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Life after wedding (belina season 2) episode 14

Episode 14

That Wednesday seemed to be the longest day of

my life. Everything had happened all at once. I

hadn’t spent one minute with Richard when he

left. I knew he wouldn’t let a man die, no matter

what the person had done. I hadn’t said anything

when he picked up his stethoscope and headed out.

I had said the only thing that came to my mouth:

‘I love you Richard, no one else but you’. He had

nodded and left without turning back.

I placed my hand on my belly, feeling the life

growing in me. I smiled and maybe the baby wanted

to confirm his presence because I had an instant

urge to throw up. I ran to Richard’s office toilet

and emptied my tummy. I started feeling dizzy and

nausea.

I lay on the couch, feeling slightly light-headed. It

didn’t take long before I slipped into the wonderful

comfort of sleep, forgetting all the troubles around

me.

**********

**********

Prisca watched closely as Oyinade shifted

uncomfortably from one foot to the other. She

knew that the lady before her hadn’t seen her in

the hotel when she was dressed like a whore. She

also hadn’t looked at her face when they bumped

into each other. She had been too furious to even

spare her a glance. Prisca wondered what her

function was in the hospital as she sat down

comfortably, intimidating the young lady with her

presence.

“How can I help you ma’am?” Oyinade asked,

gathering her shattered confidence. She had heard

many things about the woman who sat on the

chair, facing her. Her beauty has been a subject of

public debate, just like Belina; and having her sit

in her office should be a pleasure. One other thing

had been publicly acknowledged though: the fact

that Prisca ought to be a detective. She could draw

out the truth from you with only a glance. She

shared almost the same personality with Belina. One

thing is different though: Belina could pretend

that she possessed no emotions at all but you can

play on her emotions easily. You only need to touch

a vulnerable part of her; Richard to be precise, and

you have her in your grasp. Prisca, on the other

hand, knows how to keep emotions at bay and see

beyond the facial façade of her opponent. She can

be very dangerous if she sets out to be.

“Why don’t you sit down, you look like you might

fall over anytime now” Prisca said with a pleasant

smile playing on her face. Oyinade wanted to pursue

that statement but decided against it. She sat

down on her chair with charisma which made Prisca

laugh out, leaving Oyinade confused. Prisca sat the

tag on her suit.

“Oyinade right?” she asked and Oyin nodded.

“Great. I am sure you know who I am but if not, I

am Prisca Williams. I would go straight to the point

and I hope you would not waste my time. What is

your mission in the hospital?”

Oyinade was taken aback. “I don’t know what you

are talking about” she said feigning innocence.

Prisca smiled, stood up and paced slowly. “Nice try

dear. You know? it is not often that I get to see

harlots occupying the post of a doctor in a hospital

as big and highly organized as BRH; care to tell me

what you are really doing here?”

Oyinade shot up. “Are you insulting me ma’am?”

she asked angrily, her veins coming to view.

Prisca grinned. “For once, I thought you were

totally incapable of anger. To answer your question,

no. I was merely asking a question, but it seems I

struck a nerve, so tell me: are you a harlot?” Prisca

sat down back.

Oyinade was practically foaming. “I am afraid I

would have to ask you to leave ma’am. I would not

have you insult me in my office” she growled.

Prisca got up again and made for the door. “Thanks

for cooperating with me dear. The conversation you

had on the phone is so inspiring. I am sure you

would like to explain to your boss, why you hate

his wife so much” she said, holding the doorknob.

Oyinade gasped. “I… I d… don’t understand”

“Oh… don’t stammer my dear; it is not good for

your vocal cords. And don’t worry, I am sure you

would understand when I play the recording I have

with me to the hearing of your boss. I have your

voice recorded dear, so it is not your word against

mine” Prisca said in one breath, not for once,

taking away the pleasant infuriating smile she had

on.

Oyinade was lost. She couldn’t believe everything

was falling apart in one day. She hadn’t even got

one day of complete victory.

“Please ma, I mean her no harm. Please believe

me”. She said in a hurry, stopping Prisca from

leaving.

“You want me to believe you? Ok” she said, going

back to sit. She checked her wristwatch. “I have

just ten minutes. Spill it now and think twice

about lying to me. Trust me; I have got a mind’s

eye”

**********

**********

I woke up in the car, on our way home. I thought I

had had a dream of Richard carrying me in his arms

but it obviously isn’t. Richard looked at me, taking

his eyes away from the steering. He looked worried

and concerned about me. He put one hand on my

laps, controlling the wheels with the other.

“How are you feeling princess?” he asked

I nodded, too weak to open my mouth; I still felt

sleepy. He smiled faintly and moved his fingers

through my hair.

“Go back to sleep baby. C’mon” he whispered and I

went back to sleep.

I woke up fully in bed. I was in my underwear, no

clothes. I was covered with a blanket. Richard

came into the bedroom and smiled when he saw me

awake. My heart melted as I stared at his

handsome profile.

He climbed in bed beside me and kissed me gently

on the lips. “How are you, my love?”

I smiled. “I feel better than before, thanks. Why

am I naked”?

Richard grinned. “Your temperature was so high; it

could boil a cup of water so I took your clothes out

of the way. Little Richard needs a very comfortable

environment to grow” he said, placing his hand on

my stomach.

My heartbeat skipped. Today had been a very long

day but I would demand to have this day and none

other, if only to feel the way I did when I heard

the news of my pregnancy. I looked at Richard

critically. “Are you sure you did not take off my

clothes for your advantage?” I asked cocking my

head at an awkward angle.

“Oh sweet, what are you insinuating?” He asked,

looking as innocent as possible. I laughed hard,

looking at him. Oh… I am so much in love with

this guy. Even though I saw the desire in his eyes

and written all over him, his concern for my health

and condition was more evident. He stopped my

laughter with his mouth, covering mine in a fierce,

demanding manner. We shared similar desire as I

held on to him, kissing him deeply. Something

flashed through my mind and I instantly became

still. Richard noticed this and stopped abruptly,

bringing his ragged breathing under control.

“What is wrong?” he breathed.

“Nothing. I… I remembered that I hadn’t asked

you how Kelvin is doing” I said slowly. Something

seemed to pass through his face within seconds.

“He is in a comma now; all we can do is pray that

he comes out alive”. I nodded and stared at

nothing in particular. He was silent; so was I.

“You told me to trust you. How can I do that if

you also don’t trust me?” I asked. He was silent;

he just stared into space. “What is between you

and your assistant?”

“We share only one relationship: working

relationship. There is nothing going on between us.

I know she sent a message at an ungodly hour but

she was just apologizing for her misconduct the

previous day” he assured.

“Which misconduct are you talking about?” I asked

intent on finding any loop holes.

Richard sighed. “She was dressed inappropriately.

Her body was on public display and I rebuked her

indecency. She felt guilty and decided to send a

message. She felt she couldn’t face me after what

she did”.

“Oh…” I breathed. The pregnancy sickness took over

before I could think of anything. I ran into the

toilet to throw up. Richard rinsed my face and led

me back to bed. He was able to shove some food

down my throat before I used some drugs. It can

be upsetting to have a doctor as a husband

especially when you have to use drugs every now

and then. I lamented the irrelevance of drugs but

he did not rest until I had it down my throat. I

cuddled next to him and he had his arms around me

till I dozed off.

**********

**********

Oyinade drove her car so recklessly that she had

almost gotten herself killed by on-coming vehicles.

It is so early in the morning and no one should be

seen in such speed. She needed to see Ronke. She

could really use some advice.

The previous day is what you would term her worst

nightmare. She couldn’t believe she had actually

spilled the beans to that tormentor. She closed her

eyes briefly as she remembered the awkward

tension she felt in her own office.

“I love Richard ma” she had dropped immediately

Prisca stopped talking. Prisca’s facial expression did

not change one bit. You would assume that she

already knew it with the way she pasted that smile

on her face.

“I have seen him times without number on the

television and I decided to work here in BRH, hoping

that he would love me back” she said in one

breath.

“Oh… so you are trying to tell me that you never

knew he was married?” Prisca asked.

Oyinade sniffed and shook her head. “I never knew

until I got here. When I got here and discovered he

was married, I just wished I would have something

with him”.

“You are a terrible liar. I am going to let that slide

though. I thought you denied being a whore; tell

me: what ‘plan’ did you put in place to ensure that

Richard leaves his beautiful bride?” Prisca asked

Oyinade looked at her. She had truly heard

everything she said to Ronke, she thought. She had

hoped that she didn’t hear everything; the ending

part particularly. “You would tell her ma’am. You

would tell them and my life would be shattered, I

would be jobless.” She had cried.

“No. I would not tell a single soul. I just want to

determine if you are the best person for me to use.

You see, Belina came into my family, taking away

my parents’ attention and drawing it to herself.

She became showered with all kinds of gifts and

my parents scolded me all the time because of her.

She became a peasant; a thorn in my flesh. I have

wanted to pay her back somehow, anyhow, but I

hadn’t got the chance till now. You taking Richard

would mean that I have my revenge and you also

have your man. What do you think?”

Oyinade was speechless. She had known from her

distant study of Prisca that she is dangerous and

unpredictable but she hadn’t expected her to be

that way with her sister. She knew how neglect

can make you do silly things having experienced it

first-hand with her parents.

“Ok ma. I tried to seduce him with my body but he

is too immune towards me. The only thing I did

and succeeded with was to create discord between

them. Maybe you can give me an advice as to how

to go about it though, I have not even had

twenty-four hours of complete victory.” Oyin said,

happy that she now had a formidable ally.

Prisca stood up, raising her phone in the air.

“Thanks for you sincerity my dear, it was most

helpful. For the record, I did not have your earlier

phone conversation recorded, it was just bait. Now,

I have your confessions recorded. Next time, think

twice about screwing with my family because

Richard and Belina are family. Chaos. MUAH” Prisca

blew her a kiss and waltzed out of the office with

a cool smile. All the blood flowing through

Oyinade’s veins seemed to freeze as she choked.

Oyinade parked her car in front of Ronke’s

compound. She had been too worn out to call her

last night but she could really use some advice

right now. She had rejected all of Ronke’s advices,

relying on her own ideas and impulses but presently,

she could not even think of a single line of action.

She knocked on the entrance door and Ronke came

out in her night gown to open. They greeted

normally and she sat down on the chair forcefully.

Ronke stared at Oyin, expecting her to begin her

blabbing about her stupidity and asking how they

were going to deal with Belina’s pregnancy but

instead, she just sat there, looking at her with her

head in her hands.

“I am finished Ronke. Totally screwed” Oyin said

after long silence.

“Yeah, I got it. The pretty wife is pregnant” she

said sarcastically, going to grab a bottle of water

even though she really wanted to drink something

strong.

“No. it is much worse than that” Oyin said,

catching Ronke’s attention with her grim face. She

narrated all that happened the previous day, right

from the very top where she had refused to see

Richard, making him feel guilty, to the very

bottom. Ronke just gaped at her when she finished

like she had ten heads.

“You are the most stupid idiot I have ever seen in

my life. Were you possessed or something?” she

barked.

“Don’t insult me, damn you. Let’s just find a way

to solve this problem, please” Oyin said.

“You must be crazy if you think that I am going to

help you with anything. The time I was there to

help, you did not listen to me. This is your problem

and you would solve it yourself. If I were you, I

would be more concerned about a bigger problem.”

She said, finally grabbing a drink.

Oyinade was confused and stricken. “What are you

talking about?”

“I can blow the whistle faster than any referee in

a football match. I know of all your plans,

everything you did just to get Richard and his

wealth to yourself. I also know of the two million

naira fraud you committed last year in your former

hospital before leaving”.

Oyinade blanched. “How do you know about that?”

she asked, shaken to her roots.

Ronke walked back to her seat, glass of whiskey in

one hand. “Unlike you, I am not so stupid. Now, if

I were you, I would be looking for five million

Naira. I give you two weeks; two weeks to get the

money, if not, you would be behind bars faster than

you can ever imagine” Ronke said, placed her glass

against her lips and took in a mouth-full of

whiskey.

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