Susan ekerete - Season 2 - Episode 8

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Susan ekerete - Season 2 - Episode 8

There was a smothered sound of shock from the direction of the kitchen and Grace dropped her hands and noticed a furtive movement as she turned around to find the source of the noise. The maid quickly retracted her head from where she had been eavesdropping and scurried back into the kitchen, choking on laughter.

The security guard stood opposite his madam, trying to keep a straight face as his emotions ranged from disgust to amusement with the realization that his elderly madam had been sleeping with Mr Asuquo Udodiong, who was apparently only interested in her money and the comforts of her home.

He watched as the woman snapped a finger after the disappearing maid and then paced across the living room, biting her lower lip and beating her chest. After a long minute which he spent shuffling his feet and scratching his head, he decided to speak up again. “Em… madam, wetin we go do now? As the police dey come?” He asked hesitantly.

She glared at him for a moment, then hissed venomously and stalked past him, almost pushing him down with her ample backside. He followed her at a safe distance till she reached the gate and angrily flung the huge bolts on the metal sheets back.

When the gates opened, there was a squadron of uniformed and plainclothes policemen standing outside.

They looked as startled as the security guard. Grace folded her arms and ran a contemptuous eye over the group of men, her gaze finally resting on the van they had driven to the gates of the house.

She craned her neck, gratified to see Asuquo lying in the back of the vehicle, semi-conscious, and his eyelids fluttering as two policemen crouched over him.

She glared at him, a part of her annoyed at the fact that he was still alive after the collapse her guard had reported.

“This is where that con-man Asuquo Udodiong has been hiding out, yes.” Grace informed Samson Udofia and his men without any prompting. “And I guess I am his latest gullible victim who inadvertently housed, fed, wifed, mothered and grandmothered him while he was in hiding. Can you people please do me a favour and get his car, belongings and spoilt brat out of my house? Thank you!”
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When Michael’s Honda screeched to a stop in front of Mrs Grace Udeme Okon’s house a few minutes later, they found Cherish waiting in the police jeep, arms folded.

Susan pulled her daughter into her arms and hugged her tightly, tears sliding down her cheeks as she thanked God for the safe return of her child. Michael watched them both, his chest filled with deep emotion. He would make sure no one ever hurt them again, if Susan would let him.

When Susan pulled away, Cherish asked her mother a question which made every adult, with the exception of her father’s lover, gasp in shock and begin to laugh.

“Mummy, can we go home and eat your jollof rice now? Aunty Grace’s rice was even worse than Ghanaian jollof rice.”