𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

~~ 58. ~~

"My dear, I understand how
you feel. I really do. Remember I was there when it all happened? I respect your love for your mother. I really do. You know she is my own innocent child. So I understand your anger. But you have to let it all go. It's time you move on from all those hatred and anger."

"There is nothing to talk about. Nothing is going to pacify the anger I have for him. You know me better than anyone. And you know that I mean every word I say. I can never forgive that bastard."

"Shh shh. Don't ever call your father a bastard. I know you are angry but I beg of you don't call him with such language. He is still your father."

Demilade scoffed. "Just because he donated sperm to make me doesn't give him the right to call himself my father. He has never and will never be my father." He said firmly and with finality. He looked from his mother to his grandmother before walking out of the room.

§§§§§

Demilade went up to his room immediately after he left his mother's room. He was fuming with anger and he needed to let the anger out a bit. And that was by talking with someone. He needs someone to talk to. He wishes Lola was around. But he wasn't sure he was ready to tell her about this side of his story.

There are only a few people that know about that part of him. He had to keep it to himself for a long time. He avoided the questions a lot of times during interviews about his father or he simply give them something to think about. He never admitted he has a father or he knows who he is. There are times they tried to get words out of him, trying to link him with the famous former Chief judge Lawrence O. Ninalowo. And he denied it.

He hates the sound of the name as much as he hates the person who owns the name. He had never had an ounce of feelings for him. He didn't have any good memories of him that would have led to a change of heart. He didn't have any impact on his life. His memories were filled with just pain and anger. And that is what he felt for him. Most especially for all he cost his mother. For all the heartbreak and pain he cost the woman he cherishes the most in the world. His mother.

She had remained unmarried all her life after her heart had been captured, played with and decisive by a man she wanted nothing but his heart.

She had rejected countless men just because she hoped he will come back for them. She always prays for him to come back. But he never did until she is more than forty. And she gives up on men to focus on her life, her business and her family.

He picked up his phone and he dialled the number of the only person that came to his mind after Lola. He answered on the fourth ring.

"Hello, Demmy. Watsup? Missing me already?" He asked.

"Hello." He drawled.

"Your voice isn't sounding nice. What's wrong?" He asked when he noticed the tone of his voice.

"Can I have an hour or two of your time? I know you should be with your family right now but I need to talk with someone now." He said pleadingly.

"It is no problem. Where should we meet?" He asked.

"At the usual bar." He retorted. "Hope Helen won't be mad at me for taking away her husband?"

Bayo chuckles lightly. "Of course not. She is even grateful to your grandmother for suggesting the vacation. She is really exhausted right now. She won't mind a few hours."

"That's good to know. Thanks. I'll meet you in the next thirty to forty five minutes." And he ended the call.

He changed into a jean and fitted tees. He picked a car key from the rack where he hangs his car keys and he heads out of the house through the kitchen. He drove out in his black Mercedes Benz.