Shattered Heartstrings

𝟏𝟖 | Family uproar

Have a wonderful thanksgiving ahead y'all : )

Here is the promised update. Endeavour to read the previous one...and, oh well. This chapter is gonna be a bumpy one.

Dedicated to _vee_amy for her wonderful comments♥️

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Chief Justice Bolanle..

Live and direct..

In flesh and blood..

The same politician I've known for seven years. The Jagaban of politics in Nigeria and the bloody multi-billionaire who controls anything and everything pertaining political parties.

Damn!

By his side is who I presume to be my grandmother, Chief Mrs Omolara Bolanle. I did not notice when they graced us with thier presence...but then, I was too absorbed in Kiki's message and the old wound aunty Sade tried to open. Mistakenly.

Now I know why Chief Bolanle is being respected by all and sundry. Apart from the fact that he is a ruthless politician and a multi-billionaire, his whole aura oozes of self confidence and dominance.

"Oh. Hey daddy, hey momma!!" I can tell that aunty Sade is the life of the family. Always smiling and chirpy like her voice right now. The duo just ignore her greeting as they walk towards the dinning area in utter silence. As if a silent message was passed through, we all trudge after them to the dinning area. The dinning area was already blessed with various mouthwatering dishes and desserts from all ranges unnameable. Still in silence, we take our respective positions on the dinning seats.

I am stuck between Derek and Mayorkun. Not bad though. Anything to keep me far away from the maniac himself-uncle Makanaki.

Nonetheless, I tried and failed in removing my curious gaze from my grandfather. For the first time in my life, luxurious food did not entice me neither did I feel the urge to attack the food. I guess anxiety and curiosity prevailed. The way he moves, makes me to be self-conscious. After everyone settled down, my grandfather finally breaks the tensive atmosphere with his bizarre and all-too-familiar voice.

"Let us pray." Immediately he says this, every starts linking thier hands together with the person sitting beside them. I follow suit, and link my hands with Derek and Mayorkun. "Dear Lord, thank you for a momentary gathering like this. Thank you for not failing us when we needed you, and thank you for your daily dosage of grace in our lives. As we eat this food, bless and santicfy u-" that's when I feel it. The creepy pressure on my right palm. I lift my eyelids slowly to glare at the culprit and I am not too surprised, to see it is Mayorkun. He smirks in return and retorts a loud, Amen when it was called for.

Idiot.

After the prayer, I quickly remove my right hand from his hold after he caressed my palm multiple times after the stupid encounter. At that moment, I conclude that Mayorkun is just like his father.

No words are still exchanged, as we dig into our delicious meal. Of course, trust my appetite to return after savouring the food on my taste buds.

"So, Aramide, how have you been?" No it was not my grandfather that asked that. Rather, it was his wife-my grandmother. I quickly grab a serviette to wipe imaginary spittle from the side of my mouth before answering.