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CHAPTER 5

"Sweetheart, I'll be going to see Vivian today. We have some things to talk about." Susan said and kissed him on the forehead the following morning. "Good morning my love."

"Good morning to you too." He responded yawning. "Vivian? Andrew's wife?"

Susan nodded.

"You're dressed already." He observed.

Susan nodded again. "You were tired."

"Susan! You're trying to get me fired when I haven't even started. What's the time abeg?" David said throwing away the covers, scrambling out of bed.

"10am." Susan responded.

"Haa!" David exclaimed grabbing his towel which was hung on the door and racing into the bathroom.

Susan chuckled mischievously.

"There's no water running here baby. Why?" He said from the bathroom.

"I don't know. I think I finished the water." I'll be going now. When you're done with your drama, check your text message inbox." She said and closed the door behind her.

David walked out with his towel wrapped around his waist and picked his phone. He had two missed and a received call from Andrew. Susan had already read a text message stating that the whole of COLE Consolidated would mourn Frank Otor for a whole week starting from that day. He shook his head. "I'll get Susan for this." He placed a call to Andrew.

***

She alighted from the cab and the door of the Limousine was opened for her by a rather handsome driver. He saluted as she stepped in. Vivian looked even more beautiful than the day before and she was dressed in an exquisitely designed long gown with slit running the length of her right leg up to her thigh. She had her legs crossed holding a half-filled cup of wine. A bottle of CIROC stood opened in the mini bar which has been installed in the car. Susan wore just a mini-gown and a pair of loafers with her hair cropped into a bun on top her head. Vivian gave her a smile as she entered the car and the door shut immediately. She felt the car start to move.

"How's David doing? Vivian asked.

"He's fine. Sorry about Frank's death." Susan said.

"His family needs the condolence more not the compnay. Too bad what's done has been done."

"He was a fine artiste." Susan said.

"By fine, you mean by talent of looks?" Vivian asked with a smile.

"Both."

"I agree." Vivian said. "So has David said anything about your job? Are you still going to continue with it?"

"He doesn't want me to continue actually. He says he's going to be making more than enough money so there's no need."

"Most of the wives of the company employees don't work." Vivan said.

"Is it like a policy or something?"

"No. What is the need really? Their husbands make more than they should and they're all millionaires."

"I see. But I really don't want to sit at home all day doing nothing." Susan said.

Vivian chuckled. "I bet you'll see no reason to continue with your job after a year."

Susan smiled.

"When is your wedding?" Vivian asked.

"David wants it at the end of this week when we would have moved into the house but I haven't gotten word from my father. He hasn't learned of David's new job. He doesn't like David much."

"Why?" Vivian asked. "He's a fine young man."

"He always wanted me to marry a rich man and all of that."

"David is now a rich man now." Susan responded smiling.

"Yeah right. Maybe he's gonna like him now." Susan said.

"He definitely will. Have you given a thought to having kids after your wedding?" Vivian asked her.

"Not really. But we sure will put a resonable time to planning before having kids. What's the rush about? We're both 24. Only David's mum is always dreaming about a house full of kods running around a huge country home." Susan responded laughing. "Very funny woman."

"She's right. Have the kids pretty quickly and enjoy your money."

"We'll give it a thought." Susan responded and the continied the ride in silence.

***
He had never seen a coffin so expensive-looking in his life. It looked too beautiful to be buried in the ground till eternity. But then it was Frank Otor's burial. It had to be the best of the best. The undertakers were out of this world. They were accompanied by young 'sexy' female models who threw roses on the ground as the procession moved from inside the church to the church's burial ground not too far from the church. The biggest people attended the burial. Every musician and actor came including all members of staff of COLE Consolidated. The best cars were used and even the presiding priest, one of the most respected. Fans were not left out either and everybody looked sad. So many people had cried their eyes out including Susan. That would be the second burial service he would attend after his father's own. At his father's burial, it was only him, his mother, a distant cousin of his who was living with them and some priests. The thought made him cry that he vowed never to attend any burial for as long as he lived except his mother's if he lived long enough to bury her. He had kept his vow for 17 years and Frank Otor's burial was different. It was more like a duty. An official one. Frank was part of the family he just joined so it's an obligation for him. No questions about that.

Angela was in the midst of her celebrity colleagues and obviously had cried her eyes out. No one looked differently. Tears flowed freely while although some people might be glad but no one showed it. Nathaniel and Andrew Cole and every other top executive at COLE Consolidated were present with their wives. The church was filled to the brim and a federal road was closed for the procession to take place. The dust to dust service took a long while as lots of people wanted to pour dust on the coffin. The state's police department had a hard time maintaining order. Frank's body was laid to rest and everybody got into their cars and left.

Newspapers and magazines made huge sales the following day and for the rest of that week with different headlines and photo captions. Frank's mother who had vehemently insisted that her son should be buried soonest was labeled as a conspirator in his death. In the woman's words "My son's body will not be a specimen for practicals. I want him buried soon. He died a celebrity, his corpse should be treated as such and not to be subjected to chemical and biological tests. I don't care who or what killed him, we leave that to God to judge." David felt nothing but pity for the poor woman. He shifted his attention from all the hoolabaloo surrounding Frank Otor and focused on his first official week as the Chief IT Manager at COLE Consolidated.

He and Susan moved into their new house during the week. A duplex of 6 rooms with a spacious enough car-park to contain two of his Mercedes. It had a grass lawn and the flower beds were excellent. It was all he never dreamed to own and the house cost them Ten Million. The company made good its promise. Half of the money was paid which means David only had five million to pay for as long as he wished. Susan picked out all the furnitures and decor except the one in David's personal study. Susan insisted they installed a bed in the study. "A baby made in the study would grow up to be smart." She said.

"Are you this superstitious?" David asked.

"No. Just to convince you to put a bed there."

"Fine. You can put a bed there. A really strong one you know." David said and they both burst into laughter.

Dyoungstar: The content of this literary work solely belongs to me. Some of the persons and location used herein are real while some are fictitious, if it in any way speak ill of you accept my unreserved apology, I promise that everything I shall indite here shall be nothing but the truth, so help me God, Amen.

It's a short story on EBOLA a.k.a Ebony State Virus.

I am not an English inclined person so pardon my errors, typos and correct me where necessary, from punctuations to grammatical blunders, thanks and be blessed as you read.[/b]

I have no problem with the story but the part in bold. What's with the self-criticsm. That's a very wrong thing to say as a writer. Switch to Hausa or Yoruba Language or any other language you are more inclined towards then because you have no business writing in English Language. If you're going to get criticsm don't start by yourself, let your readers do it.