Within she had cautioned herself to resist the urge to brace her niece in her arms yet couldn't forbid her hands from caressing her smooth shining brown hair that laid on her waist ends' nor failed to stare at her chubby face that copied her mother. Her eyes were that of her sister, sweet and fragile , the thoughts of her sister got her eyes tearing out.
She had always wanted to meet the girl in person or at least talk to her but half the time Kemidia killed the idea, with words like ' her husband wouldn't approve', and mostly because the truth of her being twin was never revealed.
Being separated as kids due to their parents divorce, each parent took one of the child they felt was of use to them. Kenita being chose by her mother due to the fact she was the favorite of their father while Kemidia was unoptionally taken by their father.
"How do you know her name when you have memory loss of the past?" Kamara asked with great suspicion at the woman in front of him, the detective stared at her as she let loose of her arms on his daughter. Her body slowly raised with eyes clocking, fragiled she let out a sigh as she tried to spook a lie.
"I don't know but I just feel connected to her" she said flatly hoping he byes into it.
"Then how do you explain calling her name?" His feet stalked her way as he let out his doubts, harshly his eyes pierced at her at every evade she took of his eyes.
"It just came, I remember her name and that she's my daughter" she explained taking a bold stand infront of him, she was backing down nor let his hard stared intimidate her. " Haven't you heard that there's nothing stronger than a mother's bond to her child. I might have lost my memories but I do feel connected to my child" her voice lashed out, meaning to every word said. She might not be her daughter but she was going to take her as hers.
"Have a look at the mirror before saying that, you're everything but a mother figure" he bitterly spats out . He knew far than to believe those words of hers, she might have lost her memories but he knew the kind of person she was. He bet the second her memories were to be intact she would be out the doors of his mansion.
" What do you mean by that?" She queried, hinting dissatisfaction with his words. For sure her sister was a good mother, wasn't she?.
"Can you let go of me?" Their voices were silenced by the sudden voice which happened to be from her niece Lisa.
"Let go of me" she demanded directing her gaze at Kenita's hand still on her arm. She had forgotten her hand was still on her after framing her body upright. With a polite smile she let lose of her grasp on her.
"Lisa" she called to the child not granting a second of gaze or excitement to her return. Any child in her place would be moved to have her mother whom she thought was dead back to live, but instead, she was as cold as ice towards her, even her embrace was stiff and emotionless to her. A more curiosity walked in her mind as to what kind of relationship existed between her sister and her daughter.
"Don't get close to her" he simply said yet firm and demanding his tone was. He didn't want her to hurt his child as before, it was best she was to be distant to her rather than be closed.
" Aunt Bintu" he called and a woman appearance was sudden made, her whom seemed to be in her late fifties stood in long floppy dress that had the shade of black. Her hair binned with a piece of stone broach attached, her lips painted in deep red lit spark to her round huge eyes of grey. Thou aged her body presented firm and tight like that of a thirty years old, mostly because she was a health-cautioned person, likely one of the reasons she had been on service for the Kamara family for years.
"Yes sir" her hands framed on her sides as she walked front to her master only for her eyes to popped out as her right hands stabbed her mouth. Her voice died in as she tried to grasp the scene infront of her.
"M..a" she whispered barely above her throat, her body but shaken.
Was she seeing right?, her madam was infront of her but wasn't she dead and buried?. Her thoughts rampaged through with queries of many.
"I have to return back to the, have your madam taken to her room" he ordered not having speared time to prep her informations on her madam revival. Like that his legs stormed out the doors and hopped in his car for the company. There was a meeting set for noon and he was late, he dared not postpone it as he wanted to get things settled.
His presence was highly welcomed by the board members that smiled , mostly cause they feared his tempered heart. Any second could be a disaster and most the end of their service in his company. He was known as a man of no fun, strict and discipline, many feared him , while some highly respected him as a man of hard work. His story of a boy that came from the slums and built an empire was one all knew and admired, likely that was the causes of his firm character. He didn't care what others thought of him as it had no impact on him.
"Mr Kamara, from our last meeting with Elit they have decided to collaborate with us" a man detailed on their last meeting with another company, which was to invest in Kamara's company. The Elit company is a shoe company that proposed a collaboration and the owner who was a known person to Kamara, also intended an invest in his company with hopes of aiding his falling company out to the public.
"Decline it" he said. He far knew why the Elit purposed the collaboration and investment of no benefit seeked. The company was a time bomb that was soon to flow up, the owner had charges against him for being a rapist as well as his company being a location of men disorienting women.
"But sir, they promised a huge investment and the.."
"Decline it" the boy guy was shut by a stern voice and fierce eyes that felt like niddle in his flesh, his body felt a sudden cold , his forehead dropped waters as he tried to gulp the saliva in hos throat.
"Kay.., I mean Mr Kamara, why lose such an opportunity?" A lady said whom happened to be Alima, his most trusted person and long time friend. Alima was a woman with not only beauty but brain and had been on his side since ages. She had been with him when he was building his company and had stood by his side in every situation, to her he was her Mr right.
Though he had rejected her every advances but that was then and likely cause he was married. His wife was dead and it was her opportunity to make her king dream come true.
Oh she foolishly thought with less knowledge of the recent occurrence.
"I don't care, I won't have my company work with a rogue like him"
"But he was prooven innocent" Alina furthered in.
"I still won't work with him, have him known S.T wants nothing to do with Elit" he declared. He knew far better how his so called innocence was proven, with money at his disposal it was easy to bribed his way out. Too bad his money couldn't bribed him out of the bad image and peoples rage.
He seek ties with him only to boost his company's image and he had rather fall than hold his hands.
"This meeting is done, have me another investor by the end of this week , if not have yourself known you're fire" his legs stood and walked out after a glide of the glass door, behind stalked was Alima who was in dissatisfaction of his decline. Yes the Elit company was in damage crises but she had hoped they would take advantage of the situation and gain from them.
"Are you being serious?, He's willing to invest hundred million, do you have any idea how much that is"
"Clearly I do" he faintly stated. He was no fool nor a bad businessman, the amount was a tempt but he knew it was a bait to downfall and he wouldn't risked it.
"Goodness Kay, what's wrong with you?" Alima grumbled as she let her body rest on the chair. She knew better than to push it , he wasn't going to listen nor change his mind. " I walked my ass all through only for you to just ..you're an asshole" she mumbled, though she tried to reframe from using curse words she couldn't help but spat the truth in his face.
"If I were you I would be out finding a new investor instead of whining here" he coldly said swiping a screen on his laptop that stood on the table in his office.
"You"
"Hey you're here" a savior badged in shutting the words in Alima's lips. Front at the door they both looked at the man with curly hair that laid obediently on his face, his eyes shield behind those lens of transparency.
"Kelvin" Alima called with intend to complain about Kamara to him. As his other friend and a member of his company he sure was the only one to talk sense in him. The three of them had been a triangle buddy, though Kelvin's arrival was five years ago when Kamara's company was just growing, they had become buddies like no other.
"Hold it I don't want to hear whatever you have to say" Kelvin said headed for the sofa made available in the office.
"Great" Alima huffed, why even bothered. She should have known they were birds of same feathers, there was no way kelvin was going to support her. He was like a brother to Kamara and he was mostly loyal and kind towards Kamara. Even for her that met Kamara first, his bond was much stronger than hers to him.
"Anyway am off to find another investor" she said rising on her legs "hopefully I find one" she added before vanishing out i oh f the office.
"So?" Kelvin trailed off on the topic of him going to meet his wife that was said to be alive. His earlier call was a shock to him.
"She alive" he steadily said with eyes glued on the screen of his computer.
"Alive ?" He asked adjusting the corner of his lens "that's a good thing right?" He furthered in with a flat smile. He knew of the situation between his buddy and his wife before her accident and deep down he knew his friend seek little to do with his wife.
Most he has got rid of her if he could.
"I don't know if it a good thing or not, am just glad she has amnesia"
"Memory loss?, what if she regains her memories?" Kelvin anxiously asked fearing for his friend. Her gaining her memories would be huge trouble for him.
"Then I'll have her get rid off" he coldly sated with eyes darkened.
"Lisa" Kenita called while her head stuck through the door of what seemed to be her niece's room. Within held brightful colors of peach and faded pink, animals of various laid on the gigantic bed. At one side stood an open wardrobe filled with dress of peach and pink only, everything was neatly set .
"Lisa" again her voice went as she led her way through the door and within, snail after snail she clocked her eyes for Lisa.
Just like that her feet halted at the sight of the shiny trophies that stood on the top shelf. On each was the name Lisa Rose Kamara , probably from activities she participated in. A quick recalled, her sister had measured her daughter being a sport person and clearly she was seeing it.
"Wow" she gladly smiled at the medals of gold and sliver. She was one good sport person , she proudly stated feeling her fingers on the medals. She felt so proud and amazed at the girl's abilities.
Soon her body flinched at the sound of a throat being cleared, she hastily turned to see Lisa staring at her impatiently.
"Christ you gave me a scare" Kenita said losing her hand from her chest.
"What are you doing in my room?" Lisa asked piercing her gaze at the familiar face.
"I'm here to see you" she responded while returning the medal on the shelf. Slowly she followed the girl that looked her like she had said something disgusting.
"Why?" Lisa again asked, she wasn't being rude or disrespectful, it just that her relationship with her mom wasn't all merry. To her there was no such thing as a mother figure in her life, mostly she was raised and cared for by nannies and her father. From her memories, her mother had always been distant.
"What do you mean why?, I just wants to see you. I missed you"
"Since when?" Her words left Kenita in dismay and dumb found, was it really true that her sister was no mother figure in her daughter's life?.
"Ain't you happy that am alive and back?"
"It wouldn't make a difference whether you're here or not" the girl coldly stated, giving little care to how she felt. "Right now am going to need you to leave my room" and just as demanded she was out of the room, alone contemplating on what just happened.
Right it must be the work of her sister's husband, he must have poisoned the relationship between her sister and her daughter, that must be the reason the child feels no attachment to her mother. But no worries for as long as she was there, she was going to med those broken bonds.
"Ma" aunt Bintu called stealing her attention on her. "This way please " she said taking the lead for the room. She had wanted to show her earlier but she had disappeared and had been in search for her.
"We're here" she said taking the door handle and letting it wild for a cold embrace. It held a dark suit theme with chills of fright.
Closely she walked behind aunt Bintu as her gazes fell on the twice size bedroom and one size shelf of books, the man was an addict to book.
"This is your room" aunt Bintu informs
"My room as in shared room?" She nervously asked
"Yes"
"But why is there no photo of me?" She asked after a scan of the room, the only photos available were that of Kamara and his daughter.
"That's because sir had yours taken down and burnt" what the hell, her sister had just passed and her husband had her photos burnt. Could the wait a little while?.
Clearly he just couldn't wait to get rid of her sister.
"Auntie, can I ask you something?" She flatly requested with gently gaze at the woman who dared not refuse her.
"What would you say was my relationship like with my husband?"