life after wedding (belina season 2) Finale Episode



Ronke and Pastor Adetutu arrived at the massive

building which obviously belongs to Chief Rammon.

All through the extensive drive from Abuja to

Lagos, Ronke hadn’t been able to stop her racing

heart. She was exceedingly grateful to have the

pastor with her. She had explained everything to

her pastor who had encouraged her to meet the

man to confess and give him the remaining money.

It had been so simple earlier: arrive at the house,

kneel down and cry till she is forgiven and walk out

with a light heart and a peaceful smile. Now,

staring at the gate, she doubted it would be that


They were let in by the house help and seated at

the reception while the girl went in to call the

chief, they were lucky to meet him at home. Chief

Rammon took one look at Ronke and yelled. He was

in front of her in a flash, lifting her with his arms

and shaking her like a ragged doll. “You this thief.

You have the guts to show your filthy face here.

We are going to the police station now” he yelled.

Pastor Adetutu tried to break his hold and finally

succeeded after almost two minutes.

His wife appeared before they knew what was

happening. “What is going on here?” she asked.

Obviously, the chief hadn’t told his wife the truth

about what happened. The money Ronke stole had

caused serious financial crisis and they had to sell

three of their properties and withdraw almost

everything in the family account to pay off the

debt. He ranted the lie he had told his wife

months ago; that Ronke was the one he had given a

lift in his car who stole his briefcase. Ronke

yelled, stating the fact that everything he said

was a lie. She narrated everything that had

happened even though the chief tried to cut her

shut every now and then. The wrath of his wife

turned to him immediately, and for a while, she

and the pastor could as well be invisible because

they just sat there looking. The pastor settled the

raging war between them in order to face the

reason why they came.

Ronke knelt down and pleaded. She presented the

remaining money. After explaining all the events in

her life right from the time she was born; how

that she never knew her parents and that she was

picked up from the dustbin by a good woman who

later died when she was ten, everyone became

soft-hearted. She explained that she had since

then learnt to survive on her own, depending on

men for her food, hereby becoming a harlot since

she had no certificate to tender anywhere apart

from her school cert. The pastor intervened and

explained how she had become born again and had

since then stopped spending the stolen money. God

used the wife who stated that if her husband gets

the girl arrested, she would also file for a divorce.

Ronke left the house, not only forgiven and light-

hearted but also with some money to start a small




The silence that greeted the gun shot was deadly. I

was not seeing well, my face was blurry and

everyone seemed to have frozen in their various

positions. Slowly, like in all those action movies I

usually watch at times, I watched as the gun

slipped from Oyinade’s hand and landed on the floor

with a thud. The fact that no one was talking

made the sound louder than usual. Just then,

Richard, who had covered me, left my arms to look

at what was happening. Suddenly, I was seeing

clearly and what I started seeing became confusing.

Oyinade slipped to the floor in pain as she

grimaced. She hadn’t even pulled the trigger when

she felt a searing pain go through her. Someone

emerged from the croud, gun in hand. I looked at

the man as I remembered when I had seen the man.

It was weeks after I found out that Mr Jegas was

my real father. Mr. Badmus, my step-father had

introduced him to me as Inspector Sule. He was the

one who investigated Tunji’s murder case and

detained Mr Badmus as a suspect. They had become

friends after the incident and luckily for everyone,

Mr. Badmus had invited him for the naming

ceremony. How Oyinade had passed the security men

we had around to guard the place was still a


Inspector Sule apparently goes everywhere with a

gun and I thanked God and am still thanking God

for that attribute. I ran towards my mother-in-

law and took my baby with tears in my eyes.

Richard came and held me tenderly, whispering

comforting words. After some minutes, he went to

hold his mum who was trying to be brave but was

still physically shaken. Everyone started murmuring

at the same time and we watched as Inspector Sule

and some of the police officers dragged a hurt

Oyinade out of the premises.

“Damn you all, damn you” she yelled with very

little strength as she was being dragged out.

Everyone started thanking God, all at once and I

decided I had had enough for one day. That such a

wonderful day hadn’t been turned to a day of

mourning is something I would forever be grateful

to God for. I swallowed as Richard kissed my head,

kissed little Roland affectionately and led us inside.

Family members came inside some minutes later to

help us drive away the thought of what just

happened. Trust Prisca in such a situation, she

made a joke that had everyone laughing. Before we

knew it, the incident was almost forgotten. Roland

woke up and demanded his food and I excused

myself and made for the bedroom. After breast-

feeding him, I placed him on the bed, staring at

him for sometime. His smile and everything he did

fascinated me. I swallowed as I remembered the

incident that just occurred, and then something

told me that God allowed it. God must have allowed

Oyinade to come in order to get her out of the

streets and into the net of the police. I felt happy

that she would not be bothering us anymore.

“Sweetheart” Richard called as he entered the

room. I looked up with a smile as I tried to zip the

gown I had changed into. “Let me help you with

that” he whispered, coming over to my back to pull

the zip.

“I was scared, so scared” I whispered. He turned

me around and I faced him. “I was much more

scared. Come here” he held me against him

affectionately in a tight hug like he was trying to

glue us together. “It is all over now”

‘On our wedding day, I never thought we would

experience any itch in our marriage. It was so

perfect that I felt it would always be like that.

But every marriage has its own tests, ours is the

issue of children, others can be financial problems

or even trust. The most important thing is sticking

with God through it all. The devil would always try

to scatter a union and he would not come

personally but would use agents. Just like I love my

Richard, love your husband dearly, even more. It is

not enough to love, tell them regularly, show it in

your actions. Let the love in your house grow

instead of diminish. Whenever something goes

wrong, discuss it and trash it out immediately.

Don’t keep ANYTHING from your spouse. To all the

singles who are in love with someone but their love

is not reciprocated, it happens. Don’t try to force

your love on them. Love cannot be forced. It comes

on its own. If one person does not love you,

another person will and would love you more than

you can ever imagine but until you see that person,

respect yourself. Don’t jump from one man’s bed

to the other because you think that abstinence is

old-fashioned. Many things happened and would still

happen in our family. Even Prisca has gone through

so many things in her marriage, no one has a

perfect marriage without troubles. Through it all,

the most important things are: God, trust and love.

With all these, you can overcome all things’. I

closed my diary and carried my plate of snacks.

Richard woke up from his nap and came over to join

me in the sitting room where I was eating prawn

crackers and drinking juice. He grabbed the plate

from my arms and stuffed his mouth with prawn


I scoffed. “That was unfair” I tried to collect the

plate from him but he would not give it up.

“Are you the only one that loves enjoyment?” He

asked with a cynical smile. I finally gave up and

resigned to lie on the chair, with my head on his

lap. He fed me crackers and fed himself also.

“Roland is still asleep?” I asked and he nodded. I

shook my head and sighed. “That is good. He hasn’t

given me a minute of rest. I am sure he took his

crying habit from you” I said.

Richard scoffed. “Definitely not. I was as gentle as

a dove” he said defensively.

“Dove? I barely had two hours of sleep when I was

nursing you” we heard Richard’s mum say,

approaching us. She had been in our house for

about a week now, since the naming. My mum is

still around and has been around before I delivered,

to monitor me, being my first child. I was very

grateful to have both women around. My mother-

in-law has proved to be the best woman to have as

your mother-in-law and I am very happy everything

is settled between her and Richard.

I smiled at Richard. “Told you” I murmured


Richard’s eyes rotated from his mum to me. “I feel

a conspiracy here. The ladies in this house are

conspiring against the men.”

I laughed. “Just accept the fact that you were a

big mouthed crying baby”

He frowned. “Definitely not”. I laughed heartily.

“Well, let me leave you two to your argument. I am

hungry” she marched into the kitchen.

I looked at Richard with a smile on my face. He

threw his hands up in surrender. “Well, poor you.

You would have to deal with many big mouthed

crying babies. What are we going to do about

that?” he looked sympathetic.

I sighed. “Nothing, fortunately”. We laughed at our

little drama.

“Honey, what do you think about having a business

of your own? I mean, being in BRP would not be

very convenient for you now that there is a baby

but if you have a private business like Prisca does,

you would enjoy yourself and also have enough time

to yourself and Roland; also the other big mouthed

crying children on the way.”

I shook my head as I stared at him. “You know the

problem with having two sisters marry two best

friends, they all think the same way”.

He shook his head, “This has nothing to do with

them baby”. I smiled. I had thought of it, only I

did not mention it. My assistant in BRP Hospital is

doing a good job.

“Is your account full enough to accommodate what

I have in mind? It would be very capital intensive”

I said, sitting up with a grin on my face. He

squared his shoulders, adjusted his body hugging

top to present the posture of a rich man.

“Try me”. I laughed and hugged him.

“Thank you darling” I whispered kissing him all

over his face. He looked at me and I knew where

this was going.

“I was thinking of something else to deliver your

appreciation” he whispered.

I raised my brow. “Hmmm… I guess we could really

do something before your son wakes up” I breathed.

Roland’s piercing cry rang out just then and I

smiled faintly. “I guess not” and ran to the room,

leaving Richard to brood over his loss.

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