine keep in the castle he’d erected for himself in a hidden part of Lagos.

He fetched a bottle of Martini and emptied it into a glass, while listening to the gloomy rumble of a very slow Carol.

“I am dreaming of a white Christmas…”
‘Hmm, it is going to be red Christmas for me. I’m attracted to her.’ He inhaled the drugging scent of the liquor in his glass as he soliloquized.

He had a feeling this would be one of his best Christmases.

Eno was tired of crying, her eyes were swollen and puffy and her head throbbed. Throughout the night, she had soaked her pillow with tears after discovering that her mother had sold her off to a man she didn’t love.

At first, she didn’t want to get out of bed. She just wanted to lay down there and cry some more…but she quickly reminded herself that she had come to Nigeria to celebrate this Christmas with her family.

She had come home to escape the haunting memories of the little girl that had died under her watch. She couldn’t blame her mother for wanting the best for her, she only did it the wrong way.

‘Oh God…’ she sniffed in air through her mouth as her nostrils were blocked. Her eyes fell on the clock’s two hands which ticked zealously. It was 9A.M on Saturday, and if she were in Iowa, she’d go jogging.

The sapphire curtains of her room hadn’t been properly closed; a little ray of morning sunlight permeated her room and made her feel warm.

‘I am free…’ she closed her eyes and breathed in remembering how this year’s winter had been. With determination to enjoy her, she pushed the bedcovers that had trapped her slender figure aside.

She moved to her box and burrowed into her sporty jumpsuit for jogging. She grabbed her phone and attacked a pair of earpiece to it. She was still mad with her mother for not telling her the truth earlier, but everything would be resolved once she returned.

The three women were patiently waiting for Eno to show up. They were all afraid of her reaction, should they interrupt her morning sleep.

‘I don’t know if waiting here for her to wake up is right. What if she is so hurt and decides to do something harmful to herself?’ Elena asked her mother and sister.
Cassie had found it difficult to sleep, her room was close to Eno’s and she knew her sister had been weeping all night.

‘I think we should give her space.’ Cassie replied.

Tamar was quiet. She sipped from the cup of coffee very slowly and calculatingly. She was deeply troubled by the mess she had gotten herself and indeed her whole family.

She knew her children were greatly disappointed and angry with her, but she couldn’t go back on her agreement with the King. Eno had to forgive her and move on with the marriage plans.

‘And why are you so silent mum? This is your problem you have to fix it.’ Cassie snapped at her.

Tamar dropped the mug carefully and faced her second daughter, ‘What do you want me to say? I am sorry okay? I…shouldn’t have done it but Eno had big dreams and money plays an important role in funding such dreams.’ She was tired of being judged by her ungrateful kids.

‘You’re not even sorry mum? You don’t look remorseful.’ Elena complained bitterly. Her mother was sipping creamy coffee and had a full make-up on. How insensitive could she be?

‘Come on darling, I am sorry but we need to be practical. We need to be realistic. What is done is done and it is out of my hands.’ Tamar wished her kids could understand that there was no way to fix this.
Cassie eyes brimmed with tears, ‘You have to go back to the King’s Palace and tell him Eno doesn’t like him. What were you thinking mum? King Yemi is higly arrogant and self absorbed. Why did you want her to end up with such a man?’

Tamar rolled her eyes, ‘At least he is a better man than your loser father.’ She hissed angrily.

‘Don’t bring our father into this!’ Cassie’s voice croaked.

Elena knew another fight would start, so he quickly shared a piece of information which she thought was important.

‘I contacted Elvis. I told him to come home. The King would want to have Eno by all means, but if someone, like Elvis is here with us that could scare him a bit.’

At once the argument that had been quenched, Tamar and Cassie exchanged glares.

‘Elvis? How?’ The last they heard about him was his arrest in connection to drug trafficking.

Elena shrugged, ‘I am a blogger, we dig these things out. I am hopeful he will come home and save us all from whatever that evil King is planning.’ She smiled as she thought about her brother.

Tamar brushed the tears that dropped on her lashes away as the thought of her runaway son.

‘Did he ask of me?’
‘No, he hasn’t responded.’ Elena replied quietly.

She had heard all what was being discussed downstairs. Her heart skipped at the mention of her brother Elvis, whom she hadn’t set eyes on for a long time. She held her breath as she descended the stairs, from what she learned, her mother wasn’t too bothered about the situation at hand.

‘Good morning all,’ she bellowed as she reached the last stair.

At once they all rose to welcome her like a queen, ‘Eno!’ Elena gasped in delight. She almost ran to hug her elder sister but controlled herself, when she noticed the dark circles round her eyes.

‘Elena?’ Eno moved closer to her baby sister and pulled her close.

‘You look great…’ Cassie was surprised to see that her sister was in a good mood.
Tamar felt ashamed, she found it difficult to look into her daughter’s eyes after what had taken the place the previous night.