Chapter Five
"Thank God, the Father," Queen Lati, who did not plan to eavesdrop, now has caught the enemies red-handed.
She made a sign of the cross as she froze like an immobile ghost behind the door, listening.
It was like King left his phone on speaker and he was speaking with somebody. It was a female voice she heard, telling him that ' she said her long-time fiance is coming home this Christmas.'
She heard King ask 'that means she is not interested again?'
She understood it was Princess Yemi he was speaking with.
King told her "So, you people should allow me to choose a wife by myself."
"But let her not be like Queen Lati, this mad woman…you see what she caused? Princess asked.
King was silent.
"Why on earth did you allow her to go up?" asked Princess, still in doubt about her brother's weakness with the mad woman.
She has always believed she uses charm on him.
"That is now in the past…" said King.
She heard him apologize to somebody on the phone, meaning he kept the person on hold.
She scratched her feet on the hard floor outside the door and entered, slumped into the seat by King, and withheld her victory smile.
At least, Queen Lati is a mad woman. She heard it. Isn't it a victory? One using her madness to chase away rivals?
She did as if she was not listening to what King and the other person were discussing.
Knowing that was uncle Aloy, based in the UK, and as far as he has told King not to divorce that girl– that girl was what he calls her before traveling–King can never, never divorce her!
So, she can challenge King and nothing will happen.
"The highest thing he can do is to beat me," she told herself, "but to divorce Lati...hehehe, no way!"
She cast a look at King.
"King who is speaking?" she asked
Grudgingly, he turned his neck and the right side of his fat face and asked," Why are you asking again?"
"I want to know," said Queen Lati.
"know what?" he reacted," what have you not heard, hope you heard that I can marry as many as…and it is in the Bible…Abraham, David, and Solomon did not marry one wife."
"I didn't hear all these", she said.
"But whether hundred or not, respect me, respect my matrimonial home!"
Saying that he got up and left.
"Mum, King will now search for a wife by himself," she told her on phone.
"Don't worry. No rival, you will see my handiwork but how far?"
She knew what her mum meant.
"So, any time Milfred fucked me I will report to her?
" Lati, I don't like this arrangement at all, who likes it should take over."
"I say how far?" insisted her mum.
"How far as in what?" she asked. " I don't want him again."
"Why? Is it taking long?" asked her mum
"After all his boasts. God will squeeze his mouth," she said, not caring whether her mum liked it or not.
"Queen."
"Mum, am hearing."
"It's not I'm hearing the matter. My neighbor's child needs a job. I told him when I am traveling he will follow me,"
"How old is he? Can he do gardening?"
"He is roughly 21/22. He has four boys all twins."
"Whoa!...some people are lucky!"
"He is a good boy and can do any work."
"I will help him but I will tell King first."
King Shina was seated by the blue swimming pool behind his five-bedroom apartment.
She rested her chin on his broad shoulder from behind and began to sing: by the rivers of Babylon…"
"Who is weeping now?" asked King Shina.
"Who else than King Shina…am I wrong? Don't worry, the child will come," she said.
King cleared his throat.
"...always clearing throat, clear the flowers first." she urged him.
"The Gardener didn't say when he will resume?" asked King.
"Resume? Somebody who was sick. Let Sade look for a gardener".
King bulged his shoulders.
She called Sade. "Mama Sara, find a gardener tomorrow maybe," she told her
"Your Highness, it is done," said Mama Sara.
"Bring the neighbor's child tomorrow, mum."
She called Mama Sara. "My mum will bring somebody from Lagos. So, don't bother," she said and asked her mum the next day.
"Where are you?"
"We arrived late. Tomorrow, we will come."
"You said you told him what?"
"Have you started to panic?" she asked her. " I don't want to put mouth, if you know how to grab him, grab him…he has four boys!" her mum told her, stirring her desire and it did.
She called Mama Sara. " Go to the guest house by the park and get the gardener. Please don't let King see him carrying a bag.
"Put him in the spare apartment by the north end,"
"Your Highness, it is done."
What is in the offing?
Is the most exciting love affair blooming?