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He asked me to follow him into the house while waiting for the table to be set.

The house wasn't as big as mine but the furniture was great. I could see a large portrait on the wall and it was visible for anyone going in to realize it as soon as they entered the house.

It was the portrait of a beautiful woman and she had a radiant smile that illuminated the whole room.

"That must be his wife", I spoke in my mind not wanting to ask any question do ad not to make him feel sad about the memories he's trying to forget.

There was a large table at the side of the house with chairs beautifully made to suit it. On the other side, I could see a comfortable sofa and I imagined that it was for the old man because the sofa looks like the one we have in my house that was bought for my Grandma.

That was because she had difficulties sleeping in her room on the bed and the sofa was perfect as it supported her back from hurting.

The man showed her a seat to sit down and to feel comfortable.

" Do you gave other kids?", She asked as she made herself comfortable.

The man sat down quiet for sometime then he replied,

"I had three children and one passed away in an auto crash with his mom". He spoke with so much sadness on his face.

Melanie felt so bad for asking that question and she couldn't hold herself anymore as she was so guilty for arousing painful memories that he was trying to forget.

" I am so sorry Sir but I think I will take my leave now", She said.

"Not at all, you don't have to be sorry and it is normal for you to ask my daughter". He went on.

Mr. Johnson didn't have anything against her and he had gotten used to the fact that he will never see his wife nor his son again.

" He was the kid bridge of Mikayla hence the last", he added.

*** His mother was to go to the next town Buea to visit her junior sister who had put to birth to a beautiful baby girl.

I couldn't go with them as I had a lot of work to do so I asked her to go instead and I was going to put a call across to her.

My eldest son was in school so was Mikayla too but Jason was the most fragile of all my children and he couldn't stay away from his mother not even for a second.

He was just right years old and we went to his school and took permission for him to go with his mother.

They left for Buea that faithful day march 26th and they both never returned. I received a call asking me to come to the Mutengene general hospital to identify the bodies of my wife and my son.

I couldn't believe my ears and I dropped down the phone in shock. I left everything I was doing and a friend accompanied me to the southwest while I hoped and prayed that it was a mistake.

I rang her phone severally ad well as her sister's phone but no one answered me. When I got to the hospital I saw her elder sister sweeping bitterly but I still didn't believe it could be true.

I walked into the mortuary as one of the nurses took me only to identify my wife's corpse with my son.

Their vehicle had a collision with a truck transporting gravel and no one survived that ghastly incident****.

That was how I lost my wife and my son and I brought up my kids alone without wanting to remarry.

"She had cried all the tears from her torso, after listening to the man's devastating story.

" I am so sorry for your loss and do accept my sincere condolences", She cried out.

As they were in that sad mood, Mikayla came in to tell them that dinner was served.

"I don't think I have any appetite left to eat ", She said sadly.

"You have to eat something Melanie, you shared your story with me so I did the same. Besides, no one comes to my house and goes without eating", He chuckled.

" Okay, I will a little", She responded.

They left for the dining and Mikayla served them and served herself after that. As they were about to est, Someone knocked on the door.

"I will get the door", Mikayla said as she got up and walked towards the door.

Melanie had started eating and she seems to like the food so much. She took up her head to ask Mikayla how to make such a delicious meal when she saw a handsome and tall young man walking into the living room.

He was twice her height and his dark complexion was wowed. He was carved like a Russian God with dark eyes and soft oxblood-colored lips.

His body was well built with muscles all over. He had a broad chest with big fine breasts strongly worked out in a gym.

His abs were well structured and his thighs were as stiff as wood. He looked dirty covered with so much dust like he was from the desert and needed to shower.

He approached us gently and Mikayla closed the door from behind.

" Good evening father", He said in a deep voice.

"Welcome my son", Mr. Johnson replied.

He completely ignored the fact that there was another person on the table when he turned to leave and his father called out,

" Tristan didn't you see a guest in our home?.

He turned back and gave me a spiteful look and said, "You are welcome to guest". And he left immediately.

She was devastated as to how a fine young man could have such a disgusting character.

"I apologize on his behalf he is not very friendly with people he doesn't know. Well that is my son Tristan Johnson". He said.

She smiled back at him and then took out her phone again to see who it was that was calling again.