The Bitter Enemy
SAMUEL COBBY GRANT
THE BITTER ENEMY
And so Adiza feeling tingles all over her body at the prospect of a hot afternoon sex, dropped what she was doing and quickly had her bath, taking extra care to smell and look nice. She stepped out in a short sexy dress that accentuated her curves with matching high heels, neatly brushed braided hair and set off in a charted taxi cab.
The reception was in it’s dying embers when he had the call.
“Koo, I’m here.. at the reception. .which room are you in?”
“I’m coming to get you.”
He went to her and took her to a vacant office he has requested.
“Here, take this for your business,” he said, giving her three thousand cedis.
“Thanks, Koo, but I requested two thousand o.”
“Don’t worry, I want your salon to be the best.”
“Thank you and God bless you. I thought you’ll book a room so that…”
Don’t worry,” he cut her off. “Have a nice day and spend that money wisely.”
They said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
Adiza was happy, extremely happy, but a bit sad at the way she treated Koo in the past and she was also disappointed because she taught she was going to be treated to a hot session in bed. Her respect for Koo increased a thousand-fold for not taking advantage of her situation to have sex with her.
“Eeei, ewiase paa nie. So Koo can change like this?” she mused “its time for me to also change and things would improve, Insha Allahu.”
Meanwhile, Hassana, shamelessly bitter got some Effiakuma zongo boys together to plan on ways to make Koo’s life a living hell. She also called him multiple times to extort monies from him but he never gave in to her.
“It’s ok if you chose to marry that ugly woman instead of marrying me but you just have to compensate me with ten thousand Ghana cedis,” she had said when he had picked her call at one point.
“You must be out of your mind,” he had said and ended the call and didn’t pick any of her calls again.
Koo and his wife Judith travelled to Accra to attend the wedding of Appiah Kubi, the Security Supervisor of 3 Brothers Company who had since left to establish his own investigative firm, providing all kinds of services including searching for missing dogs and kids to chasing after burglars and kidnappers but what made him famous was the manner in which he solved the mystery of the Millionaire who couldn’t satisfy his young wife.
The wedding was held at Korle Gonno Methodist Church with the reception at Christmas In Egypt, a popular entertainment spot at Mamprobi.
Most of the guests at the reception were there because his beautiful bride, Joann, who was a popular chorister of the Methodist Church but most of his former colleagues were also there and there were shouts of “Koo Hima, Koo Hima” as he escorted Judith to the High Table. Even Abolo, a former Driver Assistant of his, was there with a cute lady he had met the day before at Abeka Lapaz.
“It’s good to have a husband who is popular,” said the amused Judith.
When they got to Cape Coast on their way back, Koo zoomed into the Goil fueling station to buy their favourite fish pies and also bond with that memorable spot where they had found each other again after a long period of separation.
They left 40 minutes afterwards to find to their dismay that one of the rear tyres had been slashed.
“Oh my God, who could have done this, ” Judith exclaimed, afraid all of a sudden.
“I wonder o,” he said, “Is this the work of an enemy or it’s a case of mistaken identity.”
“Could it be by that your girl?”
“Hassana? I doubt that,” he said, staring at the damaged tyre which was obviously slashed with a sharp knife.
“So what are we going to do about it. How are we going to fix this?”
“See this small ger o,” he said jovially, “Even articulated truck tyre, I’ve been changing single-handedly, how much more this fianga tyre,” he joked.
In no time, he had replaced the damaged type with the spare tyre and they were on their way to Takoradi.
Even though he kept a lively and light-hearted chatter, the mood in the car wasn’t as before. He was still thinking about the incident and about the black Passat he had suspected was tailing them. Not even when they bought Santum at Moree junction did it overtake them, and he had refrained from mentioning it to his wife. In less than an hour, they were in Takoradi and he drove on to windy ridge from the T Poly end of the residential area. He drove in, parked, opened the door for his wife, held her hand in his, turned towards the front door and came to an abrupt stop.
He stopped because he saw that his watchman was lying motionless on the grass, bleeding with his front door wide open.
He found the house ransacked with everything movable taken away – his TV, audiovisual equipment, laptops, microwave and the thousand cedis he kept in the house for emergencies was gone. Even the deep freezer with its contents was taken away.
Shaken, both of them, they took Ben the watchman to the hospital and thence to the Police Station to report the case.
He told the police in his statement that he was at his post when a white van drove into the compound to inform him that they were delivering some household items to Mr Hima and when he requested that they call him for confirmation, they pounced on him and beat him till he passed out.
“Would you recognize any of them if you see them again? “
“Yeah, all three of them… one of them even has a tattoo at the back of his hand.”
“Okay, that would be all for now. We’ll commence investigations immediately.”