LOVE TRAIN: """MY FATHER'S WIFE""" ...Season 2 EPISODE 11A

“Oh stop it amanda” i almost said out loud pushing her a bit hard watching as she paced back and fell into the bed. Yanking the door open i went out of the room with a dizzy head.
“Nnam, whats wrong you are looking pale and wearing a long face” I heard papa ask on entering the sitting room.
Papa sat on the lone cushion which he normally sat, he was looking very frail and lean, his skin turning pale even though the doctor have said his injuries were healing but his whole body spoke a different language.
Am starting to doubt if only the injuries is responsible for papa’s strange diminishing physique.
“Nothing papa, am ok” i intoned trying to sound convincing and at the same time wear a fake smile.
“Papa, i want to tell you something” i took my seat on a long cushion just beside papa’s.
“What is it Nnam” His words sounded weak, like he forced it out from his vocal cords.
“I have decided to Marry” More like the words saying me than the reverse.
Papa’s face lit up with a smile, all of a sudden he looked livelier.

“I have established a business partnership with Roban business conglomerate here in Enugu, i will move to my own apartment soon in G.R.A and am sure you already met the girl i want to marry” It felt like i was more in charge this time.
“Ooh wonderful, Nnam now you come” Papa sang offering his hand for a handshake which i took with both of my hands.
An air of pride swayed around, papa was proud of me and for once i felt my decision was the right one.
Amanda walked by the sitting room casting a blank look at me, its certain she heard my discussion with my papa. she looked disappointed, angry and at the same time strangely depressed from my own judgement.
I am moving on..
A tear escaped my eyes as i watched Papa open his arms and Chioma slumped into it, Papa’s hands clasping around her warmly with a priceless smiled on both their faces.
“Welcome to my family, my daughter” He said.
I had brought Chioma to introduce her to papa officially as my fiancee.
I have resumed work as a partner of Roban business conglomerate, moved most of my stuffs to my new apartment in G.R.A.
It was a simple 5room and a sitting room miniature duplex with a relatively small but elegant compound.
A touch of blossoming red hibiscus gave it a nice touch, a mini half court basketball court.
It was not as much as Papa’s huge mansion but it was efficient and beautiful and can be called a home.
I still spend most of the week days with papa and stayed in my house only during the weekends, owing to the fact that papa still was strangely weak and was loosing weight rapidly. He could only manage to walk with the aid of a walking stick.
Having invited Chioma to the small house warming party i was throwing at my house, She was choked up with office work but promised she would fly in from Abuja on the day of the party.
With the help of Jessy, the house warming party preparation was smooth and easy. Jessy took charge of all the preparations and also invited some of her young female friends to heat up the party.
I had reached out to some old close friends, new business partners for the party. Everything was set.
The day of the party, the house oozed of many delicious indistinguishable aroma, ranging from fried rice to fried chicken, variety of soups.
Jessy and her friends were in the kitchen, not knowing if their giggles and laughs did the cooking for them.
The party started a little after 6pm, the number of girls that were present scared me, Jessy’s friends tripled by another double digit.
Chioma flew in from Abuja 7pm and arrived when the party was already lively.
The look on her face was priceless when she entered and was welcomed by a vision of host of girls many of them in skimpy shorts and revealing clothes.
Her long light pink dinner gown she wore buttered in gold shimmering sparkling strings.
Her hair which she left natural was long and dark, parked to one pony tail at the back.
Her beauty was unmatched, her womanliness, graceful.
9pm; The party was at its peak, roaring music from the stereo, cracking laughter, soft and loud discussions. Popping sounds of champagne and clanging sounds of spoons meeting Chinese ceramic plates.
Girls were already on the dance floor twerking like their lives depended on it, and i can notice some guys trying hard to hide the hard on the sensual assault the twerkings induced on them.
“Attention everyone, its time for our host Johnysky to give a speech”. Olumide’s voice thundered through the sitting room drawing everyone’s attention and bringing down the volume of the stereo.
Olumide was a friend i met in U.K, he was in the same university with me and we bonded well and easily. He went back to Nigeria many weeks before me and we have kept in touch.
Cheers and ovations gave the floor to me, olumide inciting off three “hip hip hip hurray” as i stepped up with a blushing smile.
  Watch out for Episode 11b
...TBC...