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life after wedding (belina season 2) episode 19


I woke up with the intense desire to cook

something wonderful for my hubby – it is a

Saturday. After praying a short prayer, I set out to

do just that. Richy had a very stressful day

yesterday followed by a very extensive talk/

argument. Yesterday night, we had talked and

talked about all the events of the week. He had

arrived looking so stressed out and tired that I

almost discarded my anger to pamper him a bit,

just as he does with me; but I reckoned that doing

that would push aside the settlement of what was

on ground.


He entered and I welcomed him in a casual way

without the usual welcome kiss. He looked at me

critically with his tired eyes almost pleading for a

loving affection. “What is the matter honey? No

welcome kiss?”

I shook my head slowly. “No sir. No kiss today, we

need to talk”. I wanted to continue but I just

couldn’t. He looked really tired that I decided to

relent a little bit, even though I still had that

carefully placed casual look. I collected his laptop

bag and suit jacket, carrying them into the room.

He tagged along, not uttering a word but I knew he

must be terribly curious.

Immediately we entered the masters’ bedroom, he

just lay flat on the bed, closing his eyes without

removing anything. It dawned on me that he must

be terribly tired; that could only explain why he

was not pestering me already.

I pulled off his shoes and socks, massaging his

feet with my hands. I moved to his shoulders,

massaging them slowly. His tension eased a bit and

he opened his eyes slowly. I felt stupid for

challenging him immediately he entered even

though that was the most reasonable thing to do

when we tend to postpone issues a lot, enjoying

each other’s company. Maybe that is why he did

not even remember to tell me about Oyinade, I

thought. Maybe he fired her because he already has

a child on the way. I banished all evil thoughts

from my brain as I stared at Richard’s tired

profile. I tugged at his suit.

“Why don’t you take a shower while I set your

dinner” I said quietly. He looked into my eyes with

his blue eyes, maybe reading my thoughts.

Normally, he would have tried to know what was on

my mind but he just nodded and sat up; maybe he

hadn’t even heard me. He started unbuttoning his

shirt but I went and took over from him, he shook

slightly and I smiled. He smiled back. “You know

the power you have over me, don’t you?”

I feigned innocence which only made him smile

more. After I had removed his clothes, I marched

him to the bathroom like a kid, leaving him there

to prepare his food.

We lay on the bed after eating and listening to

news. He was fidgeting with my hair; he loves

touching it.

“I am all ears. What do you want us to talk about

that deprived me of my kiss?”

Oh! So he heard. I sighed. “We can start by you

explaining why you sacked Oyinade without telling

me anything about it”

Richard’s hand froze. I took that as affirmation

and stood up. You are keeping secrets from me

Richard and it is hurting me.” The very first time

in months I would call him by his name. “I know

the girl is a harlot bent on ruining other people’s

marriages and I am partially happy that she is out

of our lives but that does not negate the fact that

you almost got her pregnant in the quest of having

a child”

Richard was up too, looking at me tongue-tied like

something was wrong with me. That even made me

angrier. “Tell me: since when did you stop believing

that I could actually get pregnant?”

He got back his tongue. “What nonsense are you

ranting?” he growled.

My eyes widened. “So now I am saying nonsense,

right?” I spat glaring.

“I don’t know what the hell is going through your

brain but I certainly don’t know how a mere flimsy

hug translates to getting her pregnant. What on

earth put that idea in your head” he almost yelled,


We glared at each other for some seconds before I

looked away.

“Well, it was not just the mere hug” I said

quietly, boiling with anger. “I received a call a day

before from an anonymous caller telling me of your

escapades with your mistress. The hug was a

confirmatory sign.” I laughed slightly; bitterly. “As

if that was not enough, she had the guts to visit

me on the hospital bed after I fainted to explain

to me how you desperately needed a child and that

since I could not give you one, she was-”

“What?” Richard yelled, cutting me short. He was

pacing angrily while I stood with arms akimbo.

“What rubbish? That lying wench…” he paced and

paced, making me dizzy.

“Oh… so she is lying? Easy to say since she is not

here to defend herself.” I said cheekily.

He stopped and glared at me. “You don’t believe

me? Ok. Tell me what is between you and Kelvin.

You met him before you met me and you must love

him more but why must you have anything to do

with him after all he did to you. I got the picture

where you were holding him so affectionately and I

saw him in your office also, so confident that you

would not reject him. Tell me: what is going on?”

“I don’t love him. I didn’t love him before. I

guess I was just attracted to him and I definitely

did not hug him, I bumped into him” I said then

proceeded to explain how it had all happened.

He nodded. “now, you want me to believe all that

and you won’t believe me?” he said quietly. He

inched closer to me, his anger obviously fading.

“Oyinade is just an over-ambitious girl. You’ve

known me for a long time now, who do you believe?

You do know that you are free to believe what you


I looked at him silently. I trust him and always

have but the evidence I had got was too much to

put away. I looked down but he used his finger to

raise my chin, causing me to look into his eyes


“I want you to discern the truth from my eyes,

look at me. I have not told you about all these

because I did not want to hurt your feelings; and

also due to your condition. You told me you didn’t

like her and I did not listen and it hurt me to have

her confess her guilt. Prisca found out the truth

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and was wise enough to play the detective role”

Richard smiled, causing me to smile also.

I scoffed and said in a quiet voice. “And do you

also believe that there is nothing between Kelvin

and I? I don’t even love him, at least not even up

to a quarter of how much I love you”

He smiled. “I knew that and that is why I made

peace with Kelvin today”. I raised my eyebrow in

surprise. He laughed. “yes, I was surprised I did

that too. He finally gained consciousness and I just

felt pity instead of the usual anger I feel. He

challenged me for helping him despite our dispute,

saying that all I wanted was to shove my victory in

his face” he shook his head. “all I saw then was a

man who is deeply embittered about the prospect

of losing you. It is definitely too much to handle

and if I were to be in his shoes, I would have done

likewise. I offered him my friendship after a long

time arguing my intentions, he accepted. I guess

he was just touched that I could help him after all

he did to me.”

I laughed happily and hugged him tight. I have

already forgiven Kelvin immediately I heard of his

accident. “I love you Richard, very very much”

He pulled me and held my waist, looking into my

eyes with a thoughtful look. “Do I love you?

Hmmm… I love you like kilode”

We roared in laughter, laughed and laughed. The

Yoruba language sounded so awkward from his

accentuated mouth that the mere thought of the

word made me laughed the more.

“I love you” he kissed me deeply. “so we are

settled now right?” he stretched lazily. “Do I now

get a proper welcome kiss?”

I scoffed. “What of the one you stole now?”

“As you’ve said, it was stolen” he stood, waiting. I

inched closer slowly and when his eyes were

dropping shut, I kissed him on the cheek, leaving

him spell bound. I jumped on the bed and covered

myself with the blanket. Trust him, he ranted and

ranted about how unfair that was, coming over to

disturb the living daylight out of me.


Richard held my waist from behind, startling me.

The aroma in the kitchen was so heavenly that even

my mouth watered. After the usual kisses and

greetings, I turned to him, holding his neck with

my hands and gazing up at him. He looked round

and round, trying to determine what I was

preparing but I refused to tell him. After an

extensive try, he gave up and took my advice of

sitting in the sitting room and watching TV. I

smiled. He has no idea what I had in store for him.




Oyinade frowned as she stared at the screen. She

jumped up when the realization of what had just

happened hit her. They had murdered the wrong

person. It ought to be Ronke and not this Adejoke

girl being displayed on TV. She became slightly

dizzy. It had taken a whole lot of will-power to

attempt murder and now to complicate issues, they

just murdered the wrong person, meaning Ronke was

still free. She hadn’t called for the past three days

but that made her even more dangerous, not to

mention the fact that they just killed her favorite

step-sister. She remembered Ronke talking about

her extensively countless number of times.

Oyinade grabbed her head, roaming the sitting

room. She called Tikes but his number was not

going through. She threw her phone on the chair.

Ronke just got more dangerous. She had known that

Ronke was too clever to be eliminated so easily but

she also knew that Ronke would not have expected

her do anything so stupid. What would Ronke do

when she find out? She could not begin to imagine.



Ronke got tired of shedding tears. She could not

imagine that she had lost her step-sister, the only

family she had left. She still saw her yesterday

looking so alive and happy. Why had she asked her

to go over to the house? If she hadn’t done that,

she would be alive now. She wiped her eyes after

hours of wailing and crying. There was no one to

comfort her in the hotel she was lodged in and she

had to comfort herself.

She engaged her thoughts now. Who could have

wanted Joke dead? She is the liveliest person she

knew and could not think of anyone trying to harm

her. ‘Wait. What if I was the target?’ the thought

slammed into her, making her dizzy. It could have

been her obituary on the screen. She shook her head

vigorously, dismissing such evil thought. Silently,

she thanked God for her life.

She poured herself another shot of whiskey and

downed it at once. ‘who could have wanted me

dead’ she wondered. The old man crossed her mind.

It was a possibility but she felt the man could not

be as stupid as to do that; killing her would mean

he would not get his money back. That dismissed,

only one person could have done it – Oyinade. She

remembered that the deadline she gave would have

ended yesterday, meaning, the truth would have

been out today. ‘So that useless pig wanted to kill

me ehn? She killed my Joke, my own Adejoke.’ She

shook her head. She couldn’t come out of hiding

because she was still wanted for theft, making her

quest for revenge harder. She still couldn’t kill her.

Even though it hurt so much, she could not

imagine herself murdering a human being and not a

fetus. “Ok. Let me give her exactly what she was

preventing.” She said out loud.



Oyinade’s phone rang and she ran to pick it. It was

a hidden number and only one person call with a

hidden number.

“Hey you…. What rubbish did you do” she yelled.

“Would you shut up?” she heard over the receiver.

She froze. She never expected to hear that voice

again. She should be dead but by sheer luck and

braveness, she was still alive. She shivered.

“Hey R…Ronke… I… I heard about your ehmm…


“Would you shut your dirty mouth you murderer.

You think I am so dumb as to not know who did

this? Just listen; you just stepped the lion’s tail,

get ready to go down. After you go to jail for the

fraud you committed, you would then hang for

murdering my only family. They should be at your

doorstep now. See you in hell”

The phone dropped from Oyinade’s hand and

scattered all over the floor. Ronke had reported

her. She was almost peeing on her body and her

body shook so violently that you would assume she

just had an encounter with Titanic’s iceberg. She

picked her purse on the chair, gathered the ruins of

her phone, took her car keys and dashed out. She

drove out of the house without closing the gate.


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