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EPISODE 32

Mma regained consciousness today. It was the happiest day for Richard. It seemed it.

He'd thrown out a large 'Thank God', grabbed and folded Dr Hope's hand inside his.

Dr Hope shook her head, a feeble smile hovering around her lips.
Then she straightened out her features and told Richard the bad story. 'We lost the baby. She bled so much.'

'Oh.' Richard went quiet. He hadn't considered that part. He finally gave a stiff nod and told the plump doctor that it was ok, saying the words to himself at the same time. As long as Mma was fine, everything will be ok.

He asked if he could see her but Dr Hope said no, that it wasn't time yet.

When he returned the next day and entered Mma's room, her sight weakened his feet.

Mma, quiet and solemn in her blue hospital gown had a line of tear in her left eye. Before it dried, another would replace it.
She saw Richard and wiped the tear and turned away.

Richard came to stand beside the bed. 'Mma, I'm so sorry.'

He said the words twice before Mma turned to him. 'Why?'
Mma's voice was weak, nothing like how she used to talk.

'I'm so sorry for what you have gone through.'

'Not your fault na. Please buying me Five Alife, I not liking this yellow one again.'

'That's Lucozade, Doctor said it's recommended.'

'I not taking it again.'

'Ok.'

About thirty minutes later and Richard returned with a carton.

Mma stared at him. 'I telling you I wanting to opening shop?'

Richard smiled. 'What else do you need?'

Mma rolled her eyes. 'I wanting chicken before but the doctor saying the baby is flowing away so I will just eating bread.'

Richard felt a painful thud in his chest. 'I'm so sorry, Mma.'

Mma's eyes clouded over with warm liquid. She pressed down her lids and let them out. 'I liking to see how he will looking before,' she sobbed. 'I really liking to see but now...' She jerked into tears.

Richard sat on the bed and took her in his arms.

Glowstone:
More like Nollywood

I stated in the beginning that the story was written for entertainment, with no intention of it turning a full-fledged novel.
I'm glad it has been able to achieve that feat so far. Or were you not entertained? Oya saying it, let me hearing you

Frankenstein:
I don't think I will marry...

Don't tell me Mma died, cos I won't take that lightly... Danwrites.

Hello, Frank. Happy to see you here.

Please to you all threatening to crush and squash me in the case that Mma died, I want to assure you all that whether dead or alive, Mma will continue to thrill.

MhizEnkay:
Next episode.. And whats this talk about food, popcorn and stuff. I just arrived and I want my share.. #Big ups to Dan

Welcome, MhizEnkay.

EPISODE 31

Cynthia slammed her fist to the front door the second time.
She tried the bell again. Nothing.

She pounded the metal door again.

The handle turned and someone pulled it open from inside.

'What do you want?' Vanessa's face was devoid of any sign of familiarity.

Cynthia pushed her aside and walked into the room. 'All I've come for is an explanation.'

'Explanation of what?'

'This wickedness, what is in it for you? What do you stand to achieve?'

'Does that give you the right to barge into my house?'

'Vanessa!'

'Yes?'

'You are such an ungrateful bitch. After all I did for you, you could go this far to --'

Vanessa thrust an open palm forward. 'Hey, hush it right there! What and what did you do for me? What? You spend his money like it's yours and buy me useless gifts like I'm some sort of school girl to you!'

'What?'

'Yes, Cynthia, remember that afternoon, it was me, it was me he came for before you smiled your way into him, like you've always done!'

'Vanessa, what are you saying?

Vanessa turned to herself. 'I don't blame you. He's been but your puppet. Everything would have ended that night but, oh no, he is more concerned about making sure you are ok than seeing the picture the way it is.'

'Which night are you talking about?'

'The night at Chief's party. Ever wondered why you were the only one so stoned you didn't even know how you got into Chief's room?'

'Vanessa! You lured me to that party, you poured my wine and...you called Richard!'

Vanessa's lips curved in a wicked smile. 'Cynthia, this is not the first time you'd be taking what's rightly mine. You did it while we were in school? Charles, Obinna, you stole them from me. Have I not always kept quiet and left everything to God? But this time around I'm not ready to wait on the never-coming intervention of the almighty. I had to fight for what is mine.'

Cynthia shook her head, great puzzlement on her face. 'You are this evil?'

Vanessa gave a tiny snort. 'No, you are the evil one, bitch. You are the witch that had stood in the way of my happiness ever since I've known you. You have always been my nightmare, but this time around, I choose to say no.'

Cynthia's lips parted but no word came out. She shook her head, inhaled deeply and tried to pull her shattered pieces together. They seemed too far apart.

She didn't drive back home herself, she couldn't. She had to call SK, her mechanic, to come and drive her to Ikeja.

idu1:
The updates r too short.........

Each episode represent a scene, that's why.

Good afternoon, Everybody.
Episode 31 coming soon.

EPISODE 30

Cynthia dropped to the floor and shook Mma. No movement.

There was so much blood.

She tried to pull Mma up but she proved too heavy.

She shook her again and started to cry. 'I'm sorry.' She sniffled. 'I'm so sorry, sweet heart, please, wake up.'

Another shake. 'Please.' Another. 'Please, wake up, my dear.'

She heard noises at the sitting room. She wiped her eyes and ran out.

Richard stared at her with confusion. 'Hey, baby, your friend called me, what is the matter?'

Cynthia sniffled and wiped at her nose. 'Vanessa called you?'

Richard lowered his briefcase on the glass table. 'Yes, she said there's been a fight in the house and that I should hurry.'

'Oh my god.' Cynthia covered her face with one hand. Tears ran down her cheeks. 'I've been a fool. I've been such a big fool.'

'What?' Richard walked up to her. 'Hey, baby, what is it, stop crying.'
He made to hold her and she moved slightly away. 'I'm evil.'

Confusion and bafflement warred on Richard's face. 'Baby, what are you saying?'

Cynthia's fingers moved frantically through the air. 'I've killed her.'

'What?!'

'I killed her.' She waved toward the kitchen.

Richard pulled back his eyes and ran into the kitchen.
His scream of 'Oh my god' resounded through the entire space.

He appeared at the sitting room burdened with Mma's limp body, blood stains all over his exquisite suit.

Cynthia stared, tears steadily running down her face, ruining her make-up.

Richard turned briefly to her. 'You are monster!' He said this with near-movie theatrics.

Cynthia flopped down on the floor and pulled her shirt over her mouth. Richard's words, 'You are monster', rang in her head.

Costlybabe:
I just couldn't ignore this wonderful and hilarious story,Dan ,u are doing a great job,I can't speak in mma,s language cos my phone won't let me

Thanking you, Costlybabe, thanking you.

Essyydiamond:
*Smilingangel* I never knew angels frown.
Hey Danwrites nothing since then? Next it will be 'the end' designed in different colours.

No...when it's the end, you will know.

Essyydiamond:
*Smilingangel* I never knew angels frown.
Hey Danwrites nothing since then? Next it will be 'the end' designed in different colours.

No...when it'd the end, you will know.

EllaGold35:
Mma might loose d baby bt richard wnt send her back to her village
eerrrm dan...u didnt evn talk abt mma's family at d village..why na?

I did before. Will again soon.

Please bearing with me, everybody. Update will definitely come today.

Nice. I buy it.

seunviju:
Keeping up with the good working Dan

Thankd, Seunviju.

Essyydiamond:
Chai! Seeing it again,if I calling it suspension Danwrites will shouting my name. Oya Danwrites telling me wat 2 calling ds one now.

Heart attack

monimine:
Plsss ooo. DAN Nothing must happen to Mma oooooooooo.

I praying o.

Onemansquad:
Some women are great devils
luk @ wat cynthia did to a lady dat is also pregnant like her
mehn dis mma has sufered abg danwrites ntn shuld hapn 2 her o

Things like this happen.

daveben007:
Well i think MMA should die.
And i heard also that village spirits are very wicked too.
Vanessa and Cynthia are in for it.
DAN... I VOTE FOR A LITTLE TRAGEDY!!!!
GREAT WORK

Alive or dead, Mma will continue to thrill.

EPISODE 29

Mma did not get to the kitchen before the feelings started.

First it was prickly pain at the walls of her stomach, like the feel of tiny glass particles on soft skin.

She beat her belly lightly and thought probably she'd need to visit the toilet again.

But the itch-like feeling metamorphosed into something else.

All of a sudden, her lower abdomen began to burn. Red hot pain like burning coals on feet.

She let out a scream that frightened even the perpetrator of the wicked act herself.

Cynthia shuddered and ran up from the couch.

The bowl of dirty water fell from Mma's grip and water splashed all over the floor. She clutched the sides of the door to maintain balance but she was on the wet floor the same minute.

She felt a sudden wetness underneath her pant and soon her garment was soaked through with speedy gush of blood. She moaned and groaned, writhing this way and that in the pool of her own blood.

Cynthia threw her palm to her mouth. She was shivering.

She ran back to the sitting room and picked her phone. She was too hysterical and kept pressing the wrong keys.

Finally, Vanessa's voice came on.

'Oh my god, Vanessa what did you give to me?'

'You said she was just gonne bleed slightly like a minor flow or something.'

'What are you saying? She is on the floor in the kitchen turning in a large pool of blood.'

'What? What do you mean by that? Are you not supposed--'

Vanessa hung up.

Cynthia was dumbfounded.

She tried dialing her again but her number returned busy.

She dropped the phone and ran back to the kitchen.

Mma was now still on the floor, a great pool of blood around her like a halo.

Fatalveli:
Hey Dan, just spotted u online! I guess dats d definition of a noon update...

You caught me...

daveben007:
WELDONE DAN.....

YOU pass Prof. Wole Soyinka...


On behalf of the entire fan-crew of "The Village Girl" Prose-Dramatic Literature series, Mr. DAN aka DanWrites, We hereby CERTIFY YOU as the FIRST PROFESSOR in Literature on Nairaland. Please accept my hearty CONGRATULATION.



Please many LIKES.

Hahahahha. Award accepted. Thanks, Dave.

Please, I apologizing to everybody.

Sometimes the updates not coming as you wanting it to but is because I taking my time to follow the outline of the story to avoiding inconsistency.

Plaitex:
nothing must happen to mma o

Plaitex, praying o. Praying for Mma o

Kingso23:
*sharpening cutlass *If anything happening to Mma!!!, person head go rolling walahi!!!

Hahhahhaha

edogho:
i'm thinking, vanessa's plan is to kill mma through cynthia so she can have fine boy to herself. nice, devilish plan. Dan, come and updating o.

I doing it soon.

Iamzuna:
Oga dan writing welling done o. I cumin baq frm North and happying that fud is plentying welling. Infact i bring plentying 'irishing Potatoes' so we chipsing tins as we waiting more updating.

I relaxing because my Mma cannot dying and patapata worsing that happening Lichard putting anoda pikin in Mma belleying.

I hailing every1 daeing for house o. Please who go be-ing my Mma na? I needing my own Mma

Welcome, Iamzuna. We can now call our search party back.

SexySapphire:
We will accept it lik dat tonight buh nothing must happen to Mma o cos dis one dat she downed the drink once get as e be.

We'll see.

SexySapphire:
Yeah, I know dat's her motive. Killing Nma thereby sending Cynthia away and havin Mr as hers.

@DanWrites, I hope that's jst a part of the update cos I refuse to bliv dat's a full update.

Partial update

Fatalveli:
Dis update is short! Make it longer bro

It comes in episodes, Fatalveli, much more like scenes. That's the much for today, next episode tomorrow.

EPISODE 28

'Are you okay?' Cynthia asked as Mma returned to the table.

'I fine now. I just using the toilet.'

'Ok. Finish your food before it gets too cold.'

Mma stared at the soup as though she couldn't recognize what it was. 'I think I full already. I not eating again.'

Cynthia's eyes ran up at her. 'You are filled?'

'Yes.'

'So who will now finish the food?'

Mma wondered if she was upset. She had never known her to concern herself with who finished or did not finish her meal. She was the perfect picky eater herself: two or three spoons of rice and a few bites at the chicken and that's it.

It surprised Mma now that she was still at the table, still on a dish she wasn't familiar with.

Mma shook her head. 'I not eating again. I rushing and eating the food before and now it tighting my belle.'

'Oh ok. You can clear the table then.' Cynthia washed her hand.

Mma left with the dirty plates and she quickly poured a glass of juice and added the killer drop in it.

She swirled the yellow liquid in the glass and dropped it on the table.

Soon Mma was back at the table to carry the wash water.

'Take the juice,' Cynthia said, 'it will help your indigestion.'

'Thanking you, ma.' Mma picked the glass and downed all of it's contents in a single drink.

teamplayey:
*mma not eating again. #prophesy!

Hmmm

EPISODE 27

Mma set the table and called Madam.

Cynthia dropped her iPad and pulled out of the couch. She dragged to the table.

'Water for washing hand, ma.'

Cynthia opened the china containing soup. 'Are you sure I can eat this?'

'I suring you very well, ma. You eating it and licking your fingers.'

'Did you put that dark smelling stuff?'

'No, ma,' Mma lied.

'Thank Heavens.' Cynthia washed her hands, one hand actually. 'Are you not joining me?'

'I eating in the room, ma.'

'Why?'

'I liking to eating there.'

'Mma, the table is meant for dining, that's why it's called a dining table.'

'Ma?'

'You eat here not in the room.'

'Ok, ma.'

A moment later and Mma dropped her soup plate on the table and sat facing madam.

Cynthia glanced up at her. 'Why dish your food in those plates?'

'Ma?'

'Those are old dishes, we don't use them anymore.'

Mma did not understand; dish the verb and dishes the plural noun all seem very confusing. She said ok anyways.

Cynthia picked a lump of stock fish from her soup and threw into her mouth. 'The soup actually tastes nice.'

Mma smiled. 'I telling you before.'

The two pregnant women sat down quietly and enjoyed their meal.

Halfway in, Mma stood up. She beat her belly lightly.

'What is wrong with you?' Cynthia asked.

'My belle turning me. I think I going to toilet.'

Mma had been gone for a while when Cynthia's eyes flitted across the table and a thought came to her mind.

Perfect time -- she was almost sure she heard Vanessa's voice in her mind.

She held up her soup-soiled fingers still in the air for a while, mind busy with cogitation.

She finally rose and walked into the room.

A moment later she was back at the table. She stared at Mma's food, turning the bottle Vanessa had given in her hand.

Then, with one quick sudden motion, she let a drop of the purplish content of the bottle into Mma's soup.

FRED555:
OGA DAN PLEASE UPDATE. YOU HAVE ALREADY WET MY READING APITITE, NOW AM STARVING FOR YOUR UPDATE. PLEASE DO SOMETHING BEFORE SOMETHING DO ME.

it coming now