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For the Dream of 5 Years: Chapter Thirty-Three: Everyone Is Infuriated!

Dave organized how Lisa and the children would go to the village and stay with his mom until things settled between him and his wife. He had seen his wife leave with a much younger boy, probably the man she had hired to drive her home. He knew Michelle was not the type to cheat, let alone with a kid. However, he had seen as if Michelle hugged the young boy, but they were away from the gate, and he could not properly tell whether it was a suspicious or a genuine hug. Michelle also needed a hug because she was crying about being sent away. He did not allow such thoughts to control him. He had a lot on his mind, the crypto market was highly volatile, the elections were near, and he had turned his wife away. He wanted his children to experience none of that, so he focused on his profit margins in the crypto world. He wanted to have minimal interruptions from Michelle's latest drama. During that period, Freeman's appointee, Jude, and Amos were head to head according to the polls. Dave considered joining a rebel group and doing terrible things to Jude's supporters. He was frustrated to have his wife away and children back home. He needed to have his country and his house in order. He was a rebel by blood. He had rebelled from committing to Shanice despite his promise to make it right with her after five years. He would rebel against Jude's election if it happened, even if he did it alone. He had rebelled against Michelle's disrespect, even though he was the one who betrayed her first. Oh! He rebelled against his entire family when he chose Michelle years back. Stacy found Michelle's voice mail and tried calling her, but her phone was off. Stacy sent Michelle a message, "Hey girlfriend, I hope you enjoyed your time. Sorry I was unreachable. I had gone on a date. Call me when you get this message; I want all the tea!" She signed off with a winking emoji. She went on with her work, longing to hear how the night with Dan went. However, one thing kept bothering her; why did Michelle want to spend a night at her house? Was she dropped so late that she was afraid to go to her place? If so, did she manage to go, and what was Dave's reaction? If not, did she go back to Dan's place? Was she at home at the moment? Why was her phone off? She wondered. She wanted to call Dave, but she knew he disliked her with all he got. She knew Dave considered her a 'bad influence' on Michelle. She had his number, and Michelle had given it to her, just in case she needed to reach her and her phone was off. "Let me give her tonight; if she doesn't call back, I will go to her place in person," she said. "What is wrong with that woman? I already said she was not wife material for my son. All that those girls knew best to do, was business and look pretty. Nothing in them can make a wife, let alone a good mother. What crime did these children do to deserve such a mother?" Dave's mom asked, putting a sweater on Bianca. Lisa kept painting Michelle black, saying how she sleeps out, how she parties and comes home drunk, how she has neglected the children, and their constant fights with Dave. Dave's mom tried calling Dave, but he didn't pick up the phone. When he did, he was unlike Dave. "What do you want, mom? Do you want to send another woman my way? You sent Shanice and ruined my life. Now that you have sent Lisa, what do you want with me, mom?" He yelled in the middle of his sobs. "You have ruined my life. If it were not for your interference with my marriage, I would still have my sweet Michelle home, our love ever blazing. However, you don't like seeing me happy! Are you jealous of Michelle? Is it because I treat her well than Dad treated you? I am not a drunkard like your husband, and I don't beat my wife. She is a queen, but that doesn't sit well with you. I kept my life private from you, which itched you like a flea bite. You needed to place your spy in my house; I don't know what you want with my life, mom. I can't be like your husband! I can't be what you want me to be. I am an independent being. Stop spying on my life. Stop meddling in my affairs. I choose a Kikuyu, and a Kikuyu it will be. Don't force me on your preferred girls; I love Michelle. If not her, then nobody else. Mark my words," he said and hung. Dave's mom was astounded. Her jaw had dropped to the ground all this time his son was speaking. She did not recognize her son. He never talked back to her, questioned her decisions, or talked ill of his dad. He was the perfect son. He was nothing like Joan, who always spoke her mind. He was always polite and cautious with his words. Michelle had bewitched his son. She hated Michelle for making her son become that insensitive. She could not believe her ears. "What has she given to my son?" She sobbed. She went to the bedroom and locked herself inside, crying loudly. Lisa knocked on the door and called for her to open it, but she didn't. Dave continued crying; he was letting go of bottled-up feelings that had piled up his anger, negative emotions, and frustrations. He snivelled because there was no one to shy away from; he put his music on a blasting volume and cried loudly, lying on the carpet on the living room floor. He regretted talking like that to his mom. However, he felt those things needed to be said. He was not sorry for his words; he was sorry for how he said them and his tone. He cried until he felt better. He turned down his music, took a shower, fixed himself a sandwich, and headed out of the house. While outside, he called his mother and apologized for the tone and anger in his voice. He, however, told her that that was how he genuinely felt and that she should not meddle in his life. He told her he wanted to get Michelle back home because he was the one that pushed her away. Election campaigns were nothing different from the previous ones five years back. Boaz was looking for another contract in vain. He wanted to do a 'clean contract,' printing campaign materials like shirts and caps. He did not want anything to do with violence. It did not pay the last time because Dan messed up his plans. Somehow, he was happy Dan messed up his plans because he did not have anyone's blood on his hands. He would have regretted killing innocent people when it was apparent the elections would be rigged and that Freeman would have gotten the presidency anyway. This time he wanted something that would not stain his hands. He wanted something more sophisticated than just talking to random unemployed youths, if not printing the campaign materials, then participating in the general elections rigging. He had to get a cut from the national budget for the polls. He looked for connections, but all he got was that nobody wanted to work with him because he had a reputation for not fulfilling his end of the bargain. He looked for every manual job related to the elections but found none. Everyone turned him away and said he was a 'contract breacher.' Dan was doing it again, an A student, a city dweller, and a well-established young man. He was far away, but his actions still affected Boaz five years later. Not finding anything, Boaz opted for any kind of contract, bloody and dirty ones, but still, nobody wanted to hire him. His small gang was losing business. He decided to re-brand, but nothing worked. He tried to get into another gang, but nobody wanted him. He was mad! He wanted to skin Dan alive. He packed his bags and headed to the city. He would not hunt for money this time; he would hunt for Dan. Dan had to pay!

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