Nissan

THE GIRL, THE WOMAN AND THE BOY

The police assured her that they’ll track her daughter’s whereabouts

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She remembered that she had slumped after seeing her younger brother, being slaughtered. She began crying , she really needed air, she was dying. She banged the boot several times, but she was too young to be heard.

One more time, and it went open. Oh, how lucky she was, but then people saw her and started shouting, and in no distant time the car stopped. The men were forced out of the car and beaten to stupor.

Some people in the crowd helped her out. It was an old rickety car, no wonder the boot could open asides the normal way.

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Her phone rang, she was weak, still sulking over her lost son, while holding the remaining little son to her bossom. She was yet to comprehend everything that had taken place.

“Hello?” She managed to answer. When the person spoke, she halted and was shocked. It was Pierre. “Pierre!!!, you’re such a wicked human!!” She shouted,

“You’ve wasted martins and now Hilda is missing!!” She continued.

He didn’t say a word any longer, the only thing he had said was her name “Mary” which he pronounced when the call had started.

Then he spoke.

“I’ll come back for the other boy, by next

Month”

He cut the call.

This was it, her regrets were confirmed. How on earth did she find someone like this to marry, had she not been forced to do that ? See What a Crazy tradition had forced her to do. She had only known him for a week, before they got married. He was a cobbler and resided In the city, he really made gains from that job, as he was the only one around that area doing it.

That was all she knew of her husband, she hadn’t cared to find out his relationship with his own family. Not that she didn’t care, but she wasn’t even given the opportunity.

Yes the police would help her out , but there was no use involving them again. It was a matter of weeks before he would strike again. It was better to let the sleeping dog lie. Shouldn’t she just leave for good?

But Hilda, oh gracious, if Hilda was present she would have even left the next day. Though she had no place in mind to go to, but she believed that staying away from that area would be safer.

“Hilda!!” She cried out “please come back”.

Mary was already so scared, she had to call mama Nene to stay with her. And the baby, he was doing just fine, looking cheerful and so innocent, oh she would come up with a name for him as soon as possible.

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Pierre sat up from the bed. He had one more task to accomplish yet. Since He was being looked for by the police, how could he do it.

Just few hours ago, he had spoken with Mary, warning her to keep the little boy safe.

He muttered some words sorrowfully to himself “I’m so sorry Hilda you weren’t meant to see any of these”

He heard some Noise and climbed the roof to take cover. He was in an old abandoned little bungalow, many miles away from his home. Oh, he was so famished, that he could even feed on any live animal.

The noise had subsided, two rabbits had been chasing each other. He went out to pluck fruits.

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She hugged her daughter happily, and began crying too. Hilda followed suit, it was a joyful reunion, but the joy couldn’t be complete,martins was gone.

The baby boy who was asleep began crying.

“Oh momma, what’s his name,”? Asked Hilda.

She racked her brain, it should be a unique name. One that had a deep meaning.

“Nissan”.