Wafner
was in the queue buying groceries when she got the call. What was going on?
What was Vil being arrested for? She left the trolley in the queue and rushed
out of the shop. She tried his number but it was off. She hurried to the
parking lot and entered her vehicle and then she drove to the house in a panic
state but there was no one, when she got there. The house was open but deserted.
His car was in the carport. He was not lying, she realised as she saw the outdoor tools he’d been working
with, sprawl on the nearby lawn. She locked
the house and phoned a lawyer that Vil had been dealing with over the past few months,
whilst he was prospecting to buy a new business.
“My
husband has been arrested.” She said after a quick greeting.
“What
for?”
“I don’t
know yet.”
“Is it a
criminal matter?”
“Yes,”
She paused for a moment. “I think so.”
“Ms. Dfny,
you just caught me at the airport. Am going away for my festive holidays, with
my family. As you can see, its Christmas
eve...”
“Yes.” She
cut in and that was the reason she too was doing her last minute shopping.
“Call my
friend on this number. He deals with criminal matters.”
He said
calling out the number.
She
quickly wrote it down in her dairy and then Wafner called it out to him again.
“Yes, it
is correct.” She heard him speak.
She
thanked him and then she put the phone down. She was not going to let down her
husband, as she frantically dialled the number she had just written down, but
it was off.
“Nooooo...”
She yelled whilst sobbing. “Nooooo…” and going on her knees as she did so feeling
nauseated. “Nooooo….”
Catch
your breath, she spoke to herself whilst on her knees with her forearms on the
ground too. They can’t just arrest your husband for nothing; he must have done
something wrong. After a few minutes she got up from the floor and unlocked the
house, she entered the house and ran to the bedroom. She washed her hot face,
watching as the water rolled down her face and then she pulled a facecloth and
wiped the water off. She took a deep breath and dialled the number again. This
time there was a response.
“Good
afternoon.”
“Good
afternoon, sir. I just got your number from the attorney, Mr. Voose, a few minutes
ago. He is going away on holiday. He said I could speak with you.” She spoke
hurriedly, trying to get to the point.
“Yes? And
who are you?”
“I am Ms.
Dfny. Wafner Dfny.”
“Okay,
Ms. Dfny, I am just on my way to a Christmas office function at one of our big clients.
I’m coming from court, do you mind calling me later?”
“No. I
mean yes…” She spoke hysterically. She
could not afford to let her husband down, and he was counting on her. “I am
sorry, my husband has been arrested.”
“When? How
did that happen?” He paused for a moment. “Who is your husband?”
“They
picked him up from home. I was not here.”
“What is the charge? A traffic fine? Unpaid
traffic fine?”
“Who is
your husband?” She heard him ask again.
“Vil. Vil
Dfny. He is a client of Mr.Voose.” She paused for a moment. “No. I think it is
more serious.”
“What is
it?”
{line with held...holding you in suspense:-)}
He was
quiet for a moment; any other woman would be happy, that her cheating husband would
rot in jail, whilst she perhaps takes over the reins and lives happily on his
hard work for some time.
“Give me
the details, case number…?”
“I don’t
know it.” She heard him speaking from his moving motor vehicle.
“My I
kindly ask you to just go and find out what is going on? Once you have all the
details, even if it is midnight, you have my word, I’ll take your call. Like I
said am driving to a function right now as we speak.”
“Okay.
Thank you.” She responded ending the call and grabbing her car keys. She rushed
out through the door. She had invited her cousin to come over for Christmas
lunch she recalled whilst hurrying to the carport. The
lunch, tomorrow, she recalled. It was already late afternoon. What was she
going to do?
She got
into the car and started the engine with only one thought; to get to the local
police station.
