LOVE TRAIN: """MY FATHER'S WIFE""" ...Season 2 EPISODE 23A

“Honestly i have no idea what they are talking about”
i sounded throaty and confused. “It’s true i had some runnings with a friend of Amanda’s named nancy but i was young and foolish then. Cant believe how much my past naive mistakes is destroying my life” I moaned to almost to myself.
“Don’t worry my love, i know God will see us through” she muttered coldly.
“Where are you going sky? ” she blurted out as sprang up from the seat picking my car keys immediately.
“sky, what is it?” she asked again jolting up herself to grab my arms.
“Going to do what i should have done a long time ago” i retorted before she even finished. “i will be right back”

I strode out of the house with speedy long thumping strides, literally jumping into my car driving off immediately heading to papa’s house.
Papa sat outside seating on a lone back chair, a plate of groundnuts and holandia yoghurt was on a little side stool beside him as he flipped through the pages of a news paper, his glasses hanging loosely on his nose making him look something near a 1940 professor.
He was gaining more weight by the day and his pale skin looking more better than before.
“Nnam how are you” he called after me as i greeted him and made my way into the house.
“My am fine” i sang back not stopping a bit.
“what is wrong” he called after me dropping the newspaper to follow me with his gaze.
“Nothing papa i just need to get something from my room” i yelled behind me disappearing into the house.
Making my way through the stairs, a picture of mama and papa hung on a far side of the wall, the sharp smile on mama’s face cut through me..
“This wouldn’t have been happening if you were here” i cursed under my breath sustained a lone drop of a teary crystal.
The house was empty, just like i have presumed. Heading towards Amanda’s room, a pale reddish wooden door stood clearly in front refusing to bulge open after i yanked the handle many times trying to get it open.
With a sharp t----t of my body weight under a kicking foot, the door barged open with a huge bang bringing the room into view.
Clothes lay carelessly on the bed, mostly Ryan’s.. I flung the drawers on the bed open, tearing through piles of primary school Rhymes, little shoes.
The second drawer joined, it was a pile of magazine’s neatly arranged even the coolval magazine.
I singled out every magazine in the drawer, what i was looking for i had no idea but am sure they must be something, anything, anything at all.
The third drawer house a large collection of toys in it, i moved to the other side which only had one drawer on it. Yanked it open it had a huge pile of medicines most of them with pictures of women and children on them. I hissed heavily but what is this?
My hand delve into the pile of medicines and retrieved a small round container, identical with the one jessy took from papa’s medications. Those yellowish little tablets lay still inside.
I looked at it for some minutes, smelt it a bit but am sure i really have no idea which smell i should be expecting.
I slid the small container at the back of my trouser, closed the drawer again and resumed search now more intently.
The ward rope was just a pile of clothes, and so was the space above it. Only a few shoes could be seen under the bed. I was not sure anything was there anymore, she was cleaner than i anticipated or always had her tracks covered.
Their was one more place i need to search, yes yes i think their is. I lifted the mattress up in one full swing taking it clearly out from the bed.
It was blank and empty except for one little brown envelop, neat and crisp lay lazily.
I picked it, could swear it was the second copy of the DNA test the doctor gave to Amanda.
Opening it amidst scrambling groans made by the envelop as i retrieved the neatly folded white sheet in it.
The name Ryan Williams was all i could make out from the jibberish that passed as the doctor’s handwriting. I have never understood any doctor’s writing before, i dont know if they are given special classes in school on how to have bad handwritings, only jessy’s.
I don’t understand what was written on it but i could swear it is not the same thing written on the one the doctor gave us in the hospital.
“This was supposed to be the same result.. ” I muttered to myself, my heart pounding faster than usual.
I slipped the paper into my pocket, dropped the envelope to its previous position and placed the mattress back to it’s place.
Jessy really need to see these result and pills to check what they really are
I left the room closing the door behind me, locked or not, its not my problem..

..To be continued..