Aita Ben Able
Part 3 – The Hidden Treasure Revealed
Years passed, and the twins grew into lively children of ten. They had learned to work in the fields with their parents, though they often turned the chores into games. Their laughter rang through the forest of Mvepi like the songs of birds after rain.
Still, poverty clung to the family like a shadow. The hut leaked when it rained. The twins studied by the dim light of a kerosene lamp. Sometimes, Elizabeth would watch them sleeping on their small mats and her heart would ache.
Yet she never let despair take root. She remembered her vow: One day, God will bless this family.
By now, John’s secret wealth had grown beyond what anyone in the village could imagine. The house he had purchased in the city stood ready, clean and beautiful. The car gleamed like a jewel under the sun.
But John did not rush. He wanted the moment of revelation to be more than just about wealth. He wanted it to be a testimony—a story that would teach the people of Mvepi about love, faith, and patience.
He watched Elizabeth closely. She was still the same woman he had married—humble, loyal, and full of faith. He knew the time was near.
One night, as John lay awake under the thatched roof of their hut, he felt a stirring in his heart. It was as if God Himself whispered to him:
“Son, the time has come. Show your wife the fruit of her faith. Let the world know that I bless those who wait patiently.”
John sat up, tears in his eyes. He touched Elizabeth’s hand as she slept beside him and whispered, “You will smile like a queen very soon.”
A week later, John told Elizabeth, “Tomorrow we will go to the city. I want you and the children to see something.”
Elizabeth was puzzled. They rarely went to the city, and when they did, it was only for market errands. But she trusted her husband.
At dawn, he asked her to dress in her best clothes. She chose her simple but clean dress, patched but neat. She dressed the twins in their finest as well, smoothing their hair with oil.
The villagers watched curiously as the family set off. Some whispered, “Where are they going in such pride, dressed like that?” Others mocked, “Perhaps John has finally found a job carrying loads in the city.”
Elizabeth ignored the voices. She held her children’s hands and walked with quiet dignity beside her husband.
When they reached the city, John led them not to the market but to a quiet street lined with tall trees and fine houses. Elizabeth’s eyes widened. She had never walked in such a place before.
Then John stopped in front of a large, beautiful house with freshly painted walls, a garden in front, and windows that shone in the sun.
Elizabeth gasped. “John… this house… why are we here?”
John reached into his pocket, pulled out a key, and placed it in her hand.
“This house is ours, Elizabeth. For many years I have saved, planned, and prayed. Today I bring you here to tell you that your faith has not been in vain.”
Elizabeth trembled, tears spilling from her eyes. The twins ran around the yard, laughing with joy, shouting, “This is our home! This is our home!”
Elizabeth fell to her knees on the doorstep and lifted her hands to heaven. “Lord, You are faithful! I believed, and You have answered!”
But John was not done. He led them to the back of the house where a brand-new car stood, shining like a hidden treasure revealed.
Elizabeth covered her mouth with her hands. “John… how? When?”
John smiled. “For years I lived simply, saving little by little. I wanted to know if love could stand without wealth. And you, Elizabeth, stood firm. You never wavered. Now, I reveal what was hidden. From this day, your suffering is over.”
Elizabeth embraced him, sobbing with joy. The twins touched the car with wide eyes, as if it were a magical creature from a dream.
News spread quickly. By the time they returned to Mvepi to collect their belongings, the village was buzzing.
“Did you hear? John bought a house in the city!”
“They say he has a car!”
“Impossible! That poor man?”
People gathered at their hut, curious and ashamed. The same relatives who once mocked Elizabeth now tried to smile and speak sweetly.
“Oh, Elizabeth,” they said, “we always knew John was a wise man. You are truly blessed!”
But John saw through them. He had already understood the nature of people—how they draw close to the flame of wealth like moths, not out of love but out of greed. He remained polite, but his heart stayed guarded.
Elizabeth, however, simply lifted her chin with quiet dignity. She did not gloat. She did not remind anyone of their past words. She only said, “God has done this. Let all the glory be His.”
That evening, as the sun set over the forest of Mvepi, Elizabeth stood outside their hut one last time. She remembered the years of hunger, the tears, the prayers, and the whispers of doubt.
She also remembered the laughter of her twins, the kindness of her husband, and the quiet nights of faith.
Turning to John, she said, “Our story will be told for generations. It will be said that Elizabeth loved John when he was poor, and God lifted them both to honor.”
John took her hand, and together with their twins, they walked into a new chapter of life—one not built on riches alone but on love, patience, and unwavering faith….
Part III is next
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