The Attack 7
“Do you wish to be the person who will kill this whore son dog who does nothing but going about sampling all the women in the world?”
Now, Freya's words penetrated into his bones deeper than Denise' punches. But Freya was not done yet, she was only on a rehearsal before the performance. Likewise, Mr. Phil Anderson took Mr. Denise Bailey and walked him towards his car to stop him from further violence. Then, Freya faced Mr. Stephen, looked into his eyes and continued cursing.
“You rapscallion, who go about breaking homes and abandoning your child with an innocent woman. Do you want to practice those nefarious activities on my mother? Scoundrel like you. Do you want to be a bad influence on my brothers?”
While Mr. Phil Anderson was speaking with Denise, he looked around and saw his wife talking to her uncle in a demeaning manner, then he called out her name before walking towards her.
“Freya.”
Just like Denise, she must dish out to Mr. Stephen Bailey all that she had prepared for him before answering her husband.
“Rascal, you want to practice your mischief in my closely knitted family because you don't have one. You cannot disintegrate us. Let me see you anywhere near my mother or father.”
“It is OK. I'm sure he had taken your advice.”
The smooth operator, Mr. Phil Anderson, did not hit nor curse Mr. Stephen Bailey, but he tactically informed him that he had been mentored by the youngsters, and he should take heed.
When he took his wife to his car to meet Denise, who had calmed down, he announced.
“It is okay. Let's go. Father needs his weekend.”
“It is all right, brother-in-law. Thank you for your intervention.”
“You are welcome.”
Then, Denise began to walk back to his car and suddenly stopped, as though he just remembered that he had an unfinished business. He gave Mr. Stephen Bailey, a dirty look before he faced the Security Officer and ordered.
“He must leave here immediately and do not disturb my parents' weekend with his matter. If he dares to call father, break his phone and if he feels offended, he can report to the authority.”
“All right, boss.”
Now, Mr. Stephen Bailey, was still on the ground with a swollen face. He was using his shirt to clean off the blood that was dripping from his nose, stared at him helplessly. To his utter dismay, he had no courage to fight back or report to the authority.
The youngsters, who do not know where to channel their excess energies nor the magnitude of such action, got into their cars and drove off.
At that moment, Mr. Arthur Bailey and Mrs. Nichole Bailey were not aware that such scuffle took place in the estate. They were enjoying their weekend while their children took care of the pest which were about to disturb them.
For the first time, Mr. Stephen Bailey realized how his carefree life had affected his self-esteem. Though, he had a child, but he had not developed a strong father – child relationship like Mr. Arthur Bailey and his children. He knew that he played a positive role in the lives of his niece Freya and nephew Denise after the demise of their father, but he could not believe that he had strong bonding with them to this extent. At this juncture, he advised himself.
'If Denise and Freya, who are not his biological children, could be this disrespectful to me, I wonder what his children would do if they meet me here.'
Then, he mustered up the courage to leave, ignoring the looks of the Security Officer and his men, which were full of contempt. Then, he supported himself with his left hand on the ground and stood up before he sluggishly walked to his car. Afterwards, he turned on his ignition and drove off through the gate, which the Security Officer was yet to lock after Denise and Phil drove off. As he reflected on his undefined lifestyle which touched his dark secret, he asked himself some life transforming questions.
'If I had decided that I do not want to get married, then I have to stick to it and not to be sampling women to find out which one is the right partner. Can my son, Tim, defend me in this manner?'
In all his discoveries on that day, he had not discovered that the woman he wanted to sample whether she would be the right partner or not had pleasured Mr. Arthur Bailey several times in his bedroom.
Outside The Bailey's Native Home
Now, Mr. Phil Anderson and his wife followed Denise from behind after they left the Native Home. Freya, who was still furious with the sudden appearance of the veritable Casanova, was silent. Her husband gave a concerned look before he cheered her up.
“Baby, it's OK. I'm certain he would not interfere again in the affairs of father and mom.”
“That will be for his own good. Otherwise, if he tries anything silly again, he will have himself to blame. Can you imagine such impertinence?”
“He did not know the planning and the execution of plans that brought them together.”
Mr. Phil Anderson teased and Freya laughed ecstatically and added.
“He did not know how we sent father to Egypt unprepared.”
“You are right. The question that I am yet to fathom the answer is this, is he not aware that they were engaged and about to get married in a couple of days?”
“I don't think he is aware, but whether he is aware or not, my mom is not in his class. He should look elsewhere.”
“So, he believed that one day, I will address him as father-in-law. Scumbag.”
“Imagine.”
They drove silently until they got to the T-Junction of the minor road, and Mr. Denise Bailey honk his car horn and joined the major road while Mr. Phil Anderson joined the major road too taking the opposite direction. Soon, Mr. Denise Bailey was at Mr. Nicholas Fields's Residence. He parked at the car park and walked into the parlor untarnished. Now, the family, including Olivia, was at the parlor watching the television.
“Welcome back, hubby.”
“Denise. You are back.”
“Thank you, wifey. Yes, Godfather, I am back.”
He responded while he took his seat beside his wife. Then, Mrs. Fields spoke.
“Good to have you back. You must be famished. The janitor will serve your food soon.”
“Thank you Godmother. I'm waiting.”
His wife looked at him and asked.
“How was your visit to the Native Home?”
“It was fine.”
He responded sharply, still looking at her. She inquired again.
“Has the matter been resolved.”
“Yes. It was nothing serious.”
Mr. Denise Bailey responded with a wave of the hand.
“That is good. How are father and mom?”
Although, Denise did not see his parents when he got to the estate, but from the discussion he had with his father, he knew they were good. So, he gave her an answer that was based on speculation, with a mild smile.
“They are wonderful – enjoying their weekend.”
Olivia smiled too and said.
“I got it?”
Then, Mrs. Fields announced.
“Your breakfast is ready, Denise.”
Mr. Denise Bailey gave his wife an agreeable look before he responded.
“Thank you, Godmother.”
He walked to the dining table, and his wife followed him to keep him company.
“Hope you enjoyed your meal?”
“Yes. I did, and I have taken my routine drugs.”
“That's good. You are a strong lady, and I am happy about it.”
She smiled and looked at him seductively before she responded.
“Thank you. Your love keeps me strong. I love you, hubby.”
Denise gave her a peck and announced.
I could not ask for more. I love you too.”
After the breakfast, they returned to join Mr. Nicholas Fields and his wife in the parlor.
“Thank you for the meal, Godfather, and Godmother. I enjoyed it.”
“You are welcome.”
While they were relaxing, Mr. Nicholas Fields saw the occasion as the right moment to delve into the discussion he had with Mr. Denise Bailey concerning Olivia's decision to be self-employed.
“Angel.”
He called. Olivia and Denise looked away from the television simultaneously and fixed their gazes on him, and she answered.
“Yes, Mr. Fields.”
“Your husband had told me of your plans to be self-employed.”
“Yes, Mr. Fields.”
“That is good. So, what are your plans?”
“I have designed a website for tutorials on ICT. I intended to hold online classes for students who may be interested.”
"That is good. Did you design the website by yourself?”
“Yes. I designed it by myself.”
Denise, who had not created the suitable time to look into her project, was dazed with his wife's brilliance. Then, Mr. Fields continued.
“That is good. The e-commerce website will help you.”
Now, Olivia refuted.
“No Mr. Fields, it was not an e-commerce website that I designed but an educational website.”
“Wow. Are there differences? I thought a website is a website.”
Olivia smiled and corrected his erroneous impression about the website.
“There are differences, and they are used for different purposes. What I need is an educational website that will intensify online learning and complement classroom lecture.”
“You are indeed prepared. I like that. What kind of website do I need as a movie producer and director?”
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