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life after wedding (belina season 2) episode 16



Ronke made it through the flight of stairs that

was threatening to be her undoing. The elevator in

this damned hotel decided to fail the very day she

had a reason. She cursed the stupid intuition that

had made her put on this 6 inches high-heeled

shoes. The long weavon she had on her head

caressed her back as she ascended the stairs. She

had on a tube gown which naturally should be a

top. The wine coloured tube gown started just from

the top of her breast to a few inches away from

her bums. She had drawn lots of stares as she

entered the hotel and she hadn’t paid them any

heed, except of course, those who seemed to have

their pockets full.

She reached Room 207 and opened without


“Hello sexy” Chief Rammon breathed, taking in

every line in her body. Ronke did not give any

response; instead, she sat forcefully on the bed,

pulling out the shoes before they did any real


“Chief, I have told you times without number that

I don’t like meeting you in a hotel. Don’t you like

my house?” she spread her arms, disgusted,

adjusting her hair and massaging her feet. She had

to endure pigs like the pot-bellied fat ugly fool

standing in front of her salivating just because she

wanted to keep her finances in the balance. She

had become a sex addict and now, it has become

her business but she would rather restrict it to

young men of her age but finding loaded young men

these days seem to be a tedious task. Old men

however were all over the place, looking for people

to spend their money on only for a couple of

minutes’ pleasure.

“I am sorry my goddess. Let’s leave that for now,

yeah?” he said rubbing Ronke’s laps. Ronke felt the

urge to throw up as she stared at the despicable

man. She considered standing up and just walking

away but she re-evaluated the money she would be

receiving: two hundred thousand Naira. She nodded

internally. She couldn’t just throw away such

amount of money. It would fill a space, help her

fill up her sitting room bar and also get some of

the tempting clothes she had seen two days ago.

She promised herself that this would be the last

time she does this. The five million naira on the

way should be able to help her set up a

supermarket and live a perfect life.



Kelvin opened his eyes weakly. All the images before

him danced gaily as he struggled to keep his eyes

open. The first thing that finally came into full

view was the sparkling white wall overhead. His

throat felt thick, like he hadn’t used it for days

and he felt boneless and weak. He painfully turned

his stiff neck and what he saw made him know

that he was actually in a hospital. What the hell

was he doing in a hospital? He lifted one of his

arms and saw the needle inserted which supplied


The door opened and a nurse entered. Immediately

she saw his movement, her strides quickened. “Oh…

you are awake, thank God” she sighed. “How are

you feeling sir?”

Kelvin stared at the face of the nurse, deciding

that she is too pretty to resign herself to cleaning

blood and inserting injections into various colour of

buttocks. Her light-complexioned skin glowed under

the white uniform gown she had on. The braid she

made was packed neatly behind, leaving her

stunning; more stunning that the regular mean-

looking witch nurses he was used to seeing. The

sigh of relief took his gaze to her lips and he

continued to stare at them, not really knowing

what to think.

“Sir” Nurse Catherine called, jacking him out of his

reverie. “I said; how are you feeling?”

He breathed, remembering that he was actually in a

hospital and that he had no idea how he landed

here. He closed his eyes painfully. For a sick man,

he should not be fantasizing about a nurse; he

cursed his stupidity. “I feel weak” he croaked out.

Is that my voice? He wondered. “How did I get

here?” he asked.

“You were hit by a car. Relax, let me get the

doctor” she said and was out of the room in a

flash. Kelvin found himself staring at her departing

figure, hoping that her back was as good as her

front. He cursed himself for the second time. He

could not remember anything about being hit by a

car or anything related to it. The only thing in his

brain was white room, electronic gadgets beeping

and a stunning nurse.

Kelvin mentally shook his head. His life is already

in ruins. He wanted to stand up and leave this bed

that made him feel like it was part of his body but

the drip in his hand would be interrupted; he

didn’t even think that he would be able to stand

without falling.

A doctor and the pretty nurse came into the room

and the doctor towered over him with a faint

smile. “I am happy you have finally come around

sir” he said immediately, checking his hand, eyes

and the drip. He said a few things to the nurse

who jotted down, displaying her slim fingers.

‘Get a hold of yourself idiot’ Kelvin rebuked

himself, taking his eyes away from the nurse. The

first thing that his eyes saw was the tag on the

doctor’s white suit. ‘Doctor Felix’. That must be

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the name of the doctor, he thought. For some

strange reason, he continued to stare at the tag,

thinking he had seen it somewhere. Just then, his

eyes caught the inscription on the tag beneath the

name – ‘BRH’. Best Results… “What” he yelled,

causing the doctor and the nurse jump, frightened.

“What is wrong sir?” the doctor was checking

kelvin’s temperature, trying to fathom the reason

for the exclamation.

“What am I doing here” he yelled, a bit lower than

before. He did not have as much strength as he had


The nurse stared at Kelvin, thinking that something

was definitely wrong with him because he had

asked that question before and she had answered.

‘You were involved in an-” the doctor was saying.

“No. I mean, what am I doing in Best Results

Hospital?” he started at the gown of the nurse. If

he hadn’t been too preoccupied with nonsense, he

would have noticed the tag on the top of her

breast. ‘Nurse Catherine’. Perfect name, he

thought briefly.

The doctor looked at him, not really knowing how

to answer. “You were rushed here” he finally said.

Kelvin hoped it was not totally bad, so he decided

to ask the determinant question. “Does Richard

know that I am here?” It is possible he does not,

the hospital is very big, he thought.

“You mean Mr. Branson” he asked smiling softly.

“Of course he knows. He was the one that treated

you, in fact, he is…”

Kelvin blanched. “He what?” he yelled.



I felt nervous. Very nervous. I stood in front of

the mirror adjusting every adjustable. It had been

wonderful ever since I found out I was pregnant. I

spent each passing day happy, knowing that a life

is growing in me. Richard made my days fun and

exciting with his numerous pampering. After I had

sent that message over a week ago, he had replied

albeit an hour later, explaining how he had been

thinking the same thing. He said he might have

forgotten to wash some parts of my body and that

he was on his way. He came almost immediately he

sent it and the rest is history. I leave you to your


Everyday had been spent at home – something that

became increasingly frustrating but the joy of

being an expectant mother held me back. I spent

everyday day-dreaming about the child I would have

in less than nine months; watching movies and

sleeping. I did not do much of sleeping though.

Richard’s plan to stay at home with me for as long

as I was ill was thwarted when the hospital

received emergency patients. An entire family had

been involved in an accident and had been rushed to

the hospital. Richard had had to spend days in the

hospital, personally monitoring the patients, even

though it was not his job to heal; God does the

healing. Knowing this, it is permanently a custom

in BRH to have a general prayer of staff members,

7 am every morning. They pray for all the patients

in the hospital and also those that might be

brought in. Richard had spent more than a week,

ensuring that the patients are stable and recovering

and now wants to make up for his absence.

I was standing in front of the mirror in a chiffon

purple mini dress, a silver shoe and purse. I looked

exceedingly dashing but I was still looking for

question marks. I was as nervous as a teenager

going to her first date. I heard him drive in and

my heart skipped. Am I the only married woman

who still feels very nervous when expecting her

husband after close to three years of marriage?

I stepped out of the room and stood a few steps

from the door. He opened and entered. Even after

working for hours, he still looked gorgeous. I let

out a slow breath as he turned. He froze

immediately he saw me. My heart was racing.

“Welcome” I managed to whisper.

“Urh… ehm…” he stuttered, slowly tracing every

bit of me with his eyes. I became more nervous

and started playing with my fingers. *coughs*

“You look… erm… you look ravishing” he finally

breathed. He looked at me again. “That is an

understatement” he muttered under his breath.

Seeing his speechless state, I finally summoned

courage. I walked gingerly towards him and his

arms circled my waist, unconsciously. I placed a

kiss on his cheeks.

“Do we still have our date?” I whispered into his

ear, making him more nervous with my closeness.

“You bet we do” he responded. He stepped back.

“Shall we?” he asked, bowing slightly and

presenting his arm like a knight in shinning


I placed my arm against in his elbow.  “Definitely”




Oyinade moved from one end of the sitting room to

the other, deep in thought. It is just two days to

the deadline she was given by Ronke and she hadn’t

even come up with two million naira, not to

mention Five. She had slept with highly influential

people but they hadn’t been able to give her much.

She resented Belina for being a stumbling block but

she would deal with her later; she needed to solve

a problem. She had thought Ronke was bluffing

until she sent her some proof which could

definitely incriminate her. The pressure was making

her go lean. She sat down with a thud, finally

accepting to do the only thing that came to her

mind as the solution to this crisis.

She picked her phone and dialed a number. It was

answered after the second ring.

“Hello Tikes… it is Oyin… you don’t know Oyin

again?… Ok, there is something I need you to do

for me…”


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