Dysfunctional Family - Season 1 - Episode 26

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Dysfunctional Family - Season 1 - Episode 26

~Everybody has a tale to tell~

How Juliet ended up pregnant was quite complicated and she didn’t even know where to begin from so she decided to play dumb and insist the baby was Donald’s. She even went as far as shedding crocodile tears.
“Are you indirectly accusing me of being adulterous, Donald?”

“I didn’t say that, Juliet, so quit putting words in my mouth,” argued an upset Donald.

Juliet sniffed. “Then who are you suggesting knocked me up if not you?”

“You tell me.”
“You know what,” she wiped her tears in frustration and got out of bed. “I can’t believe you’re acting this immature! Screw you, Donald.”

She grabbed her car keys and adjusted her robe while Donald silently watched. She later wore nice slippers and was hurrying out of the room when Donald mocked, “Going to pay your baby daddy a visit? You might as well tell him how busted you are..In fact, I reckon he starts looking for a place for you to move into.”

Juliet shot her husband a spiteful look and flashed him her middle finger. “F--k you, Donald Musongo.” All Donald could do was laugh.

Meanwhile Juliet rushed to her car and got in. She hit the steering wheel in anger multiple times, not caring that she was hooting in the process.

Was Donald playing mind games with her or something? Was this what they call reverse psychology? Well, she wasn’t going to let him break her.

Meanwhile inside the house, Donald got out of bed and stood before the mirror, something he rarely did. He looked at his 49-year-old reflection in the mirror and wondered if he was a bad man for keeping such a huge secret from his wife for so many years.

FLASHBACK…
Donald was sweating like a pig as he sat in the doctor’s office awaiting his lab results. When the results were finally given to him and he took one single glance at them, a tear dropped down his face. He had prostate cancer.

As the male doctor apologized and told him about his cancer and how it could be treated through surgery, Donald’s focus wandered off and all he could think about were the consequences. Infertility being one of them. He had two children already but would have loved to have more. This cancer had just shattered everything for him.

The doctor was saying, “…we can begin the procedure as soon as possible. We ought to be grateful the cancer is in it’s early stage so-”

Donald abruptly sprang to his feet and left, leaving the concerned doctor calling his name.
Not to worry, Donald wouldn’t do something stupid. He wasn’t suicidal as he loved his life way too much and he was even grateful to the heavens it’s only prostate cancer that he’d been diagnosed with. People have worser diseases like leukaemia, a brain tumour, bone or blood cancer and the likes. He was going to fight this.

“Alone,” he decided as he drove home. He didn’t want to worry Juliet as she could tend to make a fuss about certain things. She was his wife quite alright and had every right to know everything about him but due to reasons only known to himself, he knew he’d be unable to tell her lest she makes him feel more sick than he was.
“How did the test go?” She asked as soon as he arrived home.

“Fine,” he lied and kissed her.
Juliet frowned. “Fine? That doesn’t explain you having trouble urinating or ejaculating, does it?”

“It’s nothing to worry about, Juliet. It’s just stress and as a doctor myself, I’m telling you I’ll be fine in no time. And don’t you worry, I don’t have any STD.”

She had been worried he had one but her faith in Donald had convinced her otherwise. He wasn’t the “cheating” type so she relaxed and kissed him too. “Thank God! I feared the worst…”

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At the bar and quite tipsy after all the several drinks he had had, Amos finally mustered the courage to approach the notorious gang of three seated at a reserved table. There were two vacant seats so Amos staggered his way there and said, “Can I take a seat?”

The only female in the gang shot him a disgusted look. She had piercings and tattoos all over her body. “Are you talking to us, punk?”

“Yeah.”
“What do you want?” Asked one of the scariest looking guys Amos had ever la!d eyes on.

Amos played brave. “To talk..and join you guys.” he swallowed. “Join your gang.”
“Do you know us or what we do?” Asked the other guy. “Buddy, if you love your teeth I reckon you bounce and kick rocks right away before I mop the floor with your sorry face!”
“Easy..yoh,” the female intervened. “He’s got balls, I like him.”
“Here we go again,” the scary guy rolled his eyes in a girly way and gulped his drink.

Amos sat after the female gave him a go ahead. Two hours later, he found himself getting a tattoo on his arm and getting his left ear pierced. The female whose name was Lily stood in the doorway smiling, she’d finally scooped herself some eye candy. She was going to groom Amos just the way she liked them and make him her lover.. Just the mere thought of all the fun she was going to have with him made her stomach jitter.

On the other hand Amos had second thoughts about what he was doing but knew too well bailing out at this juncture would prove to be lethal. He was already in too deep. Anyway, his plan was to make some cash and then bail. Things couldn’t go wrong, could they?
For his first job, Lubesha had to go to Chisamba where an accident had just occured a few minutes back. When he arrived in Chisamba by van, the company’s van, he rushed to the accident scene where a Juldan bus was flipped over and there was blood, debris from the bus and torn clothes and flesh lying everywhere. Other news agencies were on their way so he hurriedly flashed his Identity card to the police and took pictures. He later interviewed some onlookers.

Surprisingly the following morning, his report made headlines. Slowly, people were beginning to know his name.
Lubesha Pondamali, reporting.
It was so exhilarating to seat in his apartment and stare at the newspaper, at his words, while sipping on coffee. Things were finally happening. Bit by Bit.

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“This w---e,” mumbled an angry Juliet as she tried David’s line for the hundredth time in a few minutes and her call went unanswered once again. This forced her to text him, threatening to go running to his wife and telling her about their relationship.

David who had been ignoring Juliet’s calls on purpose texted her back saying they should meet. He sent her the address.
“Where are you going?” Chanda asked him. “This late?”

“I just recalled there’s something I have to take care of at the office, sweetheart. I’ll be back within an hour..I promise.”
“Alright,” she kissed his lips. “Drive safely. I love you.”

“I love you more.”
Without changing his pyjamas, David grabbed his car keys and left.
He felt immensely guilty for cheating on a woman as understanding and loyal as Chanda was. It baffled him how a woman could dedicate her life to an infertile man. When David arrived at the agreed spot, he found Juliet’s car already parked there. He parked his besides hers and got out, so did she.
“What’s so urgent that you had to drag me out of my cosy house this late?”

“You think am happy being here, David?” She too sounded just as impatient as him so she didn’t bother beat around the bush. “I’m pregnant.”

“What a bluff..shouldn’t you be telling Donald?”

“I told him but it’s only right that I tell the rightful father, isn’t it?”
“Lady, I don’t know what you’re playing at but please leave me out of this. We only slept with each other once, remember?”
“Yeah, and it takes once to fall pregnant.”
“Not when you use protection,” David retorted. “We used a condom, Juliet.”
“Who says condoms offer full protection?” Juliet argued. She was desperate.
David on the other hand was confused and wished for one second the child was truly his but being a doctor himself and a staunch believer of Science, he knew his sperm count was too low and weak to produce a baby. A certified medical doctor had told him that never in his life would he have a child.
“I’m not supposed to be telling you this,” he told Juliet. “But you’ve left me with no other choice so here we go… I’m infertile, Juliet.”

Juliet felt like a bomb had just been dropped on her.
David said, “So clearly that baby isn’t mine. Go home and convince your husband he’s the father.” he pecked her cheek and added as he got into his car, “I only hope you do know the father.”
Juliet arrived home in shock and went straight to the bedroom where she found Donald wide awake.
“So, you found the father? What’d he say?”
“I went to clear my head, Donald. And am telling you for the last time that you’re the father.”

“Really?” he scoffed, getting out of bed and taking his medical reports from the drawer. Juliet had been gone long enough for him to drive to the hospital and bring home his reports which he now handed to Juliet. “I hope you’ve not lost your ability to read as you’ve lost the truth telling one.”
“You lied to me!” Juliet exploded. “You had prostate cancer and have kept this a secret for so many years? How could you?”
“I accept I was wrong but unlike you I don’t screw people am not married to so start talking before I kill you, Juliet. Cause I swear I will if you don’t talk.”

His eyes told her he was angry enough to commit murder.

She sighed and tears fell. Inwardly, she said, ‘This is going to be embarrassing.’