life after wedding (belina season 2) episode 12



The door opened and in came Richard and Prisca. I

hadn’t been able to compose myself ever since Oyin

left. My heart was shattered and seeing Prisca

after about a month did not even bring a smile to

my face.

“Leave”, I said bluntly and audibly even before

they made it to my side.

They both paused by my bed. The fact that I had

been crying was not lost on them. “You don’t want

me here? What’s wrong?” Prisca asked bewildered.

I raised my eyes to glare at Richard. “Please tell

him to leave Pric” I said with tears forming in my


Prisca was even more shocked than before as she

looked at me as if I had suddenly grown horns. I

saw it in the way she looked from me to Richard,

not understanding what was going on. She had

never seen us have a disagreement before; no one

had. Richard just stared at me blankly, not

portraying any emotions but he seemed angry. Why

should he be? I wondered. I am the only one

permitted to feel anger.

He left the room without uttering a word to me

but he whispered something to Prisca which

sounded like, ‘take care of her’. The tears I held

at bay tumbled down as I held on to Prisca. I

secretly wondered why my emotion was all over the

place. I used to have control over my emotions, not

crying or showing any signs of weakness but

recently, little things move me to tears. The

confusion was evident on Prisca’s face as she held

me in her arms but she kept quiet, allowing the

tears to flow ceaselessly.

“You were wrong to do that girl” she began after I

had gathered some form of composure. “Whatever

the matter might be, you shouldn’t have done

that, especially with someone around” she said.

I kept quiet knowing that there was an element of

truth in what she said even though I was not

looking for rebukes but approval; trust Prisca to

give you the undiluted truth always. I struck

Richard’s male ego with my actions; that I saw

very evidently written on his face.

“Are you going to tell me what the matter is?”

Prisca asked.

I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted by

an intruder. Doctor Felix entered the room with a

smile on his face. Despite my inner turmoil, I found

his smile contagious. I smiled for the first time

that evening even though it did not reach my eyes.

He would have noticed I had been crying a while

ago if he was as observant as Richard but thank

God he isn’t.

“It is good you are awake ma’am, how are you

feeling?” he asked with that funny smile still

playing on his face.

“I am fine, thank you doctor” I lied and I could

imagine Prisca rolling her eyes. I maintained my

smile though, not letting out any pain.

“You need to rest, especially now. You would have

to rest a lot, eat lots of fruits and avoid stress.

You would also come for Antenatal classes regularly,

so that you can be monitored. Congrats ma” I would

have pursued the ‘ma’ issue but I was already too

confused and dumbfounded to do that. Prisca also

seemed dumbstruck as she stared at Doctor Felix

with open mouth.

“What are you saying?” I managed.

“Oh… I see your husband hasn’t told you. You are

pregnant; one month, two weeks gone”. His grin

was blinding.

My breath caught as I gasped at the revelation.



Richard sat down forcefully and his chair squealed

from his harsh approach. He could not fathom what

was actually going on. He had been in perfect

harmony with Belina, barely four days ago and now,

they were not even seeing eye to eye. The side of

Belina he saw today is a part he had never seen

before. He almost could not recognize her. He

hadn’t had a cause to question her faithfulness

until he got that weird message. He had been able

to dismiss it, only for that son of a bitch to show

up in her office today, looking so calm and sure

that he would be given audience. It would have

been manageable if the doubt was on his side only

but hearing Belina’s words made it obvious that she

also had doubts. A pile developed in his throat as

he remembered the words she spoke out of anger

and spite. He opened the weird message again,

resisting the urge to delete it.

He ran his palm through his hair in deep worry. His

study of women, long before he got married to

Belina had paid off. He would have done so many

things out of anger if he hadn’t studied the

behaviors of women and why they act the way they

do at times. He had also taken his time to study

Belina. Her earlier action hurt terribly but he knew

she must be hurting terribly. He couldn’t see her

behaving that way just because of a mere hug. She

had seen him hug so many people without acting

up. Now, there’s the girl she had mentioned. Who

the hell could that be? He pondered.

The door opened. He didn’t know if the person had

forgotten the courtesy of a knock or if he simply

did not hear it.

“Is everything alright sir?” he recognized the voice

as Oyinade’s. What does she want now? He


“Yes. Leave” he said as gently as possible, raising

his head; his face blank.

“But sir, you look-” she was saying when Richard’s

glare made her memory go blank.

“I said, leave” he said loud enough to be heard by

a deaf man and Oyin vanished from sight within

seconds. He did not feel sorry for yelling at her.

She is part of the reasons why he is having




Prisca left Belina at the entrance of Richard’s

office after much persuasion. She hadn’t heard the

cause of their discord because they had been too

busy jubilating. The jubilation of being an

expectant mother had taken over the dull moment.

Belina’s face had transformed from the sad angry

one to a joyous one within the space of seconds.

She had jumped out of the bed instantly, jumping

up and down like a little kid at the sight if a

wrapped gift. Doctor Felix had to calm her down,

reminding her of her condition. Prisca had held on

to Belina, very happy that God had finally answered

their prayers at last.

After a while she had carefully explained how

wrong Belina was to have talked to Richard the way

she did earlier in their happiest moment. The fact

that Richard already knew she is pregnant was

Prisca’s basis for argument. She refused to hear

any of Belina’s attempts at justifying her actions.

She told her that she would hear of it after she

had made peace with Richard.

Prisca’s excitement knew no bounds as she bounced

expectantly, waiting for Tony to pick up her call.

He finally picked.

“Hello honey” she said and turned on motion

suddenly due to over-excitement, bumping into

someone. Her phone left her grasp, falling into

ruins on the floor.

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The lady she bumped into was busy ranting her

need for a glasses; she was obviously very angry

even though it was not her phone that was

smashed. She busied herself with picking up her

phone but looked up just in time to catch a

glimpse of the person she bumped into before she

left. The face she saw looked familiar but she

couldn’t place it. She looked like a doctor with the

way she was dressed but something was odd about

it. She tried desperately to recollect exactly where

she had seen that face and after a few seconds,

she opened her mouth slightly in remembrance,

wondering what that lady could be doing in BRH.



Prisca had left the boutique to meet a long lost

college friend in Da Queens Hotel. Patience, her

friend, had traveled abroad immediately after their

time in college and had called unexpectedly,

announcing her arrival in Nigeria. Prisca had left to

meet her excitedly in the hotel she was lodged in

order to get re-acquainted with her. They were

called the P by everyone because they went

everywhere together.

She arrived at Da Queens Hotel, had a long chit

chat with her friend and they were both on their

way out when they saw two ladies. Patience had

seen them first and whistled silently. Prisca was

also taken aback when she saw the ladies. They

were almost naked. One of them wore a bum short

knicker which stood the risk of tearing due to her

large bums with a tube top. The other, which was

the most bizarre of them, wore a micro-mini skirt

which almost could not do justice to covering her

extra large bums; she had on a see-me-through top

which exposed the largest part of her double sized

boobs. They looked financially comfortable and

Prisca could only imagine them in one profession –


Patience said she thought that was only done in

America and other white countries and Prisca had

agreed with her.


Prisca opened her mouth, not really understanding

what that harlot was doing in BRP. And in a

doctor’s uniform? Belina should be able to explain




I stood outside Richard’s office seconds after

Prisca left, not really sure I should go in. Richard’s

secretary looked at me curiously but I engaged my

thoughts. I pressed the door knob and went in.

Richard’s head was on the table, I had no idea if

he was sleeping or thinking. Seeing him still made

my heart beat quicken. I coughed slightly and his

head shot up.

“I should not have behaved the way I did; I am

sorry”. I blurted looking directly at him. He just

looked at me, not believing a word I said. He stood

up slowly and came over to stand in front of me. I

could see what other women saw in him: he has a

presence which beats others. His gaze can make a

woman’s knees turn to jelly and make you feel like

the most beautiful woman on earth.

He took my hand without a word and led me to the

long couch in his office. He gently pushed me to a

sitting position, looking into my eyes


“How are you feeling now?” his gentle question

made me feel small due to the way I had behaved.

The reason for my anger faded out of my memory

as I looked into his blue eyes.

“Why did you not tell me we were expecting a

baby?” I asked instead of answering him with tears

gathering in my eyes.

He smiled genuinely. “You did not allow me to,

baby” he said with his eyes unusually bright. I

noticed a tear drop almost escaping his eyes and I

was instantly overtaken by emotions. This is not

what I want. We need to settle our issues.

“How can I allow you when-”

“Shhhh…”he said, silencing me with his finger

against my lips. “Let me just hold you now, sweet.

C’mon” he said, pulling me into his arm. All I

wanted to say fled as his hands enclosed around

me. His fast and steady heartbeat pounded in my

ear as I placed my head on his chest. We remained

in this position for a very long time.

“You remember the first time I kissed you? The

very first time I held you in my arms as I feasted

on your sweet honeyed lips?” he asked as he

caressed my lips with his thumb, making me go

crazy with desire. How could I not remember such

an unforgettable experience? “It was then I vowed

not to ever have anything to do with another

woman sexually till death do us part. You represent

everything I have ever wanted in a woman. You

should trust me honey. Better than you are doing

now”. He pulled back to gaze into my eyes. The

disappointment that was evident in his voice and

face tore at my heart and being. I was confused;

totally confused. I did not know what to do or say

so I did what I had been wishing he would do.

I kissed him hard on his lips, trying to erase the

pain I saw. He held me gently but closely and

kissed me hungrily, taking full control. I held on to

him as we basked in each others’ hands. The

kissing grew fierce as his mouth strayed from mine

and his hands brought goose bumps to my body.

Something else would have happened right there, if

we hadn’t been interrupted by an insistent knock on

the office door.

Richard disengaged from me slowly and reluctantly,

irritated that we were being disturbed. I smiled.

The reaction of what we started was evident on

him; on us both.

I stood up and pulled Richard out of the couch, I

sat on the office chair, adjusting my tussled hair

while Richard crossed over to his seat asking his

secretary to come in.

Richard’s secretary came in and gave a report of a

patient who was rushed into the hospital. Two

doctors were already with the patient but they

were requesting Richard’s presence because the

patient has internal bleeding and might require

Richard’s skills if he stood a chance of survival.

This made Richard jump out of his seat. He kissed

me, asked me to take care of myself and was out

in a flash.

I smiled, feeling a bit better even though we still

had a lot of things to settle. I picked up Richard’s

phone and took it out of standby. The first image

that propped up nearly made my eyes pop out of

their sockets. It was a picture of Kelvin and I in

what seemed like… a hug?


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