Three months had gone by and everything seemed to be in place. The dead had been forgotten by many of those who showed up the day of the funeral but most of the sore was left with the ones directly connected to her.
" Mr Kamara, there's a call for you," a lady said making an entrance for his office after a knock. Her long legs elegantly wheeled the red heels, and the A-line skirt grasped her square figure, shadowing it for an hourglass. Above was a tailored peach shirt that kept its edges hidden beneath the elastic waistband.
"It's a call for you sir" She furthered in with a quick drop of the phone in his hand before a pushed back, and a quick sweep of the unruly edges that bounced off her brownish-violet hair that was styled in a ponytail.
Her chocolate eyes scanned through the inside of the office which welcomed a cold and stiff atmosphere in replicant of its owner.
The little to commend was the size shelf of books and two paintings of absolutely no sense, or so she thought. The windows were shut, shielding every ray of light and natural air, the little to glimpse was the reflected grey and black on the walls within.
In a deep sigh, she rested a hand on her hip, as she attentively observed the moving lips of her boss. He was indeed beyond perfect, he no deny, was God's most admirable creation, more of an art of work of his. His dark eyes were a sedative that lured women insane, his shoulders high and wide, his chest that she visioned nude to her eyes from the thick brown tailored suit that laid comfortably on his skin. Certainly, his broad biceps were strong enough to carry anyone or anything, no doubt she was in admiration of him yet dared not cross the limits.
Yes, he was the catch-and-dream fantasized guy, but his personality wasn't one to die for, had he not been a cold-blooded being or a defiant person she sure would have proposed much deeper feelings for him.
" How's is that possible ?" His voice hardened out with a tight clutch on the sheet of papers in front of him. His eyes darkened and hard on every word heard from the other end of the call.
Mr Kamara, a principal and disciplined man held the attributes of a traditional man with a modern look. He, then known as a talented entrepreneur transformed himself into a top business tycoon with a great length of influence and wealth that many seek. He, who had just mourned the death of his wife was back to work, as he believed the dead are dead and mourning over one won't bring him or her to live nor help the living in any way, sorted it best to lay off the memories and move on. Plus, no one was going to run his multi-billion company better than him. With him as the director of a top fashion company, it was a must his presence be always active and he sure aimed at that.
"And" His stiff tone couldn't pass the lady's ears nor his fingers that hardened on the phone.
In stiff groan, he let loose of the phone on the table and urged his legs up gloomily. With less ears to the words of the lady that had walked in, he set out in haste.
"Weird" she grumbled with a roll of her eyes
" Kay" another lady approached halfway out the door but walked passed as the others stared in baffled as to what could have caused the sudden rush in him.
"Alima, where's your boss going?" The Second Lady asked in the gaze of the twirled eyes sent at her from Alima, who was Mr Kamara's assistant.
"Had you not met him on the way, why didn't you ask him yourself?" She rudely responded handing herself a way out of the office.
"You're his assistant so it only fits you know everything about him" she bit back in a hard tone.
"Like you said Beth, am his assistant, not yours, plus am not his partner to know everything about him, and even if I do, am not obligated to inform you of his activities outside work" she returned with a heavy roll of her eyes at her.
No less, the air between them revealed much of a friendship between workmates and more Alima wasn't scared of her nor down to the fact she was of a higher position than her. As her personality presented she was bold and blunt, she set no fear or things she believed in and she despised the act of fake love. As it stood she was in favor of the late mistress of Mr. Kamara while Beth was in transparent of a hidden agenda of her own towards Mr. Kamara.
"I don't have time for you," Beth said heading in another direction.
" No, come back and have a pleasant chat with me." She scolded loudly to her ears, before backing to her side table in front of the view of her boss's office.
Her hiss filled her ears, detest she groaned out to the audacity. Not so long her dear friend had been honored with a funeral and she was all over her man, but again she was roaring at him even at her presence, yet still she felt a need of respect to the dead.
If not for the fact that she was a close friend of her boss and most trusted ally then she would have loved scaring her damn gorgeous face, thou she would wish to label her ugly and unclass. Beth was no doubt a modern woman with both beauty and brain, being graduated from the top university with double degrees and master's, she held a firm background of blue bloodline. She was elegant and intelligent, her words were of wisdom thou sometimes of spite but only to those in rancor with. Less said she was the perfect dream woman to many men.
"I'm on my way there," Mr Kamara said instructing his driver to start the car.
"I'm just saying, what if it's a prank call? It definitely can't be possible " the voice echoed through the phone in Mr Kamara's hand.
"That gives it more reason to see for myself, also her body was never found. If it's her, I'll know what next to do" he ended hard and cold. He dared not say what he felt, cause deep within his heart didn't desire the reincarnation of his wife. Somehow there was a sour grudge on the possibility.
The earlier call was from an unknown person who claimed to have found his dead wife and apparently, she was alive. The news wasn't of pleasure nor a decline to him, he just had to be sure of it, and if it was truly her, he had unfinished business to settle with her before the media got the news.
With just an hour or more drive, he was in a remote town of few houses and more dominant green trees of various shapes. The second he stepped out of his car, his welcome was given by a man twice his age with gray hair and wrinkled hands.
"Kushi" he greeted in his local language (krio), which Kamara understood as hello. In a polite tone, he greeted back with a wary smile to accompany. Further forward the man walked him to the haut just outside the big opening of the compound he was in. It wasn't shielded by any fence yet branched around by nature itself, within held houses of flats and rooms made from nature's soil.
His eyes took a minute's tour of his surroundings, toying around were children in loud voices that the elders in his presence ignored. From his observation, he could tell the place was one of a shelter for both orphanages and homeless elders.
"Si-dom," the old man said offering a seat to him.
"Ten-key " he thanked while finding his rest on the low bench made available under the open hut.
"R get una call, me wef dea alive?" He queried in the local tongue about the call and his wife being alive. He couldn't wait a minute, he needed to know if she was alive. Not out of excitement but a storming fear within of things he wanted to be kept from light.
"Yes, we found her three months ago but then we weren't aware of her background so we kept her in. Just a week ago we found out she's your wife that was mourned, so we decided to call to let you know she's still, very much alive " another guy by the old man said plainly.
" Had we known earlier, we would have made the call sooner"
Kamara's fingers clutched his leg as his mind thought through such possibilities. Were they just on time to save her from the fall? or were they present at the scene when the incident happened? What were they knowledge of?
"So who saved her?, I mean was the person there the whole time? Did they witness the accident unfold?" He urged out, earning himself a suspicious look from both men who were present in front of him. Noticing it, he calmed his thoughts and sat straight in to watch them exchange stares.
"That I can't tell, as I arrived after, it a blessing enough that I saved her before the car exploded. The rest you know" the second man said through a exhale of air.
As they were in the conversation, Kamara took his gaze behind to the heed of the sudden steps that approached. Stunned his eyes went on the familiar face, the same eyes that he used to stare into were in gaze again, the replicant face was alive thou familiar yet gave an unfamiliar aroma. Somehow he felt off about the person in front of him, yes she was in a structure of his wife but somehow her essence did not welcome belonging as it should. Perhaps it was a cause of the way things were before her accident, perhaps the little distance had caused the alien feelings that were erupting.
"Kemidia " her name softly bridged out the gaps of his lips.
"You're alive" he dryly added after a quick groan.
"Why, ain't you happy that am alive?" Kenita asked, scooping a clear view of his faded smile clenched knuckles, and hardened veins that transparent on his arms.
"And why wouldn't I be?" He asked after huffing at the question. Certain she wasn't convinced by his response, anyone in his situation would have run his arms on her and cuddled the breath out of her but he did no such. His body stood frozen and shocked as stared at her living body.
It was clear he was taken and not pleased to have her alive, making him more of a concrete suspect in her sister's death. Her instincts were certain he had secrets and was a cause of her sister's death, she just had to find the evidence and have him locked behind bars.
Both on their edges, fiercely glared at each other, given more seconds they would have devoured each other in their spite, glad-fully was called off by the young man's voice.
" Before you take her, you should know the accident left her with no memory of the past. She only recalls recent incidents " His tensed body took ease as he looked at the man with the words.
"Meaning?" He rhetorically questioned
" We came to know she held no memory of the past, the local doctor also confirmed the accident left her with amnesia" the man continued with deep remorse and sympathy in the act.
Smart was on her side to have hired the best actors, and it wasn't that hard to convince them to display the roles she wanted at the right price. She knew her sudden appearance wouldn't just be easily accepted by him, so she had to create more drama. To avoid suspicion in the future she instructed they told of her amnesia, which could ease out any problems.
And from the look, Kamara was deep into it. He cared not about her condition but somehow she saw an ease and comfort in his reaction. Perhaps eased of the fact that her past was of no avail to her. Likely because he felt it would be of no use to hold on to such memories or selfishly conceal any flaw she held of him.
"Thank you for saving my wife and taking care of her, you have nothing to worry about. I'll have her taken care of" With those heartfelt gratitude he led the door of his car wide for her.
"You, do you recall nothing on the day of your accident ?" His question broke the minutes of silence in the car.
" What can I possibly recall, you heard what they said, I have no memory of the past" she responded in a tight breath, consoling her rage to choke him out of breath.
He was the murderer of her sister and she was expected to sit quietly and listen to his irritated voice, if only she could pull a trigger at him like he mercilessly did to her sister, or say set him to flames. Yet that won't serve her sister justice nor would it suit right with her, doing so would only level her to his low standards. She did urge justice but she was doing it the legal way. It was just a matter of time before gathering enough evidence to have him sent to jail.
" Then you should count yourself lucky for that" he casually stated, sending his gaze on his phone.
She stared at him, ranting within on what he meant by those words, was it a threat? He was beyond unbelievable.
In the following minutes of the ride was a hard pin drop.
"Why are we here?" Kenita asked after a glance at the building they were in front of.
"To get you checked up" he coldly responded shutting his car door.
"But why?"
"Because you just recovered from a dreadful accident, I have to be sure you're fine. And probably seek aid on how to get your memories back" he stated with an extend of his hand for hers.
That wasn't part of her plan, if she was in any way surveyed under a machine then it would be revealed that she was perfectly fine and her brain had no problem.
She desired to protest against it but that would present her suspicion to him and if she did go, her secret would be revealed. Either it was a dead end.