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Perched atop a gentle rise, the Ediong mansion exuded a subtle allure. Its exterior, a marriage of stone and cedar, bore the marks of seasoned craftsmanship, while carefully tended gardens framed the entrance, offering a nod to understated luxury. Inside, the warmth of oak floors and natural light from large windows created an inviting ambiance. Thoughtfully chosen furniture, a blend of contemporary and vintage pieces, whispered stories of well-traveled tastes. The scent of fresh blooms lingered in the air, mingling with hints of rich mahogany. This wasn't just a dwelling; it was a real, lived-in masterpiece of comfort and refinement.
As Dayeima Ediong walked out of the basement to the parlour as he was lost in thought of what to do ,
"Hope all is well,son",a woman in her early fifties asked as he raised his face to talk to her
"Aunty Grater, h...mm, it's nothing", he replied as he hurried out,she immediately followed.
Grater was like a mother to him, since he's mom past away when he was three she has been taking care of him like hers , age walked for the Ediong family more than twenty years , she knew Daye so well, more than his own blood, she was married but didn't have any child of her own , Daye was like a son to her .
She walked towards the door to stop him
"Aunty, I need to go", he said as she blocked the entrance from him
"Untill you let me know what's going on", she said
He buried his head "hhh..mm" and raised it
"There's nothing going on,if there was, I would let know, you'll be the first to know, can I go I have to see my Grand Master immediately " he concluded
Her eyes widened
"Grand Master?"she asked, her eyes pooped out , she looked so anxious
"I just missed him, it's been long I haven't visited " immediately, she smiled and gave him a thumps up
" That's so nice of you, bye" , she walked out of the entrance as he sighed a sigh of relief .
He walked to the garage as he's driver opened the car door, a White Bentley mulsanne speed and he zoomed off to Masters house.
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Master was the oldest man in the Ediong family , he was Mr Ediong's father, he was an aged man , still strong with a white haired hair , his son didn't take over his looks, at least others did , he was a fair complexioned averaged height man
At least my three daughters took over my looks ,he usually said with a hard giggle.
He's house was a small luxury home in a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of a bustling City, Enang. He was a simple man,his small modern home with clean lines, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a minimalist interior. The open-concept floor plan makes the home feel spacious and airy, despite its modest size. The kitchen is a chef's dream, with top-of-the-line appliances and plenty of counter space. The home's backyard is a private oasis, with a covered patio, a pool, and lush landscaping.
It was a two hour drive from Norland city to Enang, Norland city had a European history which occured in the Norland family making them the richest in the city, it was named after the British wife of one of the forefathers in the family , while Enang was a city of its own with it's traditional African costomes which made Master live there, he loved that city because of its traditional Ibibio costomes that never faded till the twenty first century .
Daye , walked through the entrance then the patio,where the old man loved the most, he sat there as the cool gentle breeze blew and he laughed loud, he was a man that loved tradition but things had changed in the world, he had to adapt to change.
"Young Man, you didn't inform me before coming, what an impromptu visit" he laughed loud as usual, sounding like a typical ancient man with his chewing stick right inside his mouth.
He held his walking stick, his eyes where dim
He stood on his feet as he patted his grandson's back
"Good evening Master" , he greeted as he bowed respectively "My son" he kept calling
"What's brings you to my abord ?" He asked walking through the corridor leading directly to the parlour.
"It's my dad ,sir", he replied
"What's about him?"he asked
Both sat on the cushion, wrapped in an Ankara fabric of different beautiful colours
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