Suddenly, Segun stood up in anger like a mad solider; ripped off his robe and shouted hideously on the top of his voice:
''l caught you today! Your hidden Secret has been exposed!''
He raised alarm.
Immediately, in a twinkling of an eye; he quickly rushed to jam the door and flung the key to a corner of the house in anger. He drew out a sharp-cutlass from the back of the three-sitter chair.
There was no way for Yetunde to unlatch the door again. It was locked already. The veil is torn off completely! Segun was about to smite Yetunde.
The sweet honey became spoiled and diluted with bitter leaves and watery gall! How smooth will it flows inside the mouth of the socked, innocent woman and the thirsty mother?
To the mother of Junior, it was like chewing with a sore tooth or trying to run on a broken foot!
Unexpectedly, there was ''Katakata'' inside ''The Innocent Villa.'' The black pot can no longer accommodate both the kernel and palm oil together!
In furry, Segun first wanted to clench his fits against her but she escaped the attempt narrowly. It caused anguish and terror to fall upon her suddenly that evening. Conversely, Segun had unrestrained anger for Yetunde like a satanic manipulation.
In sadness, his anger burns like fire. Segun was about to fight against his wife Yetunde like a besieging army against a high city wall. Who will deliver her from the ruthless hands of the hearten husband?
His anger that burns like fire was about to consume the woman. She wanted a rescue from the clutches! But unfortunately, there was no rescue at sight for her. Everywhere was scarce of mercy or sympathy!
Madam Yetunde was greatly shocked and badly frightened at the strange attitude and the pronouncements. The heebie-jeebies were untold and hefty! She was greatly astonished and perplexed. So life could be turned upside down with a detected error or past mistake!
''My head hurts! The rudiments are making me sick''- exclaimed Segun.
The anger of Segun flared out against Madam Yetunde that day. Segun was very furious with harsh belligerent attitude. He was no longer patience or friendly to the less privileged. Suddenly, the love turned to hate. He was so upset.
''I kill you today; kill myself and this boy…unless you confessed the truth to me!''
''Now…now…!!! Who is the real father of Junior?''
The angered Segun became too dangerous and dreadful to be confronted.
'' Is Junior my son or my father's child?''
The husband furiously asked with trembling sounds from a frustrated man. More search light needs to be beamed on Yetunde's hidden acts as regards the p[ending issue.
The questions hung in the air. Segun, the beloved husband of Yetunde! Was greatly boiling, breathing heavily and sweating wrathfully.
The hassled Segun went wide, haywire and bulling like a seriously wounded lion inside the forest. He was desperately ready to butcher Yetunde. He was armed to finish the mother of Junior and ruined the family reputation because of the detected crime.
All appeal to calm him down was abortive. He stubbornly refused to listen like a deaf and dumb boat driver on high speed inside the stormy water!
Segun have never being so bullies before to that terrible extend in the past years.
However, as glaring as it was, the wife was caught napping immediately. She surrenders, and began aching and feverish. It was no longer a child's play to be handled with kid- gloves any longer. It became a grief matter to fester fast.
According to the counsel of Robert Greene, author of The 48 Laws of Power, that '' If one ember is left alight, no matter how dimly it smoulders, a fire will eventually break out''
The distraught Yetunde said a few prayers before she faced the ordeal of her husband. It was more devastating to her that evening.
The harried Yetunde was agape; apparently unsure of what to do next. She was now scared of her husband. Whiffs of glamour inside the innocent villa have turned sour and dreadful. Yetunde was shredded and ragged that evening. She was shaking with fear!
She was reluctant to declare herself guilty! Also, the sensible woman was unwilling to make any pronouncement. She was not ready to unseal the sealed secret as promised. She endured to restrain from going full blast! But, is it possible to fight a war without casualties? But will Yetunde not be a victim of what Greene says in his publication:
''More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation?''
Now which is better; to take the battle to the enemy's gate or to wait to be at the attacked by the enemy?
Awfully, Yetunde sensed clearly that if the needful is not done without further delay; the consequences may be cataclysmic! Therefore, she must act decisively at the moment.
It is just like a cancer patient who is unwilling to face chemotherapy or surgery. It would get to a point that not only would he lose the part he is trying to protect; he would also lose the whole body as the cancer cells metastasise!
The fury of the king is like that of a roaring lion. It is usually very deadly or the hitherto highways to hell. The stall is broken; the horse must run away fast. When there is wide-fire inside the forest of terror, no lion stays inside the den parading to be the king of forest. God forbids bad thing!
At that moment, Segun have lost his senses and everything about him is scattered and tattered. He did everything in anger and ragged about inside the villa. He acted like a ox that was about to gore Yetunde.
The battle front was like Segun with RAF Horse glider with a full load of ammunition against innocent Yetunde with one well-placed shot into her fuselage, she would be a giant Roman candle.
Like a devouring fire about to consume! He behaved like someone in Jordan's jungle. He roared at Yetunde like a lion of the forest bulling carelessly. Segun felt he has been ''slighted'' or ''Cheated''! He was seriously hurt.
At a point, Yetunde sat down exhausted. She was dog-tired, tense and apprehensive. Her cohorts on her beached were having it just as bad, or worse. Intravenously, she was weak and on the verge of death!
'' You can never really appreciate the lonely terror of being in the presence of your enemy until it really happened to you''
Madam Yetunde ponders ghastly with herself.
As an adversary, Segun was enraged with Yetunde and ready to embarrass and disgraced her with rains of insults, reproach and condemnation.
Really, the father of Junior would battle anybody whenever he lost his hot temper like this. Therefore, Yetunde must cooperate and behave herself. If not, the frustrated man had blindly made up his mind to scatter and pour the salt inside sand.
Who will be bold enough to prevent the mad bull-dog from barking? Yetunde was ill at ease at this stage inside the innocent villa that evening. She needed a timely help from the pending menace.
But the help was as uncertain as a seasonal mountain brook-sometimes a flood, sometimes as dry as a bone!
There was no one in particular to help or bail her out of the pending mess. To bind up the wound, no medicine does any good again.
Though, it was obvious that only by confessing the truth of the matter without any preservation can save the unpleasant situation at the moment. Yetunde was about to vomit what she gulp already. She screamed for the danger in sight.
Ideally, when the drumbeat changed, Yetunde has no choice but to comply with the rhythm of the new drumbeat.
Regrettably, Madam Yetunde regained her strength from the shock; and panicky rummaged through the body to explain what actually happened vibrantly between her and Segun's father before she got married. She apologizes profusely for her actions but stressed that she was innocently raped by Segun's father!
There was a build-up of exchange of unpleasant words between the couples that night.
'' Are you sure that was the truth of the matter?'' Segun inquired! He was embittered. He was sad about his father's nefarious rape act! Yetunde in a shaky voice told exactly how it happened without her consent.
'' Yes my dear, it was your father…it was your father that raped me. I never planned it this way…You knew that I was a virgin before we met…!''
– Yetunde babbling with the confessions to Segun bulling!
She was deeply soaked with a river of bitter tears; terribly shaking like a chicken inside the rain. Yetunde got feared and trembling with ashen-faced. Segun was surprised because he rarely seen her cry, but the tears streamed down her face that night.
Segun, the husband of madam Yetunde felt greatly betrayed by his wife. Yetunde was equally sad and bitter about the deadly mistake unfolded. However, bitterness is more devastating than betrayal. Betrayal is external, bitterness is internal.
At the scene of scuffle, Yetunde keenly watched her husband carefully holding the hatchet with red-hot eyes. The mother of Junior became sicken and faint. Her sun is gone down while it yet day. She was disgraced in sadness and shame!
''No matter how made a dog is, he will not take fire for any other objects in sight!'' says an adage.
Segun calm down from his dismayed. He stopped dragging the issue further.
'' It was not your fault really, but it is mandatory; I need to confirm the true-father of this child before I bounce on my father''
-He bluntly voice out.
Disgustingly, Segun swoop down on Yetunde his wife.
'' Therefore, by tomorrow, we shall go for a DNA test and confirm the authenticity of the matter at stake''
- The husband pronounced as he left for the visitors room to sleep with Junior.
It takes only few hours for the robust green plant to turn brown and dried up by the scorching sun without water to the roots. Dryness is a common experience whenever the rain seized to fall most especially when the gods of the land are furiously angry and demands revenge at all cost.
Who is born right and bold enough to remove from the mouth of a lion the swallowed rat? Nobody will ever attempt such a suicidal mission during the broad daylight!
Such a act will precisely tantamount to sitting on a high-voltage transformer to take the launch. What a great pity? The food must have been mistakenly poisoned and served by the bitter and frustrated husband food vendor, whose beloved wife was snatched and cheated through the influence of money-power! What a mere ride that will be too difficult to accept even by an idiot or bastard.
Anyway, only God can judge right anyway. To be sincere and candid, no human being can claim to be so justified in the messy acts of life that we are all entangled and caged in. The plain truth must be told. '' We are all thieves when nobody is at home'': says a common Yoruba adage.