Betrayal is violation of a person's trust or confident, it's a killer of trust. Betrayal to him was her leaving him alone in heartaches and eloping with her lover. Betrayal to her was him believing the lies piled against her to shatter her dignity, him humiliating her publicly at every given opportunity he got. betrayal to her was melancholy, it killed her spirit deeply and yet a little atom of trust was plastered at the very core. But to him was deeply rooted anger but yet the core still love.
Furqan ;
My heart stung with anger. Somehow the
feeling of guilt started penetrating through my steel heart. I don't understand why and how but I felt it. I sat on the couch in my sleeping chamber close to a giant window where I can see all the castle.My gazed was permanently fixed on Mabe's quarters where Azzez kept Almas. I felt guilty for her condition. She has lost weight, she look unhealthy. I went to talk to Azeez severally but he won't say anything reasonable. What am I to do? Mama had told me everything about Almas. How she fell hopelessly in love with a guard and ran away with him. I tighten my fist in anger. I stood up and began walking to the garden. I needed fresh air and the luminous moonlight made the stroll longer. I found myself walking freely towards Mabe's quarter. You're a strong king. Why must you bruise your self respect. My inner thought scolded me. I stopped walking and stood. "That is true. I said out quietly and decided to turn back. I took a last glance at the windows, the dark area was brighter. A dull candlelight reflected from away and I began hearing screams. "What's going on!? I fasten my pace taking giant steps and I was already at the front of Mabe's building.
"Achogwu! I called knocking the door worried. What could happen? Is it Almas!? Oh god.
Soon the door opened. Gabaiduuu! One of Mabe's young nurses gasped surprised and knelt quickly.
I pushed her aside and hurried inside. I stood shocked at the five women in the room. All of them surprised and they quickly knelt chanting Gabaiduuu. I stood dumbfounded. The room smelled foul and bloodstain on the bedspread and Mabe's hands were also bloody. I looked over to my left and saw Almas standing holding a baby in her hands. What!? Is she.. Is that her.. "No your majesty. It's not her child Mabe said quickly, she belongs to Ayibe. She said pointing at a young woman laying in the bloody bed tired and her forehead was matted with sweat. I quickly looked away from the woman embarrassed noded. I glared at Almas and walked out. I wish she could say something. Tell me everything with her mouth by herself! Not having mouthpiece here and there. Mabe spoke for her and the last time. It was that old woman if not she'd be dead by now. I hissed at my frustration and continue walking in the pathway which led to the garden.
"Wait.. I froze. I thought I heard Almas voice or was I hallucinating?? I slowly turned back and there she was standing halfway. She held her abojima tightly covering her entire body due to the cool weather. My breathe hitched as I saw her walking towards the entrance of the garden where I stood. The moonlight shone on her, she looked breathtaking. The garden was not completely lit except from the soft glow cast from the candle bra hung on the walls of the castle fence and building.
She gently knelt in front of me chanting Gabaiduuu in her melodious voice my whole body shivers but I stood dumbstruck. What was she up to? Why she come out here now alone with me in the dark? Was she planning on revenging? How I humiliate her? Does she know her family is alive? She was completely a huge question mark to me.
"Rise. I said quietly still wondering and gazing at her suspiciously. She rose and looked expressionless. I couldn't read her mind.
"What do you want? I asked calmly. She looked away.
"The truth. She said. Oh finally. Finally she wants to speak up! I felt my heart lighter and I exhaled sharply.
"Go on then I commanded. She took a deep breath and began.

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