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Life After the wedding (belina season2) episode 6

Belina

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Episode 6 

I sat down in my office fighting an inner battle.
My inability to have a child was giving me so much
turmoil. Every time my period skips a day, I buy
pregnancy test sticks to test myself personally
with the hope that it would turn out positive. The
calendar has now become my best friend and I never
passed a day without checking the calendar. It was
like an addiction. I had attended to a patient who
was scared about her pregnancy because it was her
first and she had been told that the first issue is
always very difficult. I had advised her carefully,
assuring her that she would be fine. She became
very calm and enthusiastic, asking me if I had
children of my own. She apparently is not someone
who follows gossips if not; she would not be asking
me that. I was flushed with all kinds of emotions
but I did my best to hide it while she was there. I
told her that I was still expecting and she was
sympathetic saying that she knew I would be a very
great mother.
Immediately she left, the tears I had kept at bay
came cascading down my face. I checked the date
again and saw that it was not even close to my
date. I had so many baby things given to me as
wedding gift over two years ago but they are all
still brand new. I dried my face with a hankie but
my spirit was still down. An idea struck my mind
and I was immediately on my feet. My pastor
always preached about taking a leap of faith and
that is what I am going to do – I am going to
decorate my child’s bedroom. I passed on duty to
my assistant, picked my bag and headed home. I
remembered Richard told me he just got a new
assistant and that I was to meet her today for
introduction sake but I already felt weak. I sent a
message to Richard, explaining to him that I was a
bit down and needed rest, knowing that he would
call soon. I entered my car and zoomed off.
**********
**********
Oyinade arrived home and flung her bag on the
sitting room couch, frustrated. Apart from her
initial encounter with Richard Branson, she had
been ignored every other time she came in contact
with him. He barely even glanced at her twice,
throughout the day despite her deliberately cunning
approaches. She had initially thought today would
be splendid but she ended up feeling low and
humiliated even though Richard did not do anything
physically to warrant her humiliation. She had
called Ronke on her way so she was not surprised
when her door flung open with Ronke letting
herself in as was her usual habit.
“BRH baby, ki lo n se e? Talk to mummy” Ronke
asked immediately she entered, heading straight
for the refrigerator to fix herself a drink.
Oyin hissed and narrated everything to Ronke all
over again even though she had done that already
on the phone. Ronke drank slowly while Oyin rattled
on. When she did not stop talking and Ronke was
already tired of hearing, she screamed until she
stopped and was glaring at her.
“What’s your problem girl? Did I not tell you I
have a plan? Aahhh, I tire for you o” Ronke said
exasperated.
Oyin eyed her annoyingly. “You dey craze. Why you
no talk am since u enter? You dey there dey drink
my expensive wine”.
“Just shut up and listen. When you are through,
you would know that you owe me, big time” she
paused to sip her drink, deliberately taunting Oyin.
Receiving a stern glare, she smiled and continued,
“You would have to put up with Richard’s coldness
for a very short period. Before you can carry out
any other plan, we need to create conflict between
them. We need to break their trust in eachother”
“OK…” Oyin said impatiently.
Ronke continued. “So, I made a research today and
discovered the perfect tool to use. Belina had an Ex
who is crazy about her. He is still unmarried and I
believe he is still in love with Belina. After
searching for a while, I got his facebook address
and after going through most of his status uploads
and some other things, I noticed that he still has
feelings for her so we need to get him because he
can help us create the discord we need. There is no
love as strong as your first love. Do you grab?”
Oyin assimilated this for a while and smiled,
appreciating Ronke the more. “OK, so how do we
contact this guy, genius?” she asked cynically and
Ronke smiled, very proud of herself. She brought
out a little piece of paper which had a phone
number written on it and held it out.
Oyin’s eyes widened in surprise and admiration as
she collected the paper; “You little witch. How did
you get this?”
“Very easy. The man actually made his phone
number public on facebook, I guess it worked to
our advantage” she said grinning.
“But what if he doesn’t accept to do this?” Oyin
asked what had been on her mind since the
launching of the topic.
“Then, we would have to persuade him. A good
amount of money should do the trick but if his
male ego won’t accept it, we would give him
something no man can refuse. You know…” she said
smiling slightly.
Oyin got the message and smiled openly. “You are
evil”.
“We both are. You realize you owe me big time,
right?”
“Of course. I know that you are not free babe, not
even to your friend”. Ronke laughed while Oyin
dialed the number.
**********
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I finally finished the arrangement and decorations
and I stood appreciating my efforts. All the toys
and decorations adorning the room created a child-
like feeling and aura that would definitely draw
children like magnet. When I left the office, I had
made straight for a toy shop. I bought everything
my heart fancied. Buying those things brought hope
and joy that I would have a child – my child –
who would play with them. Even though I knew
that I would not let a room separate me from my
child at night, I knew that he or she would grow
old enough to own a room like this one.
I had created time to put something on the fire
before Richy arrived because he surely had a lot to
do at work being a Monday. Richard had called
immediately he got my message, asking me
thousands of questions and giving loads of
instructions like, don’t stress yourself, rest, eat,
sleep, etc.
I quickly ran into the kitchen with the fear that
the food was already burning and I got there just
in time to take it off the gas. I was hungry but
too tired to eat so I went to the sitting room to
wait for Richard. Immediately I hit the couch,
sleep enveloped me. I woke up some minutes later
to the touch of Richard’s hand. He kissed my
forehead softly and smiled.
“How are you sweetheart?” he asked and I smiled
faintly, a bit dizzy. He looked at me closely like he
was studying a lab specimen and frowned. “You look
worn out. Did you work up yourself?” he asked.
I looked away and narrated all the events of the
day from the time the pregnant lady came into my
office to the time I fell asleep on the couch. He
looked at me and when I was done, he pulled me
into his arms, placing my head on his broad chest.
“You know I love you, don’t you?” he asked softly
and I nodded.
“You know God loves us and knows what is best for
us, right?” he asked again and I nodded.
“then, you have to believe and know that God sees
our desire for children. He has given us children
only we cannot see them physically. That we can’t
see God does not mean he does not exist but we
live by the assurance and believe that we would see
him someday. The same applies to this; we cannot
see our children physically but we are not barren.
Don’t lose hope, honey. God tests married couple in
various ways, this is our test, we must pass it. OK
love?”

I nodded and held him close. Even in a thousand
years – if I am still alive – I would love my richy.
He kissed me deeply and held my face in his hands.
“Can I see the room now?” he asked with a smile
and I grinned at the thought of what his face
would look like when he beheld my mastery.
I jumped up and pulled him along like a child would
her father. He was flushed when he saw the room.
His eyes rotated from my face to the room and
around the room in utter disbelief, probably trying
to imagine how I did it. He pulled me into his arms
and kissed me.
“Well, you should be ready to give birth to a whole
football team because children would beg God to be
sent here if only to touch these things” he said
smiling as he lifted me off the ground into his
arms.
“Woah…” I yelled laughing and struggling to leave
his arms.
“I am hungry” he said breathlessly.
“Well, there is food in the kitchen”
“The food can wait” he said covering my lips with
his.
*****
Another week of work has passed and I am happy
to have Richard all to myself. Even though we have
been married for two years now, it felt like two
months. I went out jogging and Richy’s lazy ass
decided he would rather stay up in bed. He had
worked himself out the previous day and all he
could do was eat and sleep when he arrived. We had
a gym room filled with exercise equipments but I
preferred outside jogging. Our estate – Richbel
Estate – which is owned by Richard and I, is a
quiet and beautiful place filled with flowers and
beautiful works of art. The estate had twelve
houses in all and the design of the estate was a
sight to behold. Gazing at the beautiful statues
and flowers as I jogged made me feel on top of the
world.
Richard had made the entire week so pleasant for
me. His gifts and gestures made me feel so special.
The bouquet of flowers, the lovely gold wristwatch
and many things he did including calling me every
now and then when he was less busy made me feel
so lucky to have such a wonderful man in my life. I
did not even remember the childlessness issue. I
still hadn’t seen his newly employed assistant but I
did not really care as long as she was not doing
anything ‘personal’ with my husband. Richard has
given me every reason to trust him and I knew
that I would trust him with my life, if necessary.
As I jogged back to the house, I started thinking
of what to do for him. I wanted to do something
special in return. His mother crossed my mind. No
matter how hard he denied it, I knew he still had
a section in his heart devoted to her. I had seen
him secretely gaze at her picture about three
times, admiring her exquisite beauty. I knew it
would be difficult but I also knew without a doubt
that he would feel a whole lot happier if he let go
of the pain he feels.

 

 

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