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Forgiven episode 3

“Blue and gold.”

“Are you certain?”

Oyindamola Otaiku nodded her approval while assessing the colour palette her sister displayed before her. “Blue for my husband, rose gold for me.” She wished she could fake her enthusiasm for their coming anniversary but he probably was more excited about it than she was. There was nothing to celebrate after 9 years of a childless marriage. She’d thought getting married early would cure of this ‘sickness’ but it seemed it was her punishment for having everything she could ever want in life. A man who gave her all that she wanted and understood her needs. Not once did she recall him worrying over the situation after the doctors confirmed she could never get pregnant. Her womb was too ‘hostile’ to house any baby.

Her cervical mucus was killing her husband’s sperms rather than guide them along. She remembered the words clearly. She’d thought it was something related to polyscystic ovary syndrome and the likes but it had to be this. Nothing was wrong with her husband as they’d initially thought. It wasn’t a minor problem that could be solved either. The problem was with her.

She was tired of going to bed with this knowledge every single night. She’d taken all the medicines she could take, supplements and herbs. She visited her dietician and followed her diet rules strictly. Exercises were not excluded. Her pastor had given her oils, given her prayers to pray into midnight and yet she felt her resolve weaken. She was beginning to suspect there was probably nothing wrong and they’d just wasted time doing all sorts. Their doctor in Birmingham suggested IVF four years ago at a time it wasn’t common in Nigeria. After much delibration, she’d given in. Just when she thought everything was going to be alright, down came her hopes and expectations in a pool of blood 3 months later.

“How’s Tahir by the way?” Her sister broke into her thoughts as she came back to join her on the couch in the living room upstairs. “If I didn’t know you as my sister, I would have thought you’ve given your husband love potion to drink.”

She rolled her eyes and looked away. The older woman obviously didn’t know what it felt like to live childless. Married to a man from the eastern part of Nigeria and on her second child within 2 and a half years, she wished they could swap wombs right now. Her sister had married late whereas she who married early had nothing to show forth. It almost felt like her sister was having the last laugh and a certain jealousy made her wonder perhaps the old prophet she’d gone to see last week was right.

What if her sister was using her glory?

“You know what I was thinking…pardon my crazy thoughts, but do you remember that part in the bible where Sarah was barren and asked her husband to sleep with the maid so he can have a child…”

“Tahir would never do that to me.”

“Or you would never allow him do that to you.” She threw some peanuts in her mouth and smiled like she knew something she wasn’t planning to reveal.

“You’re just saying that because you’re jealous.” She retorted. Just because she was older didn’t mean she could say nasty things about her husband or suggest thoughts she’d battled with in the past. Tahir had scolded her even when she tried suggesting it at a time. She remembered how he flared up and warned her never to let such thoughts cross her mind. Desperation pushed her to share her thoughts with him, but his response made her realise he loved her much more than she could ever imagine.

“I married you baby. Not because I wanted kids, but because I love you, in the good and bad times. And that love is enough to carry us through. I don’t care if we are old and gray and have no kids to our name. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made and this life of ours is beautiful with or without the kids.”

Her in-laws didn’t share the same views. She was glad her husband ensured they had little access to her. But she was tired of being seen as the witch in the Otaiku household. On the other hand, her sister wouldn’t stop coming up with several reasons why she was barren. Tahir was a noble man who worked for his money. There was no way he’d negotiated wealth for kids.

“Me, jealous…of what?” Yemi scoffed. “Is it money Ifeanyi doesn’t have? Or love he doesn’t know how to show me.”

She rubbed her throbbing temples. The woman was supposed to console her and not add to her worries. Olayemi wasn’t always this way or perhaps she’d never seen her true colours till recent. The rife began after she got married though they were never really close while growing up. It wasn’t her fault that their father had her with another woman or she was the only child of the woman he’d had an affair with outside marriage. The one that died during childbirth. She knew she was only alive because her father kept his watchful eyes on her, and it was a miracle they hadn’t swallowed her alive in the midst of 3 boys and 2 girls he had from his first and legal wife as Yemi didn’t stop reminding her.

Her step-mother would love this. She’d probably sent her daughter to harass and remind her of her status once more, of how she was reaping the fruit of what her mother had sown before she died.

“Then why are you doing this?”

“I’m here to advice you.”

Or you mean torture

“You’re doing a poor job about it sis.” She wanted to say worse but tried to smile amidst it all.

“Because the more he keeps petting you, the more he keeps making you think you don’t need to do anything.”

“And what am I going to do? Push him to go outside? What kind of woman does that even make me?”

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“Because the more he keeps petting you, the more he keeps making you think you don’t need to do anything.”

“And what am I going to do? Push him to go outside? What kind of woman does that even make me?”

“The sensible kind. What will happen to you if he comes home one day, with a new woman and a new child? You’re doing fine alright, sitting in your luxurious living room, decorating his house, wearing expensive clothes and working from home. Do you remember I was the one who insisted you tell him you need to work when he wanted you to stay home? I know how hard you fought with me, yet look at you now. Do you regret your decision? You’re your own boss and he’s yours. Why can’t you take that approach to having a child too?”

She inhaled deeply. “Can we just change the topic? This is just getting ridiculous by the day sis.” She glanced at her wristwatch before standing up. “I have to meet a client by 2 o’clock today and Tahir would be home by 6.” She wished she could politely ask her to leave too, but they had so much to do together and Yemi was better with colour blending than she was.

As they worked on finalizing her choice, Oyin tried to push her sister’s suggestion away as it lingered at the back of her mind. She loved Tahir, she would do anything for him, anything to make him happy, but would her love make her do something as drastic as her sister was suggesting?”

***

“Babe…”

Erin looked up when Chima called her attention to Miss Sulola as she approached the desk with her bag and she quickly adjusted minimized the page where she was watching one of p-square’s video online while maximizing the Microsoft office sheet she was working on. Internet wasn’t something she got freely back home and the only place she could get access without heavy restriction was here at the office. She was glad she was done for the day and she hoped the woman wasn’t planning to bombard her once more. Two days after the incident with her boss, she noticed the woman had given her a little breathing space compared to the past when it seemed as if she was a witch sent from her mother’s house to kill her before her time.

“Hey.” She acknowledged before dropping a folder on her desk. She removed her earplugs and looked up.

“Something urgent came up which I have to attend to. Can you look through these files before tomorrow’s meeting? I have done majority of it and I just need you and Chima to be sure it’s good to go.”

“Alright ma.”

“No excuses this time o.” She looked at the time and it was already 4p.m. Work was closing 5. Great timing.

“Yes ma.”

“When you’re done, just drop it on my desk, along with any pending documents I asked you to submit.”

She watched her leave and frowned when Chima wouldn’t take his eyes off her.

“What are you looking at?” She felt disgusted. Some guys were just shameless when staring at women. She couldn’t remember anyone staring at her that way.

“I’m admiring her shape na.”

She uttered a foul word and he looked down at her. “Instead of you to say you want them to look at you that way too, you’re there being jealous of another woman’s backside.”

“And why should I? I’m not an attention seeker like she is, neither do I want guys like you staring at me. It’s rude and just disgusting.”

“You can like to form. Just pass the folder and let’s start. I have to leave here soon before the rain starts. With the way the weather is starting to look one-kind. I can’t afford to get home drenched.”

It took a while before they were done and Erin wished she could leave early too. She had to also print the mails she’d been sent so the previous query incident wouldn’t repeat itself. She was at the printer when the rain began.

She was going to get home soaked today.

By the time she got back to pick her bag, almost everyone in the office had disappeared save for a few. She headed towards her superior’s office to drop the documents on her desk when Mr Otaiku stepped out and saw her.

Her heart skipped and she bent to greet him. “Good afternoon sir.”

“Hello…” Then as if recognizing her, he smiled briefly glancing at her hands. “How are you doing today?”

“Fine thank you sir.”

“Is that for me?”

“Oh no, it’s for Miss Sulola. I wanted to drop these on her table before leaving as she asked me to.”

“It’s fine then.”

She dropped the folder and looked up. “I hope you’re not planning to step out in the rain?”

“Uh, I guess I have no choice at the moment sir.” She managed a smile wishing her heart didn’t act irrational the way it did at the moment. “Thank you for the other day sir.”

“For what?”

“Two days ago when I..”

“Oh that, it’s fine. Really. I hope your family is doing well with everything at the moment.”

She nodded. “We’re trying.” When she saw him struggling with a few bags, she moved close to assist.

“You shouldn’t…” He protested.
She laughed. “It’s fine sir. From where I come from, the younger can’t see the older carrying things and not assist. I don’t mind at all.”

“Wow, I’m certainly not growing younger.” He teased and they both smiled. She saw him hesitate before releasing the laptop bag to her while he locked the door and they headed out together.

“Where do you stay if you don’t mind my asking…”

“Oshodi. I’ll take a bike or keke to the bustop and take a BRT from there.”

“Wow, that’s quite a journey. In this rain? Do you even have an umbrella?”

She saw his genuine look of concern and her heart melted. “I’m used to it.”

“Well, you shouldn’t.” He said as a matter of fact and she wondered how down to earth the man could be one minute and bossy the next. “See that’s the problem with us in this country. We should stop getting used to terrible things and demand somethings should be done about them.” They both stepped into the elevator and she stood quietly as he reached for the ground floor button.

“I wish I could do something about it but I’m afraid I can’t.”

He looked at her then. “Yes you can, because your little counts. The rain is just an example but I love people who see an opportunity in every situation and take a plunge. That’s a story for another day anyway.” Glancing at his Michael Kors wristwatch, he murmured, more like he was speaking to himself. “The traffic today is going to be crazy with this rain. I can drop you where you’ll get the BRT.”

She blinked. Had he just offered to help?

He confirmed her thoughts. “If the driver was here, I might have insisted he drop you home but since it’s just me, I’ll do the best I can.”

She bent again. “Thank you so much sir. God bless you sir…”

“It’s fine.”

Erin was still awed by everything even as her Boss drove out of the parking lot in the office and into the main road. She was probably dreaming and wondered how she could be so favored. She surreptiously glanced everywhere at the car but him, wondering how immaculate a Mercedes could look. A Mercedes benz C class to be precise. At one point she wondered if she wasn’t going to soil the seat with her slightly soaked skirt. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been in a car like this and tried to bask in the moment, wondering if she would ever get another chance like this. Wait till Laide and Adanna heard this.

The tinted glass almost made her scared but soon she relaxed when he broke into the silence that had crawled in between them when they finally got stuck in traffic.

“So…Miss—“

“Erinola Olaoye sir.”

“Nice. You didn’t initially strike me as a Yoruba girl.” He reached to turn on the radio switching between stations.

She smiled. “Are you Yoruba too?”

“Mum is Hausa, dad is Yoruba. Where does that leave me?” There was a softness to his eyes she admired and a neat but slightly accented English she immediately identified when he mentioned his roots.

“Hauruba.” She blurted and he gave her a weird look. When he got the joke, he joined her mirth.

He had a beautiful smile. “Really? Is that what they call it now?”

“I just came up with the word. Thing is my sister is a die hard romantic where she puts the names of two of her favorite couples in a TV show together. I remember when they were still airing one popular Spanish show When you’re mine. She called Pamela and Diego ‘Pamego’

“Oh, I know that show because my wife practically forced me to watch it with her when it was on. I thought she was going to demasculanize me by the time we were done.”

Erin laughed till water was coming out from her eyes. “I don’t think it’s that bad sir. It’s probably we who don’t dig all these soapoperas. They lie to us.”

“And people enjoy being lied to.”

“Exactly.”

Wow, they were really more in sync than she would have ever imagined

“You need to see when we fight for the remote when it’s time to watch soccer.”

“Arsenal for life.” She didn’t know where her boldness was coming from, but she was loving it.

He laughed. “You’re lucky we’re on the same team. I’d be pushing you out of the car right now.”

“I think it’s high time they remove that Wenger guy. We have been trophyless for too long! It’s his 16th season with arsenal and I wish they would just do something about it. We can’t keep dulling like this.”

She saw him nodding and continued. “My friends in Man U and Chelsea have finished yabbing me, especially when we lost to Birmingham city in the league cup finals. I heard Fabregas wants to dump us and move to Barcelona.”

“I think it’s just a rumor.”

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“Hopefully o. This one that our defender Sol has moved to Newcastle.”

He glanced at her shaking his head and laughing at the same time. “How does a girl like you know so much about football?”

She looked down briefly playing with her hands. “When my mum was alive, she used to tell me I was her son that came out as a girl. From sport, cars, movies, games and music. My Dad had no doubts about that.”

His eyes settled on her briefly and she blushed. “I think you make a fine lady.”

“Thank you.”

A familiar tune came on which she recognized as one of her favorite artistes. She began tapping her feet and bobbed her head subconsciously. “I still think Timbaland is one of the best record producer of all time.”

“Do you know a friend and I were arguing about this recently and he kept comparing Drake and Dre to the guy. It’s like comparing Eminem and whiz khalifa. I mean who does that?”

“Are you kidding me?” Erin’s eyes lit up. Gist like this got her pulse pumping. She wasn’t really into rap but she was quite familiar with the following list her Boss mentioned. Wherever music was concerned, she was on top list.

“Oh, so you know Eminem.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I practically sleep with my radio. I may look young but I’m not that young.” When she realized she’d said too much, she tried to apologise but he continued like she hadn’t just spoken to him like a friend.

“Interesting. You know your music well, I think our music industry is also coming up too. Last time I was in Dubai, they were playing one of these D-banj songs. Besides, one of our sponsors is launching a new leadership program in a few select schools and it would be good to have you tag along. I’ll ask Sulola about it. At least if you can learn one or two things that can help you with your whole IT program if that’s fine by you.”

“I would really love that. Thank you so much sir.” She smiled rubbing her hands against her thigh nervously. Who knew she would get opportunities dropping on her lap like this, without even struggling so much. God was really good to her using someone like her Boss to show her kindness.

“How are you finding the whole IT scheme? Learning any new thing?”

“I’ve learned a whole lot sir. My editing and communication skills are improving and I’m sure my logbook would be so full by the time I return to school.”

“I see you have a passion for what you do and that’s a start if you ask me.” He tapped on the wheel before settling a hand on his thigh drumming lean fingers on them and she looked away immediately. “I think you’ll do well and perhaps, there might be a future for you right here in the company if you’re up for the challenge.”

“I report to Miss Sulola everyday sir and I have done a few things I can show you that have helped improve my skills.” She jumped at the opportunity. “I’m open to any new opportunity that can help me become a better person and I enjoy working in your company. It’s going to help boost my CV.”

“Whoa!” He glanced at her briefly surprised but impressed. “That’s a leader in the making.”

And an ambitious one at that. She smiled basking in his acknowledgement of the kind of woman she was going to become in the future.

“How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“23.” She said without much ado.

“What school?”

“Unilag.”

“Not bad. I have friends currently in Lag. One is doing a Ph.D in psychology and another is a Masters Student in Law. I probably need to have one like you in…”

“International relations. The IT is just to obtain the practical experiences of sociology, communications in governmental and non-governmental organisations.”

“Then I hope you’ll attend other meetings we have coming up this month. We have foreign investors coming into the country in a few weeks time. I believe it will give you more exposure into your field. You sound like a woman ready to take the world by storm.”

“I will sir.” She laughed as they drew close to her destination. She sighed with relief though she wished they would prolong the conversation. The man had a magnetic personality that kept her talking and made her forget he was the Boss. He was down to earth and cared about his employees, even a temporary one like her.

He’s only empathizing with you because of what you told him about your mother’s death.

“So, would you text me when you get home?”

She nodded and then stopped. “I don’t have your number sir…”

“Oh sorry about that.” He called out his digits and she typed it in, buzzing briefly. It rang and he acknowledged it as hers.

“Thank you once again sir, I appreciate. Goodnight sir and drive safe.”

“Wait…” He stretched to pick a long umbrella from the backseat and passed it to her.

She thanked him again and stepped out. When he drove off, she ran to join the long queue while staring after him.

If only he wasn’t married. She sighed.

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Episode 4

When Tahir got home, meeting his wife in a sour mood wasn’t new, but today, there was just something about her that turned him off immediately he leaned close to kiss her.

“How was your day?” She asked in a clipped voice.

“Same as usual. How was yours?” He settled into the bed to remove his shoes while struggling with his tie. The rain had grown heavier and his mind briefly flashed to the young girl he’d dropped on the way. He suddenly wished perhaps he’d taken her farther in order to avoid the sullen woman standing before him. Traffic had been the way he predicted and worse, it was past 9 already and all he needed right now was a good bath, warm food and perhaps his wife’s body keeping him warm tonight. He had a few things to check on his laptop tonight but perhaps he could wake early to finish it before resumption tomorrow. Oyin used the MAC desktop and there was no way he was going to struggle with working on her station by midnight.

“Yemi came over today and she was as annoying as ever.”

He closed his eyes inhaling deeply. He should have known the woman was the reason for her sour mood. If he was superstitious, he’d have thought her a witch but she was just a bully who obviously enjoyed torturing her younger sister. At first, he’d thought it was out of love, but it was becoming something else. He would have forbidden her to come, but his wife wouldn’t let him.

“Maybe the day you realise she’s more of a thorn in your flesh than a sister, you’ll decide to let me step in and ban her from stepping foot into this house.”

“So that my parents can carry my name around that I won’t allow them to come see me?” She raised an eyebrow on that perfectly structured oval face of hers. She was wearing a green kaftan gown, his favorite colour and he was tempted to just kiss her and have her not say anything for hours. Her weave which was beginning to look like her real hair fell over slim shoulders and arms folded across a modest bustline. At one point, he wondered if she was ever going to age at all though her scowl was making her look less than beautiful at the moment. “It’s enough that our current situation gets people talking. The last thing I want to do right now is add to their list of gossip.”

He’d never known he would come to get tired of this, and not today of all days when their anniversary was a few days away. “Babe, can we just put these people aside and focus on us. Right now, the last thing I need to do is talk about people who are not putting food on my table or sleeping beside me at night.”

“ Your bath is ready. I’ll serve your dinner.” And she walked out.

He was about to run after her but thought better of it instead and decided to clean up. Besides, she wasn’t going to let him touch her with his ‘work’ hands.

His stomach growled on stepping into the living room and he saw her sitting on the sofa watching one of her soapoperas. The food on the table called to him and he wished she wasn’t being so sulky this evening.

“Will you join me or you prefer to watch TV?”

It took a while before she responded and she practically dragged her feet to the table. When she served him, he reached behind her and kissed her nape.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

He placed his hands on hers and she stopped. Turning her to face him, he cupped her face in his hands, kissing her softly at first and then passionately while running his fingers through her hair. It was when he broke free he saw her tears.

“Ifemi, what’s wrong.”

“I just feel lonely when you’re gone. If I had a child to love or just…I know we’ve talked about this time and time again but I’m wondering if we could just adopt a child y’know.”

He placed his head against hers and sighed. He’d been thinking of adoption too but his parents didn’t want it. Oyinda was aware of their decision years back but she wanted him to try and convince them again.

Trying to convince the future grandparents of any child they were going to have was the last thing on his plate right now. Especially not now when he was about attaining the highest pinnacle of his career and he needed to focus more on work at the moment.

“Can we talk about this later?” His stomach growled again and right now he needed to eat and rest before thinking about a topic that brought him great headache. She had to be sensitive about his feelings too and he was tempted to grow upset but relaxed into the chair instead.

Serving himself when she chose not to, he dug into his food praying she would say something else to break the tension between them, but she only strolled back to the sofa and continued watching her favorite show.

If she wanted to act like a child, fine by him. She couldn’t keep manipulating him this way, neither was he ready to babysit her tonight and he accepted his fate that he might have to sleep without her love as he’d wished he would.

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