Sunday, 20 December 2015

Extract from Distorted View Page 300 & something copyright 2015 Constance Mutale

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?”
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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.

                                   


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