MY FIRST GRANDCHILD
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CHAPTER three
My first grandchild
“You are a lazy man.” “Just because nobody is at home with you, you are going out anyhow you like.” “I wouldn’t call you back. I am waiting for you at your house.” All this was what Rowan heard from the other end of the call. As soon as he cut the call, he became worried. He saw Waylon as a good man. Waylon showed his true color as soon as Lydia went for her master’s education.
Rowan was carried away in his thoughts when the driver tapped him on the back. “Young man, you look worried. Is anything the problem?” the driver said.
“Nothing,” Rowan said sharply. “Can we enter the car now? I am sure you remember my description.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rowan and the driver entered the car. The driver started the car, he controlled the steering wheel and the car moved away gently.
When Rowan entered the sitting room, he saw Waylon. Waylon was dressed in a multicolored shirt and a pair of black trousers.
“Good afternoon, father-in-law.”
“How many times have I warned you not to call me your father-in-law?”
“You should at least answer my greeting.”
“I don’t need your greeting, because you are a snake under green grass.”
“That’s unfair…” Rowan said. He sat down and looked in Waylon’s direction.
“Stop hovering your eyelashes, young man.”
“I am sorry, sir. Can I offer you a drink? Since this is the first time you will visit me this year.”
“Look at me from head to toe, do I resemble a street beggar?”
“No, you don’t…”
“Then, keep your drink to yourself. You don’t even have a refrigerator. I would rather drink hot water in my house.” Waylon laughed.
Since Waylon was Rowan's father-in-law, Rowan tried not to talk back to Waylon.
“Where are you coming from?” “I couldn’t hear you properly on the phone because of the poor network.”
“I am coming from a party.”
“You must be very stupid. You couldn’t even lock your door. What if burgers burgle into your house?” “Do you even have any reasonable items in this house?” Waylon said mockingly.
“What brought you to my house?” Rowan said. He pretended as if he had never heard what Waylon said.
“Your mates are out there, working under the sun and putting food on their family tables. You are at home slugging on the bed all day. That’s why you can’t go more than this.” Waylon spewed with hatred.
“I don’t think I can condone your insults anymore. You can make use of the door for all I care,” Rowan said temperamentally.
“Foolhardy fellow, they are just but a dead threat.” “You lack household training. I think it’s because you don’t have both a father and a mother. Poor orphan!” Waylon said and laughed.
Rowan was so touched by Waylon’s words. Tears kept gushing out of his face as he kept reminiscing on everything that Waylon said.
“Stop those crocodile tears,” Waylon said with a low, but mocking voice.
“What do you want?”
“How about Emmett’s case?”
“I haven’t been able to raise money to pay for the robotic leg.”
Waylon mimicked Rowan. “How on earth would you get such money? Even if you beg for alms, you can’t raise such money.”
“I will go to two or more friends, maybe they can help me with any amount. I have 300 USD already.”
“And here is 500 USD. I have been able to reach out to some people to raise this money,” Waylon said, and dropped the money on the floor. “I could have used the money for other things, but I think Emmett’s life is more important.”
“Thank you very much, sir.”
“Ensure you act very fast. I don’t want to lose my first grandchild.”
Early in the morning, the next morning. Rowan stood up from bed and walked in the direction of the door. When he got to the bathroom, he picked up his toothbrush, applied some toothpaste and brushed his teeth. He left for the bathroom afterwards.
At exactly 7:05 am, Rowan walked into the sitting room. He was dressed in a green polo shirt and a pair of blue jean trousers. He tucked the shirt into his trousers and he was putting on a pair of brown sandals. He had saved part of his meager salary to get a pair of sandals from the mall last week.
Rowan was famished, but he couldn’t wait to eat anything because he had an appointment with Landon. Landon was a banker. He erected a mansion in a residential part of Alabama. He has three exotic cars: an Acura TL, a Dodge charger and a Ford focus.
Knocking and screaming at the top of his voice.
“Who wants to break the gate?” the guard opened the gate gently.
“I am Rowan. Is Landon at home?”
“Yeah. Hold on while I tell him about your presence.” The guard shot the gate and sauntered in the direction of the gigantic building. When he returned, he allowed Rowan in. Rowan thanked him and walked in the direction of the doorway. As he walked in the direction of the door, he was praying with his heart for God to touch Landon’s heart.
When Rowan got to the sitting room, he marveled. Everything has changed from how it was a year ago. The last time Rowan entered Landon’s sitting room was when Landon did his second son’s christening. That was a year ago.
Looking at the beauty of the sitting room, he sat down on one of the couches and held his chin. He had waited for ten minutes when Landon walked into the sitting room.
“Good morning, Landon.”
“Good morning.” Landon stuck his butt on the couch. He was dressed in a blue suit. “I am sorry for keeping you waiting. You know I need a lot of food due to the nature of my job…”
“Darling, won’t you finish your food!” Mrs. Landon screamed from the dining room.
“I will be leaving for work any moment from now. You can give the leftovers to the dogs. They need food rich in protein and vitamins too…”
“Alright, darling. Jack and Jill will appreciate that.” Mrs. Landon replied from the dining room.
“Sorry for the interruption, Rowan. How can I help you?”
“My son…”
“I don’t need a c**k and a bull story, man. Just go straight to the point.” “I am running out of time. Please, be fast.”
“Could you loan me
“What do you want to use it for?”
“The doctor has to give my son robotic legs.”
“I am sorry for that.” “How would you pay me my money?”
“Don’t worry, I will pay you back.”
“That’s a lie. You don’t have a pink-collar job or a white-collar job. So how will you pay me?”
“Are you insulting me?”
“No I am not. It’s obvious.” “Well, I will dash you 500 USD.”
“Thank you very much, Landon. Your children will be healthy,” Rowan said, almost kneeling down.
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