Chapter 46
Our wedding was put on hold. The whole trauma was too much for everyone. Especially me and Ohio.
It was after a month that Ohio fully recovered from the whole shock, it also took me time to get back my real self.
I could have being dead and rotten away somewhere because of friendly enemy like Cherry.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.
She was nice, cute, and sweet. Her smile was captivating, she dresses well too. I admire her anytime I set eyes on her. At first, I used to think she was Ohio’s mistress because of the way she usually attach herself to him.
It was later I find out that she was only his office personal assistance. She was his secretary but wanted to be the real Mrs Jacob and when she wasn’t getting her desired wish, she decided to go the wrong way just to achieve it.
The cops, Ohio, my parents and few others thinks I’m brave to have being able to defend myself from one of the intruders but what could I have done? I was left with no choice than to fight for my life. If not, the man would have succeeded with his paid plans.
My awaited joy of being in love again and settling down with a man who truly love and cares for me was very close. I needed to fight hard until I can’t fight again. Even if my dreams of love was far-fetched I would have still fight for my life.
There used to be a passage that my Mom usually read back when I was still a little girl. She later bought a wooden craft frame that has this same passage written boldly on it and she hanged it in the house, close to our dining table.
I grew up with that craft hanging by the wall close to the dining. I got used to seeing those passage until every of the word got stuck in my head.
My Dad was not deeply into religion but he goes to church, watch afro beat gospel music and listen to audio messages. My Mom was more of a religious person in the house and she never force any of us to bury our head inside.
That particular passage was from the bible, precisely in Ecclesiastes and it said.
“…There is hope only for the living. It’s better to be a live dog than a dead lion. The living at least know they will die, but the dead know nothing. They have no further reward, nor are they remembered. Whatever they did during their lifetime….. loving, hating, envying…is all long gone. They no longer play a part in anything here on earth. So go ahead. Eat good food with joy, and drink your wine with happy heart, for God approves of this. Wear fine cloth with a splash of cologne…. whatever you do, do it well for when you go to the grave there will be no work or planning or knowledge or wisdom”…
As I sat at the dining right in my parent’s house, I looked up at the wall where that particular bible passage used to hang but was no longer there. It was taking away during the house renovation many years ago. It was worn out with years of hanging on the wall.
The message in it was deeply rooted and as I grow up I understand it better even though it was no more hanging anywhere in the house.
The determination to live was one of the things that push me further to fight. Is only the living that has hope but the dead has nothing except judgement.
Cherry was locked up in prison after her case was charged to court and judgement was passed on her. She was sentenced to many years in prison even after she pleaded. She was crying and asking me and Ohio to forgive her but her case was neither in my hand nor in the hand of Ohio. She blames the devil for making her go the extra mile just to hurt me.
I wonder why the devil is blamed whenever people’s wicked deeds is exposed to the light. No one want to be blamed for his or her actions any more, rather they portion it out to devil. They forget that there will be consequences for every evil deed and they must suffer the fate when the time is ripe.
I began to pack my property out of my apartment. I drop some of it at Ohio’s place and took some back home, to my parent’s house.
On the last day that I went with the driver Ohio personally assigned to me to pick my remaining things, I saw Jojo coming.
It was already a month plus, ever since the police released her after a written and signed undertaking. I was arranging my things in the trunk of the car when she walked up to me smiling.
“Becca…Becca. How are you doing? I already know that I suppose to keep my distance from you in order not to get arrested and tortured for a crime I did not commit. I have being wanting to see you, calling you over the phone is not an option because I know you will never pick my call. See, I may be harden and angry for many reasons and really wanted to get back at you for beating me up at your place but I did not even know how to go about it because if I try to engage you into a fight, I know you will still beat me up again, Is a bitter truth. Becca, you are physically and emotionally stronger than many ladies who claims to be. I know I can only try to hurt you by taking over what you love most…. that is the highest beating I can give you but I am not capable of sending assassins or kidnappers to you. I can’t do that even though you may think I’m capable of such. The sad truth is I used to love watching you hurt emotionally but will not stand a physical harm on you. For you to point me out and get me arrested by the cops and they tortured me for a crime I never committed, it means you see me as the devil all because of I playfully threatened you…
I was already getting irritated with her long speech.
“Stop wasting my time Jojo. What do you want and what exactly are you driving at. All this long talk is boring, as you can see I’m busy. And do you understand the trouble you are getting into by coming close to me? it seems you enjoyed your last time at the police net and want more of it? I can just send a report to them and you will be cart away by the cops. You signed to stay away from me and all that is mine, including my husband to be. I don’t understand what exactly you are doing here?