BELINA (Tender Beauty) SEASON 1
*****EPISODE 20*****
Mr. Badmus walked on his street very slowly, carefully eating the gala with him. As he walked, he looked back at his life and shook his head pitifully.
He looked around him hating his
environment d more. If he had been told by a sorcerer that he would still be in this retched environment by now, he would not have believed it. He got to his house and stretched his body on the chair immediately he entered.
He dozed off and started
dreaming of strangling Belina. He already had his hand on her neck and was squeezing hard when a knock brought him back. He hissed irritated and made for the door.
He did not know why he had to be disturbed from such a pleasant dream so he did not bother to ask who was there, he
just opened the door with a killing glare on his face.
Immediately he saw a familiar uniform, his countenance changed to a frightened one.
“Can I help you sirs?” he said hoping they were on the wrong door
“Yes you obviously can” the most threatening of them said and brought out his card. “You
are under arrest for the murder of Mr. Olatunji James and you have a right to remain silent cos anything you say here would be used against you in…”
“What?” Mr. Badmus screamed,
“I don’t know anything about that”.
“Shut up man, now, move”, one of the officers ordered as they handcuffed him and pushed him out of the house into the waiting
black maria.
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Richard stood so still that he felt glued to the spot. He had left his
office to check on some of his patients but saw someone that made him question if he was daydreaming. He stood so still until she turned and all he could do was gawp ridiculously with his mouth open. He never imagined that he would see the ‘lady in blue’ again but here he was staring at someone who was a replica of her. He thought that not even twins could be that similar and that made him
definite that she was actually the one he was staring at flesh and blood. She was the same person only that the distance had undermined his view and scrutiny of her. He had been able to take in her appearance that day at the concert even though it wasn’t easy but within close range, he felt that even in a
thousand years, he would not have finished feeding on her beauty. ‘I need to get out of here fast’, he thought, ‘but not after I find out what her name is’.
He noticed that he hadn’t moved a muscle and also noticed that she hadn’t as well so he was a little bit pacified so he moved towards her. He immediately saw the look of surprise and wondered what might have prompted it. He got to her and said breathlessly,
“hello there”.
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Mr. Badmus yelled, pleaded and did all sort of things just so that the officers would understand and leave him alone but they did not listen, instead, they beat him up. He was the object of ridicule as everyone on his street and beyond came out to watch the latest movie display only that it was real and not an act. Some people were secretly recording the incident which would make a good post on net.
They got to the police station and dragged Mr. Badmus into the cell.
He struggled like a mad man but he was held with expert hands. He continued shouting ‘I am innocent’ but it was more like ‘I am guilty’ in the ears of the officers. They threw him into the cell and he fell down crying profusely and it took just a moment before he noticed the people looming over. He lifted up his head, the first person he saw was a scarred guy grinning down at him wickedly with his toothless mouth.
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I stood bawping as the unbelievable man approached. I still found it amazing that he had
actually moved. He had stood like a statue and I had praised the talented artist who brought the craft to light but when he moved I was extremely surprised.
He approached me and silly me, I hadn’t expected that he would
talk, much less to me but when I saw his mouth moving I was taken aback once more. He said something but my mind was
preoccupied thinking about nothing or everything and I felt like disappearing until he
touched my hand and I was shocked, in fact, I could swear he was electrically charged cos it was like touching a life wire but it was enough to bring me back to normal.
“Are you ok? Do you need a glass of water?” he asked looking worried.
I mentally slapped myself for my
behavior and willed myself against thinking about that voice.
‘I have no business with the male gender’, I thought when I
remembered Kelvin and my dad, my voice became sharp immediately.
“I am fine thank you”, I said and made to leave but he stopped me.
“Wait, what are you doing here?
I have been wanting to see you”, he said urgently.
“What do you mean? Have we met?” I asked surprised at his statement.
He smiled and said, “Yes and no. I saw you at Heaven’s Gate concert”
I flushed. There is something about that face that I could not
understand. It on its own portrayed a man of strength and determination but there were a lot of things there that I could not understand.
He seemed unpredictable; even with my psychological mindset 8 training, I knew that it would not be very easy to read
him though I could sense he must have gone through alot in life.
To be continued…
