A Dirty Game

Chapter Fifteen

109 Fifteen e wasn’t long without a girlfriend. His personality, social comportment and his financial ability made him a figure of attention. That is the reason he had a beautiful lady in the area he resided. Katrine Dasi had just broken out from a relationship. When it happened, she met with Kennedy in a shop and they exchanged telephone numbers. That was the beginning of their relationship. Katrine was a Cameroonian too. She had been living in Germany for three years. She was beautiful and was also a tall figure of attraction. She wasn’t the type of girl for men to stop easily. She thought age was working on her and was hoping to get married soon. On his part, Kennedy was not the rushing type on that and thought that it was too early to do so. That alone was giving them bitter faces. * * * * Some three weeks later, Kennedy was expecting his father. They were not on good terms that early morning as they sat for tea because they had some hard words in the night. Back home, he would throw away any girl who gave him the least headache. He made it clear to her. That was the reason she would shout but later calm down. They picked his father from Düsseldorf International Airport later that day. He was exhausted. From the airport to his apartment, father and son discussed nothing about money except the little discussion about the family. They spent the day together with Katy, but she didn’t spend the night there with them. She went to her place and would be back early the next day. Mayor Foti didn’t find the western world too strange. He had visited many countries in Europe during his days as head coach of a first division football club. During this time, H 110 he resigned because a huge sum of money disappeared from the coffers, and he was heavily accused. Katy came early in the morning and was in the kitchen making tea and some eggs for breakfast while Kennedy and his father waited while discussing. ‘I hope she is a good housewife,’ asked Foti in a mumble voice. ‘It’s not long since I knew her.’ ‘You can tell just for this short while. Don’t trade with those that betray. Have you told her why I am here?’ ‘No, I haven’t said anything to her. Why should I?’ ‘Women are beautiful but dangerous things. They can make the lowest things to rise and at the same time the highest things to fall. You have to trade with a woman only with your face but not with your heart.’ ‘I know, Dad.’ ‘Good then.’ Katy heard but didn’t understand all they were discussing. She entered from the kitchen with a tray of tea cups, spoons, and napkins. ‘Oh, my beautiful daughter,’ said Foti. ‘Is this how you’ve been comforting my son?’ When he said so, he laughed and soothed Katy’s hair as she was placing the saucers on the table. She looked at Ken and thrust her tongue as if she doubted her way of setting the table. She smiled and dashed back to the kitchen with gay steps. Foti was sandwiching his bread. He wanted to finish and knuckle immediately on business. He was becoming impatient. The more, he left the council for his deputy to control and was supposed to go back home so fast. Breakfast was over. Katy was away for some minutes. Foti’s hand suddenly supported his head. He looked into his son’s eyes. ‘Now tell me,’ he said. ‘What are the developments?’ 111 ‘They granted my application for asylum as I told you on the phone, and I have just established a bank account.’ ‘Which banking institution is it?’ ‘It is Multiple Interest Bank which is MIB.’ ‘Is it ready now for money to enter from home?’ ‘Yes.’ Foti looked down on the floor without any precision. His eyes and mouth fumbled in an unsynchronised manner. ‘Yeah,’ he motioned his head. ‘We have to direct Kingsley now to push some money into it without any delay. The rest will come gradually… or what do you think?’ ‘That is the point.’ ‘Is there any restriction on withdrawal?’ ‘As I know, all banks allow for withdrawals.’ ‘Kennedy, you are not a child. You should have made good findings. You have to be...