TWIST OF FATE: #25

‘This man keeps getting on my nerves. He just doesn't listen to simple reasoning.' Titilola stormed into Naomi's office and slumped unto the visitor's sofa in exasperation.
Naomi looked up from the novel she was reading and grinned at her step-daughter.
‘I am assuming you are referring to Kingsley Wright, my capable manager?' She teased lightly. Titilola scowled at her.
Kingsley Wright was a young man she used to know when she was selling provisions in a small shop at the new market. He worked as a driver/delivery guy for an upcoming detergent company. He was jovial and friendly and was able to persuade her to start ordering his company's products which turned out to be of high quality. She eventually learned he was a graduate, an orphan with two younger siblings he was responsible for. He was also a part-time marketer for the same company. This allowed him to earn extra cash for all the products he was able to sell on his own.

He was sitting at the reception of Tuyil pharmaceuticals, waiting for the opportunity to see the Human Resource manager and submit his resume. Naomi was on her way out, having just concluded a meeting with the head of Sales and Marketing unit, Mr. Arowosaye when she saw him. She recognized him immediately.
‘Kings, what are you doing here?' She smiled as she approached him.
‘Good afternoon ma'am. I came to submit my resume. My company downsized and I was affected.' He curtseyed with a warm smile. ‘You look good.' He added almost immediately. She laughed softly.
‘Thank you. Can you come with me now if you have the chance or you would rather come tomorrow?' She held out her card to him.
‘I will come with you if I won't be a bother. Thank you. God bless you.' He prayed fervently as he hurried after her.
She needed a store manager when they met and she employed him without looking at his resume. She had never regretted her action.
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‘So what is the issue this time around?' Naomi asked with a smile.
‘I'm in charge of the ladies and children section. He won't even give me a free reign. He kept insisting I'm not experienced enough to handle the unit on my own. How dare he?' She glared at the door as if the man had just materialized.
‘Titi dear, you have to admit he is more experienced than you are. If you really want to know what this business is all about, you need humility and ability to control your emotions, no matter the situation.' Naomi told her quietly.
‘Are you on his side, mama mi?'Titilola's eye narrowed at her as she sat up in the chair. Naomi laughed softly.
‘Come here, girl.' She patted the space beside her on the love seat. Titilola stood up and went to sit down beside her grudgingly. She put her arms around her shoulders companionably.
‘If you want to be respected and appreciated for your effort, you have to earn it by being submissive, humble and even-tempered. When you do, you will have the opportunity to see your ideas and dreams come to reality without anyone questioning you.' Naomi looked down at her upturned face. Titilola sighed heavily and studied her fingers.
‘You are right, ma'am. I will try not to be a spoilt brat again.' She smiled ruefully as she glanced up at the older woman.
‘It is okay, dear. You are still learning. It is glad I am that a man is alive that can ruffle your feather apart from Joseph.' Naomi smiled at her.
‘He just gets on my nerves. Ruffle my feather ke? They never born that man oo.' She scowled as she got to her feet and flounced out of her office.
Naomi laughed heartily as she picked up her novel and continued from where she stopped.
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Rebecca was settling into her seat with her sleepy super-excited kid beside her. She had tucked their hand luggage unto the space allocated to them and made sure they were sitting not too far from the toilet in case her son needed to ease himself.
‘When is the plane taking off, mum?' He asked excitedly, even as his voice was slurred with sleep.
‘We will be in the air any moment from now but I am sure you will be sleeping by then.' Rebecca grinned into his sleepy eyes. She was still pinching herself to be sure she wasn't dreaming. She promised to pin Roseline in a corner at the first opportunity and dragged every secret out of her.
True to her word, she had sent Ramsey's address in the U.S.A and arranged her travel plans. She was traveling in a business class cabin with her son to Manchester. She hadn't even flown in that cabin when her father was alive! An involuntary grin spread across her face.
‘I don't want to fall asleep.' He whined sleepily.
‘Sleep little one. The journey will be boring. When you wake up, we will be out of Nigeria.' She grinned down at him and he grinned back.
‘I love you, mum' He whispered as his eyes drifted closed.
‘I love you too, son.' She bent to kiss his cheek.
‘Please kiss me goodnight too.' A familiar voice teased from behind her. She stiffened slightly before she turned around and looked at the man standing beside her.
‘Joseph! What are you doing here?' She screamed before she covered her mouth when a few head turned to give her a disapproving look.
The plane lurched slightly as it started taxing down the runaway and he lurched forward slightly, careening into her.
‘Damn, I almost missed the flight. This week has been overwhelming. I'm so glad to get away.' He sighed as he held her away and spread his legs to balance himself. He stowed his hand luggage above them.
‘You are on vacation?' She asked curiously as she took her seat. He took the seat beside her and sighed.
‘Yes. I am going to enjoy every moment of it.' He vowed to himself. She laughed heartily.
They talked and laughed and were just dozing off when they had to disembark for the connecting flight. Michael slept throughout while Joseph carried him as they passed through immigration. Joseph put them in a taxi, paid the cab driver and sent them on their way. He took another taxi to his hotel room.
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Michael woke up on their way to Roseline's apartment and peered out through the window in curiosity.
‘It is very cold.' He whispered into his mother's ear.
‘Yes, it is. We are no longer in Nigeria.' His mother smiled at him.
‘This is so cool. So we are going to see Aunt Roseline and her sister, Caitlin, right?' He pressed his face to the window, trying to take in all the sight at once.
‘That is right. We are almost there.' Rebecca brought out her cell phone and dialed a number.
‘I'm waiting outside the apartment.' Roseline's laughing voice cut through the phone.
The cab turned a corner and a blonde could be seen outside the tall blocks of the apartment, waving her hands up and down.
‘Ya friend‘s sure eager to see ya.' The cabman's amused voice reached her as he pulled up in front of the building, a few feet from the excited woman.
‘Yes, it has been a long time' Rebecca's English accent thickened but she was grinning widely. She threw the car door open and jumped out before the cabman could open it for her.
The two women flew into each other's arms and hugged tightly, rocking from side to side.
‘I miss you.' Roseline's voice ached with unshed tears but she was smiling.
‘I miss you more, my rose.' They disengaged and grinned foolishly at each other.
‘Com and take this little man out of the cold, young woman.' The cabman loaded their luggage on the sidewalk.
‘This must be Michael. Hi love.' Roseline scooped him up with a smile and followed the cabman into her apartment building while Rebecca followed behind with the hand luggage.
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Joseph ran into Becky and Roseline in the shopping mall on his way from Coker office, London branch and got invited to the wedding formally. He was also invited to Alex's bachelor eve party. The eve party had gone extremely well, full of fun and dirty trick and women and lots of drinks to go around.
He returned to his hotel room at dawn to prepare for the wedding reception and party. He took a short nap, showered and dressed up before he drove over to Roseline's apartment in his rented car to see her before they moved to the church.
He mentioned his name to the security man on duty and was buzzed through to the apartment.
‘Hi, Uncle Joe.' Michael left the dining table where he was taking his breakfast to hug him exuberantly.
‘How are you, cupcake?' He lifted him up and dropped a kiss on his pouted lips.
‘I'm fine. That is Caitlin, Aunt Roseline's sister.' He scrambled down to pull the shy girl forward.
‘Hi.' The little girl flashed him a shy smile.
‘Hello, beautiful. How are you this morning?' He tugged playfully at her pigtail as he grinned down at her.
‘I am fine. How come you are fair in complexion? I thought Nigerian men are black.' She peered at him from beneath her blond eyebrow.
‘Well, we are blacks but not all of us have a black complexion in the literary sense.' He smiled at her, hoping she understood his answer.
‘Michael is fair too. He looks like you. Are you his father?' She asked curiously, looking from one to the other. Joseph felt a curious pang in his chest as he looked down at the little boy.
‘No, he is not my daddy. My daddy ran away from us. I am glad he is gone because he makes my mum cry in the night.' Michael shook his head vigorously in denial. Joseph's eyes narrowed in anger.
‘He made your mummy cry?' He asked in a casual voice. Michael nodded. Joseph swore beneath his voice. Caitlin stared at him in fascination, her young heart fluttering in her chest.
‘Are you going to protect Michael and Becky? I like both of them a lot.' She looked up at him with adoring eyes.
‘I will try my best. Go and finish your breakfast. I want to see the bride before she leaves for church.' He took their hands and led them back to the dining table.
‘She should be in her room with a couple of her friends, dressing up. We are waiting for Becky to come and dress us up for the church.' Caitlin informed him as she sat down.
‘Thank you, beautiful. I will be right back.' Joseph planted a kiss on her cheek and strolled away.
Caitlin blushed furiously as she raised her palms to her hot cheeks and Michael grinned at her.
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Joseph moved towards the sound of muted voices but got confused as he stared down the corridor. He was standing, directly opposite a room while there was another one at the end of the corridor. Both doors were closed. He knocked gently on the first door, consistently before he eased the door open a crack. Becky came out of the bathroom, droplets of water running down her body and a towel around her middle. His mouth watered and his hormone started humming as he pushed the door open and stepped in.
‘Joseph, what are you doing here?' Rebecca nearly jumped out of her skin when she spotted him by the door.
‘I came to drop Roseline's gift before she leaves for the church.' His gaze openly caressed her from her face to her bare legs. Her feet curled on the warm rug and she held on to her towel with a hand unconsciously.
‘She is dressing up in the other room. I need to do the same so I can get the kids ready for church. Where is the gift?' She took an involuntary step backward, even as she held out her hand. He opened his blazers and brought out a box. It was a well-wrapped Cartier box of jewelry.
‘This is too much, Joseph.' Rebecca knew without opening the box that it contained a set of jewelry.
‘Please open it and let me know if she is going to like it.' He demanded anxiously as he closed the distance between them. She opened the wrap carefully and gasped at the set of diamond wrist-watch, earrings, and neck chain winking at her.
‘It is beautiful' she breathed fervently as she stared down at it before she looked up at him. He was staring at her mouth. ‘She will love it. Thank you.' She smiled at him. He heaved a visible sigh of relieve.
‘Thank God for that. You women are the most complicated creatures I ever come across.' He grinned as he stepped closer and cupped her cheek.
‘You are not serious. Get away from me.' She laughed lightly as she tried to move away. He took the box from her hand, snapped it close and threw it on the bed.
‘Let's get this out of the way.' His voice was husky as he kissed her fully on the lips. She stiffened briefly as she laid her hands on his chest to push him away. He rubbed his lips over hers, lightly till it softened beneath his.
She sighed inaudibly as she kissed him back. Her hands went around his neck and she pressed her body against his in total surrender. His tenuous hold on his control snapped as he kissed her greedily and hungrily, his hands all over her body.
He tugged at the towel and it slithered down her body. The awareness took rot in her mind and she tried to break the kiss.
He swept her up and laid her on the bed.
‘Becky, I miss you. You are beautiful.' He groaned as he licked her earlobe, the tip of his finger carving a map over her neck, throat and the curve of her breast. Her nipples tightened and she moaned involuntarily.
‘Becky, Are you ready?' There was a sharp knock on the door as Roseline's voice penetrated the fog of passion between them.
They both groaned collectively and went very still. Joseph buried his face in the curve of her throat and tried to still his pounding heartbeat.
‘I will be out in a moment.' Becky answered but her voice was husky and she coughed to clear it.
‘Please bring my box of veil when you are coming.' Roseline's voice receded as she walked away.
‘I need to get dressed for church.' She murmured quietly, He stared down at her face for several seconds before giving himself a mental shake.
‘Where will Caitlin stay when the couple leaves for honeymoon?' He asked quietly. She frowned in confusion.
‘I don't know. We were discussing it the other time. Roseline is her only relative. Her father's family doesn't care about her existence. I think they are thinking of canceling out the honeymoon plan if they can't think of anywhere for her to stay while they are away.' Her voice was sad as she looked away.
‘You don't want to take her with you? I am sure the honeymoon can't be more than two weeks.' He frowned at her. She sighed sadly.
‘I want to take her with me. I wish to but I can't afford it.' She glared briefly at him. He was silent for a while.
‘I don't know how fast her visa can be arranged. She can stay with you while I handle the bill. She can't be that much of a liability, right?' He teased lightly.
‘Are you sure?' Hope flared in her eyes.
‘Get dressed. The bride is waiting.' He grinned as he lifted himself up, picked up the gift and walked out without another word.
Rebecca exhaled slowly as she sat up in bed and reached slowly for her towel that was still on the rug. Her mind acknowledged the fact that they had nearly made love and her body craved for it desperately. She sighed longingly and started preparing for church.

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TWIST OF FATE: #24

The sun was streaming into his room through the open curtains the next time he opened his eyes. He raised sleepy eyes to the wall clock. It was 7.45am.
‘Jesus Christ!' He jumped out of bed and looked around frantically. The little boy was not in bed. He picked up his t-shirt and ran out of his room. He followed the sound of voices to the kitchen.
Michael was finishing a cup of coco pops at the kitchen table when he walked in. He was fully dressed in his school Friday wear and his school and food bags were on the floor. He was chatting non-stop to Naomi who was just cleaning the kitchen sink.
‘Thank you, Mum. You are a lifesaver. Becky would have had my head this morning.' He breathed a sigh of relieve.
‘You are welcome.' Naomi grinned at him, even though her eyes were full of questions.
‘Good morning cupcake. Hope you slept well?' Joseph bent beside the little boy.
‘Good morning, Uncle Joe. Yes, I did.' He flung his arms around his neck in an affectionate hug. Joseph's throat constricted. ‘I like your mummy. Can I really call her Gran?' He whispered but Naomi heard him. She picked up her phone and took their pictures together.
‘Let me see it, gran. I love pictures.' Michael ran over to peek at the phone. Naomi grinned as she crouched for him to see the pictures of him and Joseph.
‘It is great. It is time for school or else you will be late.' Naomi picked up his school bag and put it on his back.
Joseph picked up his food bag and strolled out with his little hand tucked securely in his. ‘Are you taking me to school in your car, Uncle Joe?' He was asking excitedly as he hopped beside him.
Naomi didn't hear his response but she sighed as she stared down at the pictures.
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‘Naomi, you have been sighing repeatedly and pretending to sleep. What is the problem?' Olayemi sat up in bed and turned on the bedside lamp. He stared at her back.
‘I'm sorry for keeping you awake.' She gave him an apologetic smile as she sat up too.
‘What is it?' He ignored her apologies. His look turned into confusion when she picked up her phone and flipped through her gallery.
‘What does this picture says to you?' She asked him when she gave him the phone. He stared at it in silence for several minutes.
‘I know what you are seeing but looks alone do not determine the paternity of a child.' He began tentatively, glancing at her.
‘Really?' She raised an eyebrow at him.
‘Well, it is part of it. Why are you worrying about it, dear? Time will take care of everything.' He pulled her into his embrace.
‘You don't get it, Ola mi. He is completely ignorant simply because he doesn't believe she will keep such a thing as a secret from him. This fragile relationship will break into pieces if he finds out by chance. I'm worried about both of them.' The worry was evidenced on her creased brow.
‘Quit worrying, Ife. There is nothing you can do about it. If they are meant to be, they will find their way to each other's heart.' He kissed her brow. ‘Don't interfere either. It is none of your business.' He warned mildly. She laughed and snuggled against him.
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‘What exactly is going on, Joseph? Why have you been avoiding me?' Barbara placed her bag in the middle of his table and glared at him with a hand on her curved hips.
Joseph sighed inaudibly. He cursed the fate that had brought him to their Lagos branch this week. That fate was his father and canny Grannie. The motor parts assembling branch of the Coker's group of company was undergoing some internal issues. He studied mechanical engineering because he loved machines, especially cars. Olayemi was aware of this and had transferred him temporarily to the Lagos branch on automatic promotion to senior partner. The package has been too sweet to resist and his father knew it. Willy old man, he thought in weary resignation.
‘I'm sorry, sweet. I have been quite busy.' He looked at her with a boyish grin. He had met Barbara a few weeks before the attack on his life at a conference. It had been a short sizzling affair but he enjoyed her body and mind immensely. He still admired it in the clinging grey pants trouser and white silk shirt she wore. She was a junior executive in an advertising company.
‘Hmm. What happened to your face?' He could tell she was already forgiving him as he came to stand in front of his desk, her unique scent tantalizing his nostril.
‘I had an accident but I am fine now.' He grinned as he got to his feet and hoisted her unto his table. Her legs curled around his waist.
‘Aw! You didn't tell me. I would have come to visit and take care of you.' She pouted her small lips in disapproval and he placed a kiss on it.
‘I am sorry, dear.' He nuzzled her neck and hugged her against him.
‘Joseph, please can you go through this report for me?' The door opened abruptly as Elizabeth strode in without knocking. She gaped in absolute shock that rapidly turned to anger. She worked as personal assistant for the operation manager of the assembling plant.
‘How can I help you, Lizzy?' Joseph raised his head without releasing Barbara who was turned around in disapproval at the rude intrusion.
‘What the hell is going on here? Who is she by the way?' Elizabeth threw down the report on the office table and glared at her.
‘Who are you, madam secretary? Why did you think you can barge in here without knocking?' Barbara pushed away from Joseph and faced her squarely. Joseph looked from one to the other in absolute confusion.
‘This is my man. I knew him when he was nothing. You heard me right. Don't you dare think you can snatch him from me when he is all clean up and rich.Get the hell away from here and don't ever come back. You are a Useless gold digging bitch!' Elizabeth sneered at her, shoving aggressively into her face. He groaned as he covered his face.
‘Go and tell that story to punch. It will earn you some much-needed cash. You are nothing but a low life secretary who slept her way to become personal assistant. Will you get out of here before you lose your job?' Barbara told her scathingly.
‘Shut up! The two of you should shut up and get out of my life.' He ordered coldly. They both turned to gape at him in disbelieve.
‘Get out or I will call the security for you two.' He reached for the phone. Barbara hissed as she picked up her bag and strode out, almost colliding with some employees who were eavesdropping at the door.
‘Joseph, I am sorry.' Elizabeth began as she lingered in the doorway.
‘You disappoint me, Lizzy. Get out of my office and close the door.' He turned away from her. She looked miserable as she went back to her office.
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‘I have never been so embarrassed and humiliated in my life.' Joseph mumbled as he navigated his way out of the airport traffic.
‘You are the ladies men.' Andrew roared with laughter at the miserable expression on his friend's face. It was his first trip out of the country, after his honeymoon vacation, making it the second time he would be leaving the country.
Joseph groaned loudly and refused to respond to the taunt.
‘Go and get married, young man. Marriage is sweet. I am talking from experience.' He teased as he slapped him on the back playfully.
‘Shut up. Is it because you are getting bleeped regularly? I still have the advantage of sampling different pussies.' He glared mockingly at her.
‘Different pussies come with different troubles. Stop playing around and stick to one. By the way, how is Becky's mum?' Andrew opened bottled water and drank deeply.
‘She is fine. She has been discharged and Michael has gone back home. I miss him dreadfully. I am suspecting mum missed him more. She kept giving me all these knowing looks. I just ignore her.' He shrugged ruefully.
‘She needs grandchildren, Joseph. Nothing is stopping you from giving her one. That reminds me. Bella is 3 months pregnant.' Andrew was nearly blushing as he grinned widely.
‘Congratulations, man. You are a sharpshooter. Damn, I am going to be a godfather.' Joseph grinned as he squeezed his kneecap affectionately.
‘Thank you. I can't wait to see and carry my baby. So what is happening between you and Becky?' Andrew gave him a solemn look.
‘I have located that bastard husband of hers. I have also implicated him, so I am sure the U.S government police will be over him any moment from now.' He smirked maliciously as he looked out the window. ‘I don't know how to persuade her to serve him a divorce letter though.' He sighed heavily.
‘I thought you said she has a friend called Rose who stayed in the U.K?' Andrew asked quietly. He nodded as he gave him a puzzled look. ‘Try and get in touch with her. I am sure she will be happy to help out. You may have to get in touch with Lizzy for her contact though.' Andrew suggested.
‘You are a genius, man. Getting her contact from Lizzy is easy as she is ready to do anything to get back into my good book. That girl is spoilt beyond redemption.' He shook his head in disgust.
Andrew laughed heartily.
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‘Hello, babe. How is your mum's health?' Roseline asked over the phone.
‘She is much better. She has resumed at the shop and it keeps her mind off issues she has no business thinking about.' Rebecca gave a resigned sigh.
‘She will be fine. Don't worry about it. I have good news. Alex proposed to me last night.' Roseline held her breath as she waited for the news to penetrate her friend's brain. Alexander stone was a friend to both Roseline and Rebecca when they were in school of medicine. He was also her colleague in North Manchester hospital where they both worked presently. They had never seen eye to eye in anything. Their relationship was more like cat and dog but Rebecca had always suspected there was an attraction brewing somewhere between the two, hidden in the constant animosity that took place between them.
Rebecca gave a loud whoop as she got to her feet and screamed with excitement. Roseline burst into a hearty laughter.
‘I know it! I said it. The two of you were always bickering like two old women. Tell me you said yes before I come over to wring your neck.' Rebecca paused midway around the room.
‘Of course, I said yes. I love him. He is such an incurable flirt. Half of the nurses in the hospital are in love with him.' Rebecca could almost see the pout on her friend's face. She laughed till her side aches.
‘You are just jealous. How is it his fault that he is one gorgeous, smart and intelligent Doctor? Count yourself, lucky babe.' Rebecca grinned as she sat down on her bed.
‘I am lucky. He is also lucky to have me. The wedding is taking place in three months time. That will give you enough time to get your ass over here. You are my maid of honor.' Roseline enthused over the phone. Rebecca was silent for a while.
‘Rose, you know I will love to be there but I can't just afford it. I wish I can.' She said sadly. Roseline laughed softly.
‘Do you have a valid passport? If you don't, go and renew your passport. Get Michael a passport too because I need to meet that young man before he is overgrown. Leave every other thing to me, I will sort it out.' She grinned mysteriously.
‘Roseline, are you high on love or something? Do you know how much it will cost to get us to the U.K?' Rebecca got to her feet restlessly. How she longed to see her friend again, she rubbed longingly at her chest. Roseline laughed again.
‘I'm so high on love, dearie. I want you to get drunk on it again. By the way, have you heard anything from that snake husband of yours?' Roseline's voice changed abruptly. Rebecca sighed audibly.
‘No, I have not. I wish to serve him a divorce letter. I want to be free from him totally and completely. I want to live my life without feeling guilty. I have paid enough for this one mistake I made.' She rubbed her aching forehead.
‘Yes, you will be free because I know where the idiot is located in Houston. I will send you the address as soon as I end this call.' Roseline's heart soared with joy.
‘Roseline Smith, you are suddenly filled with secrets. Will you tell me what is going on or I have to force it out of your throat?' Rebecca threatened half-heartedly.
‘I want you to come here and beat me, Becky. I miss you. I want to see you again. You will be fine.' Roseline whispered solemnly. Rebecca's throat ached with tears.
‘Aunt Rose, Alex is here to see you.' She heard Caitlin's voice in the background.
‘Say hi to Alex for me. I will talk to you later. I love you, girl.' Rebecca kissed the air with a smile.
‘Love you right back. Later.' Roseline went off the phone.
Rebecca sat down and stared into space with a silly grin on her face.


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TWIST OF FATE: #23

‘Tell me exactly why you are angry, Becky.' Joseph stared at her with a puzzled look.
‘I'm not angry.' She denied hotly, rapidly flipping through her brain for a reason. Damn, what did I get myself into? She thought in embarrassment.
‘You could have fooled me. You swear at me before you jumped into that cab yesterday. You jumped into an unknown cab just because you wanted to get away from me. I apologized for not staying home as advised but I know my body. I am perfectly okay except for the occasional twitches I felt from the healing wound. I am still taking my medications, the ones you prescribed. So please tell me where I went wrong.' He gestured with his hands.
‘I'm glad you are fine. It is okay then.' She nodded with a polite smile, hoping he would leave.
‘So why are you angry? Titilola is my sister from my father's side.' He explained quietly.
‘Your love life is none of my business.' She flared instantly and bit her lips afterward.
‘Really? Are you sure?' He was smiling as he covered the distance between them but she stepped back uncertainly.
‘Certainly. I am a married woman. Your love life and relationship doesn't concern me.' She used her strongest weapon and it effectively stopped him in his track but not for long.
‘Well, a married woman has no business getting jealousy because she saw her patient with a beautiful woman she thought she was dating and leaving in a huff.' He retorted acidly, raising an eyebrow at her. She raised her chin in pride.
‘Well, you may be right but I am not jealous. If that is settled, you may leave now please. I have to prepare for work.' She pointed to the door.
‘When do you get off duty?' He asked casually.
‘Tomorrow morning at 7 am. Why are you asking?' She asked curiously.
‘Tomorrow is Sunday. I will pick you up at 7 am. By the way, your son is such a cute little one.' He grinned at her.
‘Thank you. That is not necessary. I may not be ready to leave by then. Don't bother yourself.' She tried to dissuade him but it was an exercise in futility because he didn't even answer her. He turned towards the door.
‘Where is your husband, Becky?' The question came out of the blues, throwing her off-guard.
‘I don't know. I think the last time I heard he was somewhere in the U.S.A.' She mumbled in a defeated voice. He realized she was feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
‘I will see you tomorrow morning. Extend my regards to your mum and Michael.' He smiled but he was seething inwardly. Bastard! I will find you and make you pay for all you have done to her, he promised himself. He walked out of her home and closed the door with a gentle click behind him.
Rebecca dropped on the closest seat as she released her breath slowly and realized her legs were shaking. Damn you, Joe, you are the only one that gets my emotions moving up and down like a yo-yo, she swore inwardly but she was smiling.



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‘I'm worried about Kayode. He has locked himself in the room for the past few days and refused to come out.' Patricia turned worried gaze to Salmon. She had called him immediately they left the family meeting at the Coker's house and updated him. He sent a driver to pick them up the following morning and took them to the new rented duplex at Tanke. He had been a regular visitor since then but he didn't want to spend the night until his divorce was final with Ifeoma.
‘Kayode is a spoilt brat. I've tried to talk to him but he has been very rude and insolent. You did a bad job of raising him.' Salmon tried to soften his voice but his feelings came through, loud and clear. He had craved a male child all his life, albeit secretly. It was a rude shock to realize the one thing he wanted so much was a complete disappointment.
‘I know. I'm sorry about that but you need to give him time to adjust, considering the circumstances on the ground. He is still reeling from the shock of it all.' She protested weakly.
‘He is a man, Pat. Life happens all the time, we all need to deal with it the best way we can.' He paused. ‘What do you want to do about him?' He asked after a moment.
‘I've called Aliyah and begged her to come and talk to him if you don't mind.' She gave him a pleading sideways look. He shrugged with indifference.
‘I have no issue with that. So what do you plan to do with your life? Stay at home and continue to babysit your son?' He raised an eyebrow at her, half mocking.
‘It is not funny, Salmon. I will think of something. I've never worked all my life.' She picked at a thread in her dress.
‘Well, if you are contented with whatever I have to offer you and you won't start comparing me with the Almighty Coker, I will try my best to satisfy you.' He watched her bent head.
‘Don't be silly.' She sent him a reproving look beneath her eye-lashes.
‘It is the truth. To be forewarned is to be forearmed. It is refreshing to have a woman who is readily available at all time.' He teased as he bent over her. He captured her mouth as she opened it to give him a sharp retort and rubbed his hands all over her breasts through the cotton material of her gown. Her nipples stiffened instantly and she moaned into his mouth.
He pushed her gently unto her back as he deepened the kiss and wedged himself between her thighs.
‘Salmon, we are in the sitting room. Anyone could come in.' she panted out when she broke the kiss and tried to push him off.
‘I don't care. This is my house. Anyone coming in should knock if they don't want to witness what they are not supposed to.' He spared her a glance as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans along with his boxers. His arousal sprang free with its glistening head.
‘Ah…i think you should use protection or something?' She swallowed nervously as she tried to shift away but he was between her thighs and had raised her legs to his shoulders.
‘Can you get pregnant?' He asked absently as he tugged her pants to a side and slipped a finger in. An involuntary moan escaped her mouth as her hips jerked when he explored her moist depth gently. He smiled to himself as he watched her writhed and jerked with pleasure.
‘Oh, my' Her breath came faster. He held her legs apart and guided his manhood in, slowly. Her vagina walls tightened involuntarily around him and he groaned out loud as he increased the tempo until they both screamed with the climax.
***************


‘Go away. I don't want to talk to anybody.' Kayode shouted coldly when the knocking on his bedroom door went on incessantly.
‘I need to talk to you, Kay. It is important.' Aliyah responded coldly as she stared at the doorway. How did I imagine myself being in love with this coward? She thought annoyingly.
‘What do you want? I thought you don't want to marry me.' His voice was muffled.
‘I still don't want to marry you. Thank God I rejected your offer because I can't imagine being married to a coward who stayed in his bedroom just because life hit him.' She stated in a cold hard voice. She was about to leave his bedroom doorway when the key turned in the lock and the door slide open.
‘What do you want apart from insulting me?' His eyes were bloodshot and his voice was husky.
‘You stink, Kay. I give you ten minutes to clean up and meet me in the sitting room. If not, you will see the last of me and your son. You don't even care about him anyway. The time has started counting.' She tapped her slim gold wristwatch before she turned and walked away on her heels.
He swore ripely as he banged the door closed.
‘What the hell is wrong with you, Kay? Why are you giving your mother hell?' She rounded on him immediately he appeared a few minutes later, clad in a clean rumbled t-shirt and blue jeans.
‘What do you mean? Is she not the one who got me into this mess in the first place? She turned me into a laughing stock among my friends simply because she couldn't keep her legs closed. She messed up my life. Damn it!' He glared at her.
‘You messed up your life. Your paternity doesn't determine what you become in life. She is not responsible for your womanizing, boozing or messing around when your mates were busy excelling in life. Thank God you still have a father that is still willing to get you a decent job. Go out there and you will know the labor market is not smiling. Idiot.' She picked up her bag with a hiss.
‘What do you know? Do you know what it feels to be called a bastard?' He complained bitterly.
‘You are even complaining as if you care about the father you have always known all your life. Is it not the money and the lifestyle he gave you that you care about? Is that not why you wanted to kill his biological son? I am highly disappointed in you.' She paused. ‘Yes, I know what it means to be a bastard. Mr. Salmon is not my biological father but it changes nothing about who I am.' She headed for the door.
His jaw dropped in shock and awe. He caught her at the door.
‘Are you serious? Does that mean we can still marry?' He asked anxiously.
‘No, I am in a relationship with another man. I am in love with a man who doesn't whine and complains the way you do. You better brush up your act if you want your son to be proud of the man his father is.' She brushed away his arm and walked away.
‘I'm sorry, son, for all the shame I have caused you.' Patricia was standing a few feet away when he turned around. He looked very bleak.
‘Okay. When next is he coming back?' He asked shortly, refusing to refer to Salmon as Dad.
‘He will be here this evening' She replied quietly.
‘I will see him when he comes.' He went to the kitchen and went to get something to eat.
‘God bless you, Aliyah.' Patricia prayed fervently.
***************

The phone rang. Joseph stirred from sleep, burying his head deeper into the pillow. It rang continuously until his mind decided he wasn't dreaming. He reached out his hand and groped for it on the bedside table.
Why the hell didn't I switch this thing off before going to bed? He thought irritably as he tapped the phone and barked into it. He didn't open his eyes.
‘Who is this?'
‘I'm so sorry to wake you up, Joe. I need your help desperately.' It was Rebecca. He sat up abruptly in bed.
‘What is the problem?' His voice was husky with sleep.
‘My mum had a heart attack. Though she is stabilized now and the paramedics are on the way but I can't take Michael with me to the hospital. Can I drop him at your place on our way to the hospital? I will come and pick him in the morning.' Her voice wavered but she struggled to firm it.
‘I will be right over.' He tapped the phone and rolled out of bed.
Barely ten minutes later, he was driving into the big compound of the 3-story building at garage Offa where she was occupying a 3 bedroom apartment. The paramedics were already there and were loading the elderly woman into the hospital ambulance. Rebecca was already dressed in a black skirt and white shirt, partially covered by her lab coat. She rushed forward to meet him as he pulled to a stop.
‘Thank you. I appreciate you. I will get his stuff.' Her smile was wobbly at the edges, despite her brave appearance.
He pulled her into his arms for a full body hug and rubbed her back gently with firm strokes. Her arms tightened around his neck and she exhaled twice before her lips curved into a smile.
‘She will be fine. If there is any other way I can assist , don't hesitate to let me know.' He rubbed his forehead against her own and dropped a kiss on her nose before moving away.
‘You are doing it already. Thank you.' She felt better already.
‘I will get Michael.' He took the staircase two at a time and found his bedroom easily. The little boy was sitting up in bed, looking tousled and sleepy in his pajama tops and trousers.
‘Is grandma going to die?' His red lower lips jutted out as he looked up at him.
‘No, She is just a bit sick. She will be fine soon. Will you come with me to my house?' He crouched beside his bed with a smile.
‘Do you have a mummy? Can I call her grandma?' He asked curiously with a trembling smile.
‘Yes, you can. Let's get going so your mum can follow Grandma to the hospital.' He picked him up along with the bag beside the bed and was on his way out when Rebecca met them.
‘I will lock up and meet you shortly.' She marched action with words and joined them downstairs in a few seconds.
‘His school resume by 8 am. He takes cereals in the morning and I pack his lunch and snacks in the bag. Tomorrow is Friday and it is a half day. They closed at 1 am…' She trailed off with a smile when he turned laughing gaze at her.
‘Go away, Becky. We will be fine. I have a mother too, you know?' He teased as he opened the door and dropped the little boy in the passenger seat, adjusting it to a comfortable position.
‘Don't be naughty, Michael. Be good. Mummy loves you.' The ambulance's horn sounded impatient, interrupting her nervous tirade and she hurried away with a smile.
‘I like your car. I wish mummy can get a car too.' Michael mumbled at the tail end of a yawn.
‘She will have one very soon.' He smiled at him as he put the car into drive and drove out of the compound after the ambulance.
Michael was fast asleep by the time they get home.

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TWIST OF FATE: #23

‘So what can we offer you, Naomi? This is the first time you are truly visiting after you left years ago.' Afolake turned to her with a solemn smile.
Naomi's heart was heavy as she watched mother and son leave the house. She had once been in that position with an infant child, despite the fact that she had done nothing wrong to deserve the crude treatment from the same woman. She felt Patricia's grief and sorrow as if it was her own.
‘I'm okay for now.' Her smile was wooden and fake.
‘Come with me, Ife. Let me show you my old room when I was growing up.' Olayemi's boyish grin cut through her gloom like sunshine as he tugged at her hand and pulled her to her feet.
‘Please, Dad, show her the room and bring her back safely. I'm too old to have a little brother or sister.' Joseph stated solemnly without looking up from the phone he was pressing.
Naomi's jaw dropped in shock as she stared at her son while Olayemi roared with laughter. Afolake's eyes widened in surprise before she was shaking with mirth too.
‘You are an idiot, Joseph. Let's go before he made you change your mind.' Olayemi was still laughing when they left the room but Joseph knew his mother would plan a come-back for him. He would be waiting. He grinned at his Grandma.
‘Gran, are you coming for Andrew's wedding? It's in two weeks time.' He asked casually.
‘I won't miss it for the world. He is such a good boy. That reminds me. You were telling me about fundraising for the acres of land you wanted to purchase for your farming. Can I still come in somewhere?' Afolake gave him her complete attention.
‘Well, I won't mind if you can invest personally in it. I will talk to my lawyer to get in touch with you and draw up a contract. You go through it and let me have your opinion.' He glanced at her.
‘That is fine. My husband would have been very proud of you, son.' She nodded her approval.
‘Opemi, I told you I want to invest too. Is it because I am not as rich as Grandma?' Titi asked angrily.
‘Damn it, Titi. Go and invest your money elsewhere. I can give you my broker's number. This is not a family business. It belongs to me and Andrew. Gran is an experienced businesswoman whose experience I need right now. You are not.' He glared at her.
‘So? I trust you. I want to do business with you. Is something wrong with that?' Titilola glared back.
‘Fine. Go and talk to our lawyer.' Joseph stood up and stalked out of the room.
‘I am talking to you. You had better answer me now before I do something you won't believe.' Titilola followed him with a stubborn jut of her lips.
Afolake grinned with amusement as she reached for her phone and dialed her lawyer's number.
***************
‘I will let him know you checked on him when he gets back, Becky. I appreciate your time.' Naomi was saying as she walked the young woman to the door.
‘I am only doing my job. I am still not happy with the fact that he has resumed fully at work. He still has lots of healing to do.' She grumbled as she put on her flat sole shoes.
‘I know you are doing your job. Thank you all the same for the dedication.' Naomi tucked her tongue in her cheek.
The door opened as she reached for the doorknob. Joseph walked in with a fair beautiful woman. Her arm was around his waist and they were both laughing. Naomi watched as Rebecca's expression turned cold and unfriendly.
‘Good evening, Mr. Coker. I can see you are much better now.' She nodded to the lady politely before turning to Joseph.
‘Hmmm, yes I am. How are you, Becky?' He asked with a smile.
‘I am very well, thank you. I advised you to wait till next week before you resume fully at work but since it seems you are very much okay, my duty is fully done here.' Her gaze drifted over him coolly before she reached for the doorknob again.
‘Thank you. I will drop you off.' Joseph pushed his briefcase to Titilola and turned to follow her out of the sitting room.
‘Where are you going, darling? We just came in. The Doctor is already leaving anyway.' Titilola purred in a loud voice as she clung to Joseph's arms. Her beautiful pouty lips belied her laughing twinkling eyes.
‘Goodnight ma.' Becky marched out of the house without a second glance.
‘Good night dear.' Naomi choked back the laughter bubbling in her and answered with a straight face.
‘I will kill you, Titi. I swear.' Joseph glared at her before he dashed out after her.
‘Darling, please can I come along?' Titilola asked in a loud petulant voice which had Joseph hissing and swearing loudly.
The door closed with a resounding thud.
‘You are a bad child, Titi. What the hell are you doing that for?' Naomi chided her laughingly.
‘That is his Becky right?' Titi turned to confirm.
‘You know she is the one before you start your super acting skills.' Naomi glared at her. The young girl collapsed into a helpless giggle until she had no choice than to join her.
‘It is so obvious. She needs someone to make her come to her senses. She knew he is alright and keeps coming here under the pretense of caring for him. The green monster is written all over her face. I could almost hear her teeth grinding together.' Titilola collapsed into another peal of laughter.
‘You are quite right, naughty child that you are.' Naomi wiped at the tears coursing down her face.
‘How was your day, mama mi?' Titilola asked after a while.
‘It was busy. My orders came in today and I have a hell of a time clearing it from the port. This country is so messed up.' Naomi complained good-naturedly.
They were still gisting when Joseph barged in, frustrated and furious.
‘I lost her. She jumped into a taxi and ran away. I am sure she is not coming back here. The car key was with you. What the hell was that Broadway acts for?' He glared down at her.
‘What act are you talking about, Opemi? ‘Titilola batted her eyelids innocently.
‘You know what I am talking about. I can strangle you, Titi. I swear.' He hit his knuckled into his palm to keep from hitting her. She stopped laughing and gave him a steady look.
‘Do you really want her or you wanted what you used to have? You have not made any attempt to seek her out unless she comes here. If you truly want her, what is the like of Elizabeth and Barbara still doing in your life?' She asked quietly. Joseph stared at her in shock as he felt the anger draining out of him. ‘What makes you different from her husband, Opemi?' She held his gaze directly.
‘Good questions, Titi.' Naomi reached over and placed a kiss on her forehead, on both cheeks and her lips. ‘I love you, dear.' She smiled at the young girl.
‘I love you too, mama mi.' Tears filled Titilola's eyes but she was smiling.
‘I know her house address when you are ready to do the needful.' Naomi told him with a casual glance as she headed to the kitchen.
‘Get out of my sight, Titi.' Joseph hissed at her as he stormed to his room and slammed the door closed.
Titilola went to join Naomi in the kitchen.
‘How is work? Are you enjoying working in your father's company?' She asked quietly.
‘I don't think so. I think I prefer to assist with your store expansion. I feel lost in the Coker Empire. No matter what I do, they will always see as Daddy's spoilt little girl. My hard work will never be appreciated. Please let me come and work with you. I promise I won't be a pain in your butt.' She pleaded solemnly.
‘Titi, you know I have no issue with you working with me. In fact, I will appreciate it a lot. We will draw up something formal between us. In the meantime, discuss it with your father and your mother when next you visit her.' Naomi glanced at her.
‘Must I speak to my mother before you will allow me to work for you?' She asked skeptically. Naomi only raised an eyebrow at the question. ‘Okay, Mama mi. I will do so if you insist.' She answered her own question with a rueful smile.
‘How is your therapy session coming along?' Naomi asked after a moment.
‘It is okay. The guy is nice and knows his job, I think. I still find nothing attractive about the opposite sex though.' She shrugged her shoulder in indifference.
‘It is a gradual process. You will be okay.' Naomi drew her into her embrace and hugged her tightly.
‘Thank you.' Her voice was husky with tears.
***************
‘Mummy, someone is at the door.' Michael was shouting at the top of his voice as he ran towards the door.
‘Peep through the keyhole to see who is at the door before opening the door.' Rebecca's voice ended in a groan of frustration as he had turned the key and yanked the door open.
‘Hello.' Joseph grinned at the little boy standing in the doorway, eyeing him with open curiosity.
‘Hi. Are you Aunty Lizzy's friend?' He asked curiously as he looked up at him.
‘Well, you can say that. I'm Joseph Coker. May I meet you?' He crouched down to his level.
‘My name is Michael. I'm 4 years old. How old are you?' He gave him a gaped teeth smile.
‘Michael, that is rude. You don't ask an adult how old is he or her. Good morning, young man.' Ruth gave him a polite smile as she approached them.
‘Good morning ma.' He rose to his full length and curtseyed to the elderly woman.
‘His name is Joseph Coker and he is Aunt Lizzy's friend.' Michael announced with a grin. Ruth looked closer with her fading eyesight and a slow smile spread on her face.
‘You look good, Joseph. How have you been?' Ruth clasped him in a maternal hug.
‘I'm fine. How are you ma'am?' He smiled at her.
‘Come in.' she drew him in and closed the door. ‘Rebecca, guess who is here?' She announced as she led them to the sitting room.
‘I know.' Rebecca's voice was cold and hostile as she came to stand on the edge of the room. ‘Good morning Mr. Coker. To whom do we owe the honor of this visit?' She flashed him a fake smile as she crossed her arms over her chest.
‘He is Aunt Lizzy's friend.' Michael announced again with a smile.
‘How did you reach that conclusion, dear?' Rebecca gave her son a curious look.
‘Well, he said so when I asked. Plus it is her friends that usually visit. You don't have any friend.' He stated with absolute confidence.
‘You are very smart, Michael. I like you.' Joseph nodded solemnly to him.
‘You have not answered my question, Mr. Coker.' She snapped angrily.
‘Can we take this somewhere private?' He snapped back as he felt his anger rising.
‘Michael, come with me. We need to go and tidy up my room.' Ruth held Michael's hand firmly as she left the room. The little boy looked from Joseph to Rebecca with a confused look.
‘Why are they fighting, Gran? I thought he is Aunt Lizzy's friend.' They could hear Michael asked with obvious confusion.
‘What do you know, sweet child? Adult business is a complicated one. You will know the meaning one day.' Ruth chuckled softly before closing the door.

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Dear Guys,

Good evening. How are you doing today?

I know some of you don vex for me wella. I deserve it but na circumstances beyond my control.

My company was downsizing and i was affected. I lost my job so suddenly that it threw me into total confusion.

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TWIST OF FATE: #22

"Have you tried dating men?" Joseph asked quietly as he washed the ingredients. She sighed quietly.
"I have. They ended up hating me because I can't feel anything for them. The terrible part is that I can't stand it when they touch me. I freak out." Her voice was terribly sad as she spiced up the ingredient and put the pot on the cooker.
"You are not born this way, Titi. We both know that. I will look for a good therapist and we will go for the counseling together. What do you think?" He turned to face her.
"I don't know. I'm scared." Her shoulders drooped with defeat.
"Baby, there is nothing to be scared of. I won't allow anything bad to happen to you again. We will go through this together." He turned her into his embrace and kissed her on both cheeks. She smiled.
‘You and your mum sure know how to dose out hugs and kisses in large amount. Thank you." She grinned into his face.
"I will let you know how it goes. By the way, hope your new girlfriend had a great time today?" He cocked an eyebrow at her.
"You bet. I gave her multiple orgasms. She was flabbergasted." She cocked one right back.
"Wow. What did you do?" His voice dropped to a whisper as he turned to stare at her. "Forget it. I can't believe I'm asking a woman how she is satisfying her fellow woman. Chai." He shook his head in self-disgust. She roared with laughter.
"I'm a woman. I know what gives me pleasure, where to touch and the amount of pressure to exert. It is quite easy." She smiled at him.
"Really? You women are complicated and weird creatures. Maybe I should get a notebook and start taking notes." He nodded to himself.
"Are you still sampling different women? You should be perfecting your skills on only one woman by now, bro." She chided lightly.
"You can't change the topic. I still need the tutorship. You never know when it comes handy." He grinned at her. She elbowed his rib with a scowl.
"You are a terrible flirt. So who is she?" She asked quietly. He was silent as he went about preparing Semo.
"She is a married woman. Though her husband has abandoned her, she is insisting she is bounded by her vows." He responded after a moment, wrapping the Semo in white nylon.
"Does she have feelings for you? Do you guys have a history together?" She asked curiously.
"It is a long story, Titi." He put the warmer away with a smile.
"I want to hear. Talk to me while I made the soup so I won't get nervous and over-salt it." He laughed at that but he talked and she listened.
"You want to hear my verdict, bro?'' She turned off the cooker and lifted the pot lid. Sweet aroma filled the kitchen. His stomach rumbled.
"Go ahead, Judge Titi but hurry up with the serving, I am starving." He urged. She laughed as she dished the soup.
"Locate that idiot husband of hers and persuade her to serve him a divorce letter. She still gets a feeling for you but she will slide away if you allow her. Get into her space and fan those feelings to life." She glanced at him.
"Trust your brother. I won't disappoint." He grinned.
"Can you please bring the soup before they are completely covered with your saliva? I'm starving." Naomi called from the sitting room.
"We are coming." Titilola rolled her eyes skyward as walked out of the kitchen, closely followed by Joseph.

**************


Ifeoma sat down in her office and gazed blindly into space. Silent tears ran down her face. There was a short rap on the door. Before she could answer, the door swung open and Bella walked in, beaming. The smile died at her mother's somber expression.
"What is wrong, mum?" Bella jumped to her mother's side, crouching down in front of her.
"I'm alright. How are you, awaiting iyawo?' She cupped her daughter's cheek affectionately.
"I'm fine, mum. Tell me what is wrong. You are not alright." Bella pulled a chair to sit down beside her. She sighed heavily.
"Your father wants a divorce but it is going to be a quiet one. Nothing will disturb your wedding plans." She hastened to assure her as she looked into her daughter's face. It tightened visibly.
"He has a son outside wedlock." She added quietly.
"What the hell!" Bella jumped to her feet in cold anger.
"He swore he didn't know until recently." Ifeoma swallowed hard as she stared at the paper on her desk. Bella's eyes narrowed at her mother's bent head.
"What else are you not telling me? Please talk to me." Bella pleaded, watching her mother swallowed hard.
"His son is Olamide's father. Kayode Coker." She met her daughter's gaze squarely. Silence hummed between them.
"This is madness. Aliyah will be devastated." Bella lowered herself to the chair again.
"Please don't tell her anything for now. By the way, her father is in jail. A friend just told me this morning. I don't know if I should laugh or cry. No wonder he has been so silent these days." Ifeoma rubbed her forehead where a headache has started brewing.
"May he rot in jail?" Bella swore ripely. Her mother gave a small smile.
"So what news do you have for me?" Ifeoma tried to cheer up visibly. Bella sighed inwardly.
"I've been driving Andrew crazy with the wedding plans. He doesn't want to hear anything about it again." She laughed as she brought out a magazine from her handbag.
"Men develop cold feet when it comes to such matter. Have you picked your wedding dress?" Ifeoma smiled as she reached for the magazine.
‘Yes, I have. I swear I'm not changing it again after this time. The last time I was discussing with my mother in law, you need to see how the men disappear one after the other. Joseph's dad was the first person to stand up with the excuse that he wanted to check something in the bedroom. He didn't come out again. Joseph went to the kitchen to get a drink and never came back. Andrew went to check on him and the kitchen turned silent." She tried to pout, even as laughter shook her frame. Ifeoma joined her.
"Poor men! I don't blame them. You are a handful, Bella. Which is it? Is it this one?' Ifeoma pointed at the white simple, elegant gown she circled.
"Yes. I have even ordered it. What do you think, mum?" She looked at her mother anxiously.
"It is very beautiful but it is quite expensive. Do you think your father will pay that much for a wedding gown when there are other expenses on the ground?" Ifeoma kept staring at the gown, wishing she could rewind the past.
"Joseph's Dad is paying for it." She beamed at her mother.
"That is settled then. We really need to go shopping for our wedding attire. When are we doing that?" Ifeoma grinned back.
"We will decide and let you know. Don't worry, mum. Everything will be fine." Bella moved to hug her mother.
"Thank you, dear. I am happy for you. You deserve the best." Ifeoma held her tight.
***************
"It is good to see the beautiful faces of my family in one sitting." Afolake rubbed her hands together gleefully as she looked down the long table. They were in her large dining room which could easily seat fifty guests comfortably.
Olayemi was seated beside his mother, his face deprived of any expression. Naomi was beside him while Patricia sat directly opposite her. If looks could kill, Naomi knew she would have dropped dead the moment she walked into the Coker's premises. There was a small smile on her face.
Joseph and Titilola sat beside each other while Kayode sat opposite them, beside his mother. He seemed preoccupied with his phone but Titilola knew he was nervous and tensed by the way he was slumped forward.
Joseph couldn't forget the shocked look on his half-brother's face when he saw him got down from the car. He looked like someone who just met a ghost. It confirmed the fact that he was guilty as charged.
‘Grandma, let's get this over with. We have other important things to attend to.' Kayode said with a briskness which belied his nervousness.
‘I will get to it, grandson.' The emphasis on the title didn't go unnoticed and his heart picked up speed.
Does she know? The old bat is definitely enjoying this, Kayode thought bitterly as he shot an angry glance at his mother.
Drinks and small chops were passed around but no one touched it.
Afolake cleared her voice and the expression on her face hardened immediately.
‘Patricia, I loved you like my daughter. Your mother was my best friend before she died. I ask for your hand in marriage on behalf of my only son. You know I detest deceit with every fiber of my being. I want to know why you don't want Kayode to marry Aliyah Awodele.' She stated quietly, holding her gaze.
Patricia paled visibly and her legs trembled as she opened her mouth. No words came out.
‘Mum, what is this?' Olayemi gave his mother a puzzled glance before looking at his ex-wife. ‘Pat, is everything okay between you and mum?'
‘Olayemi, Shut up your mouth and listen to what she has to say. I'm all ears, Pat dear.' She gave her a sweet smile that didn't match the hostility in her eyes.
Patricia went on her knees as tears welled up in her eyes and cascaded down her face. She held up her hands in a plea.
‘Mama, please forgive me. I beg you in the name of God to forgive me.' She began in a low voice.
‘What are you begging for, pat? I want to know why Kayode cannot marry his baby mama. Olamide is a sweet child who needs his parent around him.' She added sweetly, raising her eyebrow.
Patricia sighed heavily. Her doom-day has come. She should have spoken to Salmon before voicing her disapproval. Afterall, Aliyah is not even Salmon's biological daughter which means she is not related to Kayode by blood but it is already too late.
‘I thought both of them belong to the same father.' She murmured in a small voice but it was like shouting in the suddenly silent room. Kayode covered his face with a groan.
‘What do you mean by that statement? Titi is my only daughter.' Olayemi glanced at her with a confused expression while she rolled her eyes at her father's naivety. His mother sent him a withering look.
‘Which father is that, Pat?' Afolake asked primly. She swallowed hard.
‘Salmon Awodele.' She bowed her head in shame.
‘What!' Naomi and Olayemi stated simultaneously.
‘Are you saying Kayode is not my biological son? You foisted him on me?' Olayemi asked in disbelieve and shock as he surged to his feet.
A niggling memory appeared at the back of his mind. She was a childhood friend because their families were friends but they have never been close or even dated as adolescents. When his mother decided she should be his bride years after Naomi's supposed death, he didn't give a damn. The wedding preparation started in earnest. He flew home two weeks to the wedding and they went out on a date a week to the wedding date to get to know each other. He couldn't remember much of what happened when they return from their dinner date that evening but he remembered waking up the following morning to find her in his bed. Both of them were naked.
‘That means nothing happened between us that night, right?' He asked slowly. She shook her head in the negative.
‘I spiked your drink with the help of your sister. She thought she was helping us get together. I wanted to cover my ass in case of anything.' She confessed, feeling as if a burden has been lifted off her.
‘Mum, if Ronke is not already dead, I would have killed her with my bare hand all over again.' He gritted his teeth as he glowered at his mother.
‘I know, son. I'm sorry. Do forgive her so her troubled spirit can rest in peace.' Afolake placed her hand on his shoulder.
‘She can rest in hell for all I care. Damn it! She ruined my life.' He hissed viscously as he paced like a caged animal.
‘I'm disappointed in you, girl. I hope you have told your bastard who his real father is?' Afolake asked coldly as she turned back to her.
‘Grandma!' Joseph glowered at his grandmother angrily. Kayode got to his feet abruptly and stared coldly at her.
‘If those thugs have succeeded in killing you, you wouldn't have had the opportunity to sit down there and be protesting.' Afolake glared at him.
‘What are you talking about?' Patricia asked in a whisper as she got to her feet. Can it get worse? She wondered in despair as she stared at their faces.
‘Don't tell me you are not aware of Kayode's plot to kill Joseph. He escaped death by a hair's breath. If not for Joseph and Naomi, he would have been cooling his feet in jail by now for attempted murder. I don't give a damn if he is mine biologically or not.' Olayemi told her coldly.
‘What proof do you have against me?' Kayode bluffed he hide his shaking hands in his pockets.
‘You want proves, right? Are you sure? I can air the video right here in this room and you won't leave until the police arrive to take you away.' He stared hard at him until the younger man dropped his gaze in shame and humiliation.
‘Bastard. Ti ile ba n toro, omo ale ibe o ti dagba ni(The household will live in peace until the bastard is well grown to cause havoc.) Hope you know both of you no longer have any right to the Coker's dynasty? As a matter of fact, I want you to leave right away and never come back.' Afolake rose to her height as she ordered them out.
‘Can we go in to pack our belongings?' Patricia asked tentatively, ignoring her son who was glowering at her.
‘What do you want to pack? What source of income do you have? Didn't you buy everything you own with the Coker's money?' The old woman glared at her.
‘Mama, that is not fair. Give them a few hours or even a day to get their stuff together. Please!' Naomi pleaded with her mother in law. She knew she could be very ruthless from firsthand experience. Patricia gave her a look of undisguised gratitude.
‘Grandma, please give them a few days to move out. That is Titi's mum and brother that you are sending out. It is not fair to her.' Joseph tried not to wince when Titilola stepped forcefully on his toes beneath the table.
‘I promise you I will get you for that. Wicked soul.' He stated from a corner of his mouth. Titilola coughed slightly as she tried to hide her smile. She didn't meet either her mother or brother's face. There is no love lost between them.
Afolake pouted her lips dramatically. Kayode maintained a defiance stance by the doorway and tried to maintain a bored indifference expression but anyone who knew him well the way Titilola did knew the way his throat was working up and down, he was terrified, miserable and furious. Patricia stood with her eyes downcast, tears running silently down her face. Her knees were locked together to prevent them from trembling and betraying her. She felt as if a hole should materialize before her and swallowed her whole.
That serves you right, bastard, Titilola thought gleefully as she lowered her eyelashes.
‘I give you 48 hours to get out of the Coker's premises and out of our life. You can go with your personal cars and clothing but nothing else.' She paused as she looked from mother to son and back again. ‘Nothing bad should happen to any member of this family. If anything happens to anyone here either by accident or not, I will hunt both of you down and make sure you spend the rest of your lives in jail.' She raked them with a cold glance.
‘Kayode, tell the rest of your hired hooligans, Congratulations for me. Next time, they won't go scot-free. Now get out.' Olayemi's cold voice jolted them and cut deeper than his mother's obvious menacing one.
Kayode strolled out, closely followed by his mother at a slower pace.

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9jajoseph:
My God, this is a Masterpiece, am not a lover of Novel but this one got me really glued. I came acrose this story about 2weeks ago but I paid no interest because am not a fan of literature But I took my time to read it line by line since one of the Main Charater is my Namesake. Kudos Bolape, I must commend you for such a wonderful Story. Infact I was glue to my phone as well as my Oxford dictionary(I don't really trust phone dic). I learn new words through this story. I really Love this story, I really do. Keep up the Good Work.

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Sensitivity1254:


So na only your people from Ilorin u dey hail ba

Thanks my people for reading.

I hail you all, my brothers and sisters from ilorin. E nle faa......lol!

Thank you for reading.**smiles

Qasaforlife:
Thank God for his healing power. Thanks for the update dear. Really wow!

Thank you. I will keep you posted once the novel is out. Still working on it..

jegbams007:
madam,the lord is your strength. but the suspense is killing me here. please help with more updates. I will like to get this novel....

We will keep it bubbling and lively. I wish i have more time though but will always try my best.

waliyarh01:
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Don't worry. I will keep updating till the end.**smiles

abubakarbabang7:
The only gist we have for u is dat seun osewa said u should continue updating nonstop

Dear My Peeps,

My sincere apologies for the late update.

The past week has been really hectic. After the wedding, my son took ill and i also fell ill after nursing him back to health.

I am just getting back to my normal self gradually.

How have you been? Any gist for me?

Thanks for reading and for following up.
Kindly drop your feedback as usual. I appreciate you all.

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TWIST OF FATE: #21

"Mum, go away. I can take care of myself." Joseph stared at his mother in exasperation. She just finished preparing his bath and spreading out his clothes on the bed for him.
"Thank God for that." She rolled her eyes in amusement but he refused to laugh, even as his lips twitched.
"Damn, mum. I need to get out of this house. You are smothering me." He muttered under his breath as he swung his feet off the bed, then waited for the pain to come but he felt only twinges. He released his breath in relieve. Naomi smiled.
"You are not strong enough to leave the house yet. Rebeca will be checking on you soon and would let us know how you are faring." She opened his wardrobe to scrutinize it.
"She always comes around when I am sleeping." He turned around to face her.
"That must be coincidence, I think." She laughed softly as she turned around to face him. "I have even wanted to ask you. Did you guys do anything together before she got married?" She asked casually. He felt his jaw dropped as he stared at her.
"Do anything like how? What kind of question are you asking me, mum? I don't appreciate that at all." He got to his feet with jerky angry movement.
"I am sorry I annoyed you but I have my reason for asking. Trust me." She gave him a searching look but he turned away.
"I don't care what your reasons are, mum. I am a full grown man and have the right to my privacy." He walked to the bathroom and slammed the door. She let out her breath in a hush and shrugged. Time will tell.
***************

The room was in darkness when she walked in and very cold but she could see his prone form underneath the duvet. She switched on the bedside lamp and drank in his sight the way a thirsty man drinks water. She picked up the Air condition remote control and flicked it off.
She dropped the medical kit on the floor and pulled the duvet from his body. He shivered visibly and turned to lie on his back. She held her breath but he didn't wake up.
You are a coward, Becky. How long are you going to keep running from him? She laughed to herself as she pulled on her glove. She buried her thought and got to work.
"Where is my gift?" His sleep-husky voice reached her. She jolted abruptly as she dropped the bottle of medication she was holding.
"You are awake." She smiled politely as she picked up her tiny torchlight and proceeded to shine it in his pupils. He arrested her ankle in a surprisingly strong grip and yanked hard. She tumbled unto the bed and landed on his other side. She was stunned.
"Are you crazy?" She found her voice at last as she glared at him.
"Now we are talking. This is the Becky I used to know, not the Doctor Williams that keeps prodding at me with all kind of needles and pouring medications down my throat." His grin flashed like lightning. Her heart picked up speed. He rolled over her as he inserted a leg between hers.
"I am only doing my job. Get off me at this moment" She pushed at his bare chest forcefully. He winced slightly but didn't budge.
"You owe me a gift." He smiled down at her as he cupped her face with his palm.
"We have not spoken to each other since you had an accident. When did I promise you a gift?" She asked in a puzzled voice, staring up at him.
"I am not sure when but I know you promise me and I will collect." A frown marred his face for a few seconds before it cleared away. He continued staring at her face until she fought the urge not to squirm. Warmth seeped into her limbs and made it heavy.
"That is ridiculous. I need to start going. I have to be on duty in a few hours." She glanced at her wristwatch.
"I miss you." His eyes dropped meaningfully to her lips.
"Don't …" She began as she read the intention in his eyes but the protest died in her throat when his lips brushed briefly over hers. She went absolutely still, he kissed her again and her brain shut down. The kiss deepened and she sighed against his mouth.
It has been too long. The last time had been with him.it has always been him and no one else. Ramson had called her a cold, frigid, bitch and in the end, she hadn't been woman enough to keep him. But he has been wrong because, with Joseph, she felt feminine and womanly. His touch made her feel alive and desirable. She sighed deeply and allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth. He framed her face gently with his palms and made love to her mouth.
***************

"Becky, I am in my room. Do let me know when you are leaving." Naomi rapped briefly on her son's door before moving away.
The noise penetrated Rebecca's sense and she jerked away.
"You are a bastard, Joseph." She rolled out of the bed on the opposite side with a hiss but there was no heat in her words. He stretched with pleasure, hiding a grin.
"I take that as a compliment. Thank you." She heard the smugness in his voice and glared angrily at him as she picked up her medical kit.
"Get the stupid grin off your silly face. I'm a married woman." She hissed at him. He laughed out loud as he sat up in bed.
"You gave me all that qualifications, Becky? I'm flattered." He pressed his hand playfully to his chest. Her hands curled into fists at her side.
"Your father paid me well to take care of you. We both know I can also do lots of harm to you." She threatened, desperate to wipe the grin off his face.
"Yes, you can but it is against your ethics. You are also aware of what my father can do if he suspects you tamper with my health. Your family and career will suffer. We don't want that, do we?" He asked softly, meeting her gaze. She swallowed hard.
"That is perfectly understood. Kindly keep your filthy hand to yourself next time." She gave him a cold stare before turning on her heels and walking out.
"Oh, how I miss you, Becky Badmus." Joseph howled with laughter as he stumbled back into bed.
The door opened again. Naomi stood on the way, watching his son.
"What did you do to make Becky so angry?" She asked quietly.
"Nothing. What can I eat in this house, please? My appetite is so huge." He grinned as he got to his feet.
"Hmmm." Was all he got as Naomi turned around and walked out, closely followed by his son.
***************

"Mum, what the hell have you been discussing with Aliyah? I asked her to marry me but she turned me down." Kayode pushed the door to his mother's room open without knocking.
"What! I have not seen her in a long time." Patricia denied as she pulled the duvet up to her chest. She stared at her son, puzzled, even as relief coursed through her.
"Are you sure?" His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he stood in the doorway.
"I am quite sure. You can't marry her, even if she agreed to marry you." She emphasized with a shrug.
"Can you please tell me why I can't marry her? I have the intention of going back and persuading her." He pulled the door closed and stood against it.
Patricia swallowed hard, her knuckles whitened when she clutched the duvet against her chest.
"Spill it, mum."
"She is your half-sister." She mumbled around numb lips. Silence reign for several ticking seconds.
"Excuse me?" He thought his ears were deceiving him as he stared at his mother in absolute shock.
"I'm sorry for hurting you this way, Kayode. Both of you belong to the same father." She squeezed her eyes shut.
"You mean Dad is not my real father? I'm not a Coker by blood?" He dropped unto the bed.
"Yes, that is right." She whispered, cowering in bed. She waited for the explosion.
"Damn you, mum. I hate you for this. How dare you do this to me?" He vaulted angrily to his feet.
"You had better keep your voice down unless you want us thrown out on the street sooner than we expect." She cautioned him urgently. His hands tightened into fists.
"I will never forgive you for this, mum." He glared at his mother, hissed viciously and opened the door. Patricia winced as the door slammed behind him. Her shoulders sagged with relief.
"I will never forgive myself either. I messed up. If the old bat gets wind of this, I'm doomed forever." She sighed heavily.
***************

Naomi let herself into the house and breathed a sigh of relief. Today is the first day in weeks she would be visiting her store since Joseph's accident. That was because Andrew and Bella had come to hijack Joseph in the morning.
There were so many issues to sort and so many tasks waiting for her attention and approval. Nevertheless, she was glad the day was over. She flung off her sandals and dropped her bag on the sofa.
She paused briefly on her way to the kitchen when she heard faint voices coming from the guest room. She turned around and walked towards the room. She pushed the door open and got the shock of her life.
A lady was spread buck-naked on the bed while Titilola's head was buried between her thigh, licking and sucking. The lady was moaning and screaming in ecstasy, oblivious to their witness.
"Explode for me, baby." Her step daughter's voice came out, low and husky as she lifted her head. Her middle finger dipped into the naked woman's honeypot and the lady buckled crazily on the bed.
"What the hell is going on here?" Naomi screamed at last. They both jerked in shock as they turned to stare at her.
"Oh my God!" Titilola covered her face as she turned away. The other woman jumped out of the bed and started searching for her discarded clothing.
"I give you five minutes to meet me out there, Titi." Naomi raised her hand to her with an expressionless face before moving away.
"Yes, ma." She mumbled under her breath before looking at Elizabeth who was dressing up, hastily. Their gazes clashed, held and a smile spread over their faces.
"How did you become so good? All the years I have been having sex, no man has ever given me multiple orgasms with or without penetration." Her voice rang with surprise and pleasure.
"Practice, baby. I have had lots of practice. I'm not saying that to make you jealous." She laughed softly when Elizabeth pouted.
"I never believe a woman can turn me on this way." She blushed prettily. Titi laughed again as she got to her feet.
"Variety is the spice of life. I told you a trial will convince you. You have such a beautiful body." Her voice turned husky again as her gaze lingered on her nipples. It tightened visibly beneath her gaze.
"I can't believe you are turning me on with just your eyes." She crossed her arms over her boobs protectively as she picked up her handbag. Titi laughed as she picked her own bag too. She took out a wad of cash and dropped it in her bag.
"Use it to take a taxi. I won't be able to drop you off as promised." Titi said regretfully.
"Thank you. I hope she won't tell Joseph about us? I still want a chance to date him." She gave her a worried glance.
"No, she didn't recognize you. She has eyes only for me. I will take you out through the kitchen door." Titi opened the door and looked out. They tiptoed past the sitting room door and Elizabeth went out through the kitchen door.
"Titilola!" Naomi bellowed from the sitting-room.
"I'm on my way ma." She locked the kitchen door hastily and hurried out of the room.
***************

Joseph was back at home. He was gisting his mother about his outing when she walked in. He paused with a smile for her.
"Favourite sis, how are you today?" He grinned at her as he beckoned to her to come over.
"As if he has more than one sister." She mumbled, hiding a grin as she sat down beside him. He laughed heartily as he hugged her to his side.
"Where is your partner? Is that not the girl who visited Joseph a few weeks ago?" Naomi frowned at her.
"You recognize her?" Titilola's jaw dropped in shock.
"Who is she? What girl are you two talking about?" Joseph looked from one to the other.
"Of course, I do. She went out through the back door right?" Naomi stared unflinchingly at her. She squirmed uncomfortably.
"Yes, ma." She didn't want to spoil Elizabeth's chance of dating Joseph, even though she was aware he wasn't into her. She looked up and her gaze locked with the older woman's own. She expected to see disdain, disapproval, and revulsion in her eyes but what she saw filled her eyes with tears.
"Come here." She didn't need a second invitation before she crawled into her embrace and burst into tears.
"I'm sorry. I can't help myself but I hate men." She sobbed quietly as she clung to her.
"It is okay, baby." Naomi cupped her cheek, staring down at her tear-stained face before placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you for not judging me." Warm tears ran down her face but she smiled as she threw her arm around Naomi's middle.
"You are welcome. Will someone cook dinner? I'm famished." Naomi sat back with a smile.
"I will do the cooking. Edika-ikong soup and Semo coming up shortly." Titilola grinned as she vaulted to her feet.
"I will help." Joseph followed her into the kitchen.
Naomi watched them leave the room and sighed. A lesbian? Patricia, where were you when this intelligent young girl was growing up? Hmm….the royal head doesn't have a crown while the one with the crown doesn't have a royal head. What a pity!

Thank you.

murphymakun:
Honestly speaking you're one of the best writers have came across with on nairaland keep it up.

Yes, lots of things happen behind closed doors.

Thanks for reading.

Qasaforlife:
Nice one. So sorry @Titi for having to pass through such horror from her brother,Imagine!!!!

Hi Peeps,

My sincere apologies for the delay. Being busy preparing for my brother's wedding coming up this weekend.

I enjoy reading all the comments. It makes me preen and blush. Thank you.

Some children are quite to close to their parent and can discuss anything with them. My mother is like my elder sister except when she decide to act like the typical nigeria mum...LOL!

Enjoy the latest episode and let me have your thought!

Cheers!

TWIST OF FATE: #20

"You seem to be spending lots of time in the hospital these days." Ruth Badmus looked up from the bible she was reading. It was Wednesday. Michael was in school. Rebecca was off-duty but she was already dressed up to go out.
"I have some private patients I work with. I spend more time with them when I am off-duty from the hospital roaster." She shrugged, even as her conscience pricked at her.
"You work too hard. You should be resting when you are off duty. You have lost so much weight." Ruth complained as she took in her slim, curvy figure.
"Well, it is good for my health. I don't want to be fat." She laughed heartily as she picked her handbag.
"Looking haggard is not good either. We are much better off now. I think you should ease up a little bit." Ruth's worried look got to her.
"Mum, we need to work hard. I don't like seeing you sitting at home and doing nothing. We have paid for your shop. We are gathering capital to set up your business again, no matter how small. Can you see why I need to work harder?' She put her hand round her shoulder as she drops onto the seat beside her. Ruth sighed heavily.
"Thank you, I appreciate your assistance. You need to live your life too. No matter what happened in the past, leave it there and move on." Ruth turned to face her older daughter. "So who is the man in the hospital?" She asked quietly.
"Who are you talking about?" Rebecca was taken aback, even as her mind worked furiously to bring up an explanation.
"The one that you have been discussing with Roseline. Who is he? I believe he is the one you are going to check in the hospital." Her gaze didn't waver.
"He is Josephine Coker, our former family driver. There was an attempted murder on his life. He was brought into the hospital a few weeks back but he is responding to treatment now." She picked up her handbag.
"What did he do to deserve that? He is such a responsible young man." Ruth frowned.
"Well, it is the fight for power in his new influential household. I will give you the full gist when I have the time." She glanced at her wristwatch.
"Is he Michael's father?" Ruth picked up her bible with a little smile.
"Excuse me?" Rebeca's jaw dropped in absolute shock.
"Is that a yes or No, dear daughter?" Ruth raised her eyebrow to her.
"I am a married woman, mum. I don't like your insinuations at all. Excuse me." She turned on her heels and walked out in anger.
***************

Joseph was responding to treatment. He had been moved into a private ward but he was always asleep whenever Rebecca visited which she was grateful for.
Naomi was arranging and organizing the room when she walked in.
"Good morning, dear. How are you today?" Naomi smiled at her.
‘I am fine. How is he?" She moved to check his vitals by herself, even though she knew the doctor on duty would have done the same a few hours ago. "He is doing very well. Thank God for that." She answered her own question before she turned round to face the older woman.
"Thank you for the assistance. I do appreciate your help." Naomi took her slim hand, squeezing it gently in gratitude.
"You are welcome. You do need to rest more. There are shadows under your eyes." Rebecca observed in concern as she studied her face. Naomi laughed softly.
"It is because she refused to go home and rest. She doesn't trust me to look after her son." Olayemi said with a glare as he shouldered the door open, he was loaded down with provisions and bags of take-outs. He was smiling but she could tell he was angry as well.
"Ola, don't start. This is not the right time for this." Naomi murmured under her breath. "Can a mother rest when her child is not hale and hearty?" She turned to Rebecca for support.
Rebecca didn't want to interfere in what she could sense has been an ongoing argument between the couple. Fortunately, her phone rang and she turned away slightly to pick it up. It was Michael's class teacher.
"What is wrong?" Naomi asked in concern as she studied the younger woman's worried expression.
"That was my son's class teacher. She is worried because he has been throwing up and vomiting since morning. I need to go and see him now." She picked up her handbag.
"I am sorry to hear that. He has probably eaten something that does not agree with his system. Are you driving?" Naomi asked in concern.
"No, I am not driving. I will just take a cab out there." She smiled as she moved towards the door.
"No, please take wait. I will drop you off." She turned towards Olayemi with a raised eyebrow as she snapped her fingers in his face. His face split into a wide smile as he dropped the car key in her outstretched hand.
"Thank you." He grinned as he went to hug her.
"Don't worry about me, ma." Rebeca began to protest but the big smile on the older man's face made her swallow the protest. He was eager to stay alone with their son so his wife can go home and rest.
"Take your time, Ife. I won't eat him before you come." Olayemi teased as he patted her bum fondly.
"You can cut him into pieces and cook him before I get back." She swatted away his hand with a smile and followed Rebeca out of the ward.
***************

"I don't want to say this but I can't help it. I am so happy for you." Rebeca smiled tentatively as she drove out of the hospital premises.
"Thank you, dear. I still find it difficult to believe I am not dreaming." Naomi buckled her seat belt with a smile.
"You both deserve to be happy." Rebeca grinned as she pressed on the accelerator. "This car is a dream. I miss driving." She patted the steering wheel of the Porsche.
"Everyone deserves to be happy. What happened to your car?" Naomi tried not to glance at the speedometer as the scenery rushed by.
"I have sold it. Things were not so good at home." She fiddled with the tape until the Car was vibrating with loud music.
"You are worse than Joseph, I swear." Naomi winced slightly. Rebeca laughed out loud.
"I am sorry, mother. I just wanted to enjoy this car a bit before I drop it." She was grinning as she drove into Sunrise Montessori School.
It was with regret that she pulled up at the school park and handed over the Car key.
"Thank you, ma. I will see you another time." She picked up her handbag.
"I am a mother, Becky. I want to know how that boy is faring before I leave." Naomi got out of the car and followed her.
***************

Joseph was discharged from the hospital. The first visitor he received during his recuperation at home was Elizabeth Badmus.
"Who did this to you, Darling? I was so worried. How are you feeling now?" She sat on the bed beside him, staring at the scars on his chest.
"I am fine, Lizzy. How did you know my house?" He asked as he sat up bed.
"Don't be rude, Joe." Naomi chided quietly as she got to her feet.
"Good afternoon ma." Elizabeth blushed as she got to her feet. She didn't notice the elderly woman sitting in the corner when she hurried in.
"Good afternoon. Thank you for coming." Naomi smiled at her before leaving the room.
"I brought you some fruits and provisions." Elizabeth reached for the grocery bag at her feet.
"Thank you. Can you drop it in the kitchen for me?" He smiled at her.
"I am glad you are out of the hospital. I miss you." She caressed his cheek with a smile.
"Cut it out, Lizzy. I have told you so many times that I can't date you." He frowned at her.
"We will see about that." She winked at him as she reached for the doorknob. The door opened before she could turn the knob and a woman stood in the doorway.
"Hello. You are beautiful." Titilola's smile flashed as she gave her a thorough look over from her face to her half-concealed boobs in the body con blouse she wore to her well-rounded fanny in the tight blue jean. Elizabeth felt thoroughly undressed.
"Thank you. You aren't bad either. What is the name?" Elizabeth wanted to know if she needed to guard her territory.
"Titi Coker. We are siblings. He is totally safe from me." She laughed huskily. Elizabeth blushed. "I don't mind having your digits though." She tapped her phone.
"Sure. Why not?" Elizabeth called out her number and went out of the room.
"What was that all about?" Joseph frowned at her.
"That is my business, brother. Are you back finally from your overseas training?" Titilola was furious as she stood over her brother. Her throat hurt and burn with tears as she stared at the pink scars on his chest. She didn't want to imagine the horror and pain he must have gone through.
"Come here, baby." He reached out for her hand and pulled her down beside him.
"My God! The bastard did this to you." She murmured in a teary whisper as she lightly touched the scars. Her eyes filled up with tears and spilled over.
"I am alive. That is all that matters." He pulled her into his embrace and patted her back as she sobbed.
"He deserves to rot in jail. Don't allow them to cover it up. It is not right." She leaned back to stare at his face. He sighed heavily.
"No matter what happened, he is still our brother. To some extent, I also understand his grievance. It is just that he has taken it too far." He sighed again.
"So what are you saying? Are you telling me you are going to allow him to go scot-free?" She sprang to her feet abruptly with balled fists.
"Sit down, Titi." He pulled her down forcefully when she resisted. "This is not about me any longer. What happened between the two of you?" His eyes were intent on her face.
"Nothing. I just hate him." She stated coldly as she looked away. He kept staring at her face in silence. She sighed. "He raped me when I was 12 years old." She blurted out abruptly. Silence hung heavy between them like a cloak.
"He did what? Is he mad or on drugs?" He asked in a whisper. She laughed bitterly as she got to her feet.
"We have never been close as kids. He started by touching my small budding breasts. I will scream and yell but we were almost always alone except for the nanny. I reported him to our mother but she never believed me. To her, he is the epitome of all that is good." Her smile grew fierce. His fists clenched at his side.
"He graduated to slapping me on my butt when I walked past. At times, he would walk into my room when I just finished taking my bath. I started locking my bedroom door whenever I am indoor." She took a deep breath as she stared at somewhere above his head.
"I just turned twelve. The drainage in my bathroom was blocked and a plumber was supposed to come over and work on it later in the day. I went to the guest room to take my bath. When I came out, he was waiting with two of his friends. Before I could run back into the bathroom, he tripped me and they carried me unto the bed. I screamed and thrashed but they were stronger than I was. I later found out they have locked the nanny into the closet. One of them held my hands and the second held my legs down and apart. He raped me mercilessly." She wiped her hand down her face.
"And the friends?" He held his breath.
"He didn't allow them to enter me but he compensated them by allowing them to touch my boobs and fingered me. Thank God for the small mercy." She laughed mirthlessly.
"I am sorry, baby." He struggled to his feet and pulled her into her embrace.
"Sit down, Opemipo. You are not strong enough." She led him back to the bed gently.
"I feel like strangling him with my bare hands. He is a bastard." He gritted through clenched teeth. A vein throbbed in his head.
"Yes, he is. Try and sleep now. I will keep your babe occupied." She pushed him gently unto his back. He didn't argue. His forehead was throbbing and his limbs were throbbing. He closed his eyes gratefully.
"She is not my babe." He murmured as he drifted off. She laughed softly.

Yes, You are right. It can be delayed but can never be denied.

Thank you for reading.

Qasaforlife:
Destiny can be delayed but can never be denied. Nice storyline,am loving it. Pls make your update consistent.

TWIST OF FATE: #19

"How is he?" Bella asked anxiously as Andrew let himself into his apartment almost twenty-four hours after he discovered Joseph's battered body in his office. He looked exhausted and his eyes were bloodshot. His T-shirt and jeans were stained with the dull color of dried blood.
"The operation was successful. They have removed the bullets that were lodged close to his heart and patched up the wound. He has slipped into a coma." He dropped into the chair with a weary sigh.
"Have you told his mother?" Bella asked as she sat beside him.
"No, I have been putting her off all day but I am sure she will be here any moment from now. He is in Intensive care unit. We were advised to go home as there is nothing else we can do for now." His voice thickened with unshed tears as he raised blood-shot eyes to her. "I'm scared. I don't know what I will do if he slips away." He whispered as tears welled up in his eyes.
"He won't die. He has too much to live for." Bella hugged him fiercely.
He wept silently as he buried his face in her neck and held her in a tight embrace. She rubbed his back in an up and down motion, even as her face was wet with her own tears.
"Marry me, Bella, compliment my life. I want you beside me when I go to bed at night and want you to be the first person I see when I wake up." He stated quietly.
"You are not in the right frame of mind, Andrew. This is not the best time for this." She drew back and looked into his eyes.
"Don't worry, I am not going to change my mind. The planning has been going on in my head for sometimes but life is too short to procrastinate. I love you. I want to marry you." He stared back at her as he lifted her palm and placed a kiss in the middle. She watched him for a long time as if trying to determine if he was serious or not.
"I love you too. I will marry you." She stated solemnly as if taking an oath.
"Thank you. I am sorry for the odd hour of the proposal and for not having a ring handy." He smiled as he hugged her tightly.
"We can shop for one later. Right now, you need to eat, take your bath and sleep." She stood up and pulled him with her.
***************

"Someone is at the door." Bella told him as she came out of the kitchen. He had taken his bath and was eating dinner. He just realized how ravenous he was.
"That should be mother." Andrew sighed heavily as he pushed the plate away.
"I will get the door." She went to open the door. He was right. Naomi swept in immediately she opened the door, closely followed by her husband.
"I tried to stop her but she won't listen to me." Olayemi gave a resigned sigh.
"Bella, How are you? How is your Dad?" Naomi smiled at her.
"I'm fine. I am sure he is okay but it has been a while I saw him. You are welcome. What can I offer you?" She smiled back.
"I am okay. Thank you. Has he proposed to you formally?" Naomi's gaze swung from Bella's face to his own and back again. Bella gasped in surprise.
"Mum, what kind of question is that? You just embarrassed me." Andrew tried to glare at her but his lips turned up at the side with a smile.
"I know my boys so well. I will take that as a yes. Congratulations my dear. I pray and hope you make each other happy." Naomi drew her into her embrace.
"Thank you." Bella hugged her back.
"Welcome to our home, my dear." Olayemi moved to hug her too.
"Thank you, sir." Her grin grew wider.
"Now where is that recalcitrant son of mine?" Naomi stared unflinchingly at him. Andrew turned to look at Olayemi who gave a defeated sigh and sat down.
"He is in the hospital, mum." He turned to face her squarely.
"I am not surprised." She moved to sit down. "I keep seeing him in the corner of my eyes but once I turned to face him, he is no longer there. Is he dead?" She asked quietly.
"What kind of question is that, Ife?" Olayemi asked hotly as he vaulted to his feet in anger. Andrew felt his body grew cold as goose bumps covered him and his heart grew heavy.
"He is not dead but he is in a coma." Andrew sat down beside her and took her cold palm in his. Her fingers curled and tightened around his convulsively.
"What happened to him?" Her voice trembled.
"Some thugs attacked him in his office." Andrew stated shortly.
"In his office? I see." Naomi stared unseeingly at the floor.
"I am sorry, Ife. This is my fault. You did warn me but I thought I have everything under control.' Olayemi murmured in anguish as he took her other hand. She stared into his eyes. He has cried, she thought as she noted the red eyes with the puffy rims.
"I want to see him now." She got to her feet abruptly.
"Bella, I will see you soon. Lock up and go to bed. I am not sure when I will be back." Andrew kissed her cheek.
"I will wait for you. Come back with good news." Bella's lips trembled.
***************

Joseph sat on a low pavement in front of a bungalow over-looking a thick forest. The thin vest he wore covered series of pink healing scars on his chest and arms and the cut-off shorts exposed his slightly hairy legs. He was bare-footed and humming a song deep in his throat.
"What are you doing here, Joseph? Your family is out there, waiting for you to return." Rebecca asked in surprise as she came to a stop in front of him.
"I am just relaxing and enjoying the scenery. What are you doing here?" He asked with a smile.
"I have been looking for you. We need to get back. They are worried about you." She frowned at him.
"I am fine. Why would anyone be worried about me?" He frowned too.
"Well, you need to come and tell them yourself. I am not your messenger." She glanced towards the thick forest in apprehension.
"This place is perfectly safe. I don't have to worry about anything plus I don't feel like going back." He shrugged with a stubborn jut of his lower lips. He reminded her of Michael.
"If you come with me, I will give you a gift." She promised mysteriously.
"Really? What kind of gift do you want to give me?" His face lit up.
"You wait and see. Don't spoil the fun." Her eyes twinkled at him.
"I will go in and get dressed then." He grinned as he got to his feet and went indoors.
***************

Rebecca jerked upright and her eyes flew open as she realized someone was calling her name. What a silly dream! My mind must be over-working, she thought in amusement as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Doctor Williams, you have been here for more than 24 hours. Who is he to you?" Nurse Amina asked softly, almost in a whisper.
"Don't worry, Amina. I will tell you one day." She stood up as she rotated her neck from side to side to work out the crick in the muscle.
"He must be very special. Anyway, I just resumed back on duty. His mother is here to see him." Amina stood back.
"Oh?' She smoothed her hand casually over his still arm before turning around.
Naomi was standing a few feet away and watching her with an unreadable expression on her face.
‘Good evening ma." She blushed furiously.
"Good evening my dear. Long time. You are Doctor Williams?" Naomi stepped forward with outstretched arms.
‘Yes, I am." She went into the embrace and hugged her tightly. "He will be fine." She stated solemnly.
"Thank you." Tears filled Naomi's eyes as she rocked her from side to side.
"You are welcome. I was only doing my job." She shrugged self-consciously.
"Really?" Naomi teased as she drew back. They both laughed and moved to his side.
"The operation was successful but he is still unconscious for now. The pain must be hideous, so his brain just needed to shut down and deny it all. They really wanted him dead. He is a lucky one." She stated solemnly as she stared at his face. He seemed to be sleeping.
"I know." Naomi's lips tightened grimly. "Between you and I, do you think he will live?" She turned to her.
"Medically, it is a 50-50 chance. Personally, I think he will live. Let's keep praying." She smiled.
"Good. How is your family? I think you should go home and freshen up." Naomi suggested quietly.
"I will see you later." Rebecca turned on her heels and walked out.
***************

Naomi occupied the vacant seat and watched her son, struggled for his life. The door opened. Olayemi joined her in the room.
"I have ordered Andrew to go home. He needs his rest." He squeezed her shoulders lightly from behind. She put her left hand over his right hand and left it there as they watched him in silence.
Joseph's right hand shifted slightly. They froze in anticipation. His lips moved. Naomi moved closer to watch the movement of the lips.
"Becky?" They both chorused and stared at each other.
"Who is Becky?' Olayemi asked in a puzzled voice.
"That is Doctor Williams." Naomi smiled, even as tears filled her eyes. Gratitude filled her heart. It seemed her son was going to live after all.
"Is she the same person as Becky Badmus, the woman you told me about?" His brows knitted together as he tried to put the pieces together. She nodded as she tried not to burst into tears.
"How come? He had been unconscious since he was brought in. How did he know she was here?" He stared at her in absolute wonder as he reached for her hand and pulled her up.
"Are you seriously asking me that question?" She teased as she wiped tears from her face. He grinned.
"Our son will live. Let me get the Doctor on duty." He kissed her on both cheeks before moving out of the unit.

TWIST OF FATE : #18

Andrew's heart came to a standstill but he forced himself to think rationally.
Dear God, he doesn't deserve this. Don't let him die like this. Please, God. The prayers tumbled through his brain and mouth desperately.
He realized Joseph's lips were moving. He dropped to his knees in the pool of blood and put his ear close to his mouth.
"Call……Dad…..Kayode……Hoodlums…" His breath was labored, raspy. He went silent.
"It's okay. Please live for me, Joseph. I need you." He pleaded desperately. Stephen and Gbenga charged in.
"I have called the ambulance. Thank you, sir. You saved my life. We don't even know how they got into the premises. Is he still alive?' Gbenga panted as he stared down at the still body.
"An insider aided them. He is barely alive. Thank God the paramedics are here. Stephen, go and release the elevator. It is faster." Andrew's calm voice didn't betray the turmoil going on inside him.
Stephen left with a heavy heart and led the paramedic team into the room a few minutes later.
***************

Olayemi was in the sitting room, watching a football match while he waited for dinner to be done. A text message entered his phone.
"Please call me as soon as possible. It is urgent. Don't alert mum PLEASE." It was from Andrew. The alarm went off in his head.
"Naomi, I forgot something in the office. I will be right back." He stated in a loud voice as he hurried out of the house before she could respond. He dialed the number on the go.
"Andrew, what is the problem?" He asked quietly.
"Please meet me at the UITH emergency ward, sir. Joseph's life is in a critical condition. He was attacked by hired assassins in the office." He didn't mince words.
"I will be with you in ten minutes. Thank you." He pressed the red button. His hand trembled as he brought out his car key.
This is my fault. I know it. Dear God, spear his life for me, for Naomi. He couldn't remember the last time he prayed but he prayed desperately and fervently as he sped towards the hospital.

***************

Olayemi disliked hospitals, especially since the death of his sister, Aderonke Coker in their family hospital in the UK, The Reddington. Nigeria hospital made him feel like weeping. He drove through the security post, passing out a few bills to the security men on duty.
One of the security men whose name tag was Ismail Alabi practically jogged after his car to direct him to the parking space. He made sure he parked his car in the right place.
"Good evening sir. You are welcome." He beamed as he held the door open for him.
"Thank you. Where is the way to the emergency ward? I believe my son was brought in not quite long ago." He stepped out of the car into the steamy night air.
"I am sorry to hear that sir. Please go down this walkway. The emergency ward is on the right side." He gesticulated with his hand.
"Thank you. I appreciate your help." Olayemi smiled as he locked up his car door.
"I wish him soonest recovery." He wore a grave face. He believed emergency ward victims were rarely survivor and pitied the nice good-looking man that just paid for his family breakfast.
**************

There were people hanging around the entrance of the ward, sober-faced. A middle-aged woman sat on the floor, weeping uncontrollably while a man tried to console her, even as tears filled his eyes.
He struggled not to allow the death and sadness hanging in the air to weigh him down as he pushed open the swinging wooden door. It was a huge battle.
"Yes? How may I help you?" The harassed looking nurse on duty asked rudely. He was not surprised. He knew being rude is the hallmark in almost all government parastatals and it never ceased to shock him each time he experienced it.
"My son is Joseph Coker. He must have been admitted about half an hour ago." He explained quietly.
"Coker? You are welcome sir." She practically jumped to her feet.
"Where is he now?" He asked coldly.
"He is in surgery, sir. His brother is in the waiting room. Please come this way." She hurried out of the ward. He followed without another word but his phone rang on their way to the operating room.
"Hello." It was James Hogg, the head of the intelligence team hired by the Coker. He had news about the attempted murder of Joseph Coker and his mouth tightened grimly as he listened.
***************

Andrew was pacing up and down when they walked in.
"You are here." His face lit up. His phone rang noisily and he brought it out of his pocket.
"It is mother." He whispered as he put his finger to his lips, indicating he should be silent.
"She has a terrible intuition." Olayemi muttered under his breath. Andrew moved away from him.
"Hello, Mum. Are you still awake at this hour?" Andrews asked with a smile.
"How can I sleep when all my men are out of the house? Is Joseph with you? Can I talk to him?" She asked quietly.
"Ah…..we drank quite a few bottles of beer at the club tonight. He is already wasted in the room." He injected amusement into his voice.
"You mean he is drunk? I should come over and knock both of your heads together." She stated angrily.
"We are sorry, mum. It won't happen again." He smiled ruefully.
"Really?" He could almost see her raised eyebrow and he laughed heartily. "You are a crook, Andy. I love you. Talk to you tomorrow." Her voice was full of smile.
"I love you too, mum. Sleep tight. There are no babes in our bed, so you can sleep with your eyes closed." He stated solemnly, even as his throat ached. She was laughing when he pressed the End button.
His eyes were red when he faced Olayemi and the latter lowered himself onto the wooden chair.
***************

"It is bad, right?" Olayemi asked quietly.
"Terrible. They used hatchet and gun." Andrew's voice vibrated with anger as he narrated night's event.
"I have spoken to James, the head of my intelligence team. The whole event was recorded and covered. It was unfortunate they couldn't get there on time to save him." Olayemi's voice was incredibly sad.
"Yes, the medical team gave me the security device on his body. His phone recorded their voices too. It was a well-planned event. The time was perfect." Andrew's voice was bitter. They were both silent.
"I know the culprit. I should have listened to Naomi. She foresees this happening but I thought I can stop it. Whatever happens, justice will prevail. I will damn the consequence." He stated grimly.
Andrew sighed heavily. He sat down beside the elderly man and took his hand in his.
"Talk of being between the devil and the dark blue sea?" He looked him in the eye. Olayemi sighed heavily. "Just take it easy, sir. Take it a step at a time. Let's pray for his survival first because no amount of justice will bring him back if he dies." He swallowed hard.
"You are right. Thank you." Olayemi' s eyes smarted with tears.
It was a long wait.
***************

It had been a stressful but satisfying day. Rebecca had been on her feet practically all day. Two ward rounds to in-house patients, attending to walk-in patients and three successful surgery was enough to make anyone exhausted. She was preparing to leave the office as soon as the relieve doctor resumed on duty.
As she wolfed down her cold lunch of white rice and stew and pursued it with a bottle of coke, her office door flew open. Nurse Amina hurried in.
"We have an emergency on ground. It's very bad. Attempted murder patient I think. Several hatchet cuts and bullet wounds. Missed his heart by 2 inches. Lost lot of blood. He needs immediate surgery. Though the chance of survival is very slim." Nurse Amina rattled off with a smile.
Rebecca sighed. She lost her appetite instantly.
"Is Doctor Emeka in yet?" She asked hopefully as she moved to wash her hand in the wash hand basin in the corner of the room.
"Yes, he just came in. Though the senior surgeon, Tunde Fowomola requested for you specifically. The patient is one of the Coker family." Amina told her as she watched her put on her lab coat.
"Influential lots. I wonder what he did to deserve hatchet cut and bullet delivered mercilessly to his body." Rebecca grinned as she walked briskly out of her office. Amina chuckled as she followed.
"The rich also cry. Best of luck, Doctor Becky." They separated at the next corridor and went their separate ways.
Rebecca stepped into the operating theatre and her legs threatened to fold beneath her.
Lying on the operating slab was Joseph Coker. He was stripped to the waist. His smooth handsome body was marred with deep hatchet cuts and bullet wound. He looked too still for her peace of mind.
"What is wrong, Doctor Becky? Hope you are okay? We need to get this done right away to increase his chances of living." Doctor Tunde Fowomola frowned at her.
"I am alright." She buried her emotions and went to work.
***************

"Hi, mum. Grandma, how are you?" Kayode greeted with a smile as he sauntered into the swimming pool area where Patricia and Afolake lounged under the huge umbrella shade.
It was Sunday. Patricia spent most of her Sunday afternoons with her mother in law unless one of them was not available.
"Hello, Kay. You look relaxed this afternoon. Did you win a lottery?" Patricia teased her son with a smile. He laughed.
"To whom do we owe the honor of this impromptu visit?" Afolake raised an eyebrow at him as she leaned back on her chaise longue. She dangled the glass of green smoothie she was holding and cubes of ice rattled noisily.
"Common, Grandma. You know I have been quite busy but I promise to check on you more often. You look more beautiful today." He flashed her a grin as he rocked on the balls of his heel.
"Thank you. Flattering doesn't befit you though. Why are you here? You need more money?" She asked pointedly.
Patricia sighed inaudibly, wondering why they all think the worse things about her son.
"I am not that bad, Grandma. Anyway, I came for a reason." He took a deep breath, holding her gaze. "I want to get married." He added firmly.
Patricia released a sigh of relieve as she threw her mother a triumphant look. She picked up her drink and sipped deeply.
"I see. You are long overdue. Who is the woman? Your baby mama?' She didn't look surprised.
"Yes, ma. Though I have not proposed to her formerly, I intended to do that as soon as possible as she would be graduating from school in a few weeks' time." He smiled confidently.
"Mummy, that means he needs a regular paying job. Don't you think it is right time you give him a position among the executives in the company?" Patricia suggested tentatively.
"Well, I will do that when I am totally convinced he won't ruin the family name. That reminds me. I met your potential father in law sometimes ago." Afolake smiled smugly.
"Who is that? How do you know him?" Kayode frowned at her.
"I make it my business to know everything that concerned my kins and I. Salmon Awodele is Aliyah Awodele' s father, isn't it?" She gave him a side glance.
Patricia choked on her drink and sputtered as the glass cup dropped onto the tiled floor. It shattered into tiny pieces. She coughed vigorously as her eyes turned red and tears streamed down her face.
"Mum, are you alright? Can I get you something?" Kayode asked in concern.
"I'm fine." She managed through the coughing fit.
"Do we need to get a doctor?" Afolake asked in concern, even as she watched her carefully.
"No, I am fine." She insisted, even as her hands trembled.
"Take it easy please. Grandma, what do you think? Do I have your blessing?' Kayode turned to her.
"You can't marry her, Kayode. It is not possible." Patricia stated in a fierce whisper as she stared ahead.
"Why not? I have been dating Aliyah for years. We have a son together. What do you mean I can't marry her?" Kayode asked in an incredulous voice.
"You can't marry her. I have my reasons. I will see you later, mother." She didn't meet her mother in law's penetrating gaze as she got shakenly to her feet and walked away.
"Grandma, what is going on? She knows Aliyah and used to like her. Why is she suddenly against our relationship?" He was more puzzled than angry as he turned to her.
"I believe she has her reasons. You need to exercise patience. She will talk to you when she is ready." She glanced up at him.
"Are you supporting her? You know everything will work out fine once you give your go-ahead." Kayode persuaded.
"I know. Let's give her time to pull her thoughts together. Go and propose to your girl first. We will take it from there." She smiled at him.
"Thank you. I know I can always count on you." He smiled as he dropped on the seat that was previously occupied by his mother.
"What has been happening in your life? Don't lie to me. You know I will always find out the truth.' She grinned, even as her mind worked furiously to dissect the reason behind Patricia's blunt refusal to approve her son's relationship.
Kayode laughed and popped a piece of cake into his mouth.

Yes there is hope.

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Nice story.
Cum ooo Patricia and Kayode, take time ooo because the thunder that will roast your yanash eh still dey gym....

You make me laugh...lol
Yes, they had better take their time

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TWIST OF FATE: #17

The door to her sister's flat was left ajar. Elizabeth knew that was her nephew, Michael's handwork but she was grateful for the open door as she was loaded down with shopping bags. Sweat dripped down her face and armpit and stained the white t-shirt she wore. She regretted not asking the cab-man for assistance.
She took the last few steps with effort and kicked the door wider as she dropped the loads inside the doorway.
"Is anyone in this house?" She gasped out the question as she bent over, panting for breath.
"Grandma, Aunty Lizzy is home." Michael announced in a loud voice as he jumped to his feet. He was in the sitting room with his Grandmother, watching "The Lion King" on Disney Junior. He ran towards her at high speed.
"Whoa! Stop right there. Don't jump on me please." Elizabeth held out her two hands protectively against him as she backed away. He skidded to a stop and burst into helpless giggles.
"Aunt Lizzy, I am just 4 years old now. I'm not so big." He stated in-between giggles as he spread out his arms to emphasize his small body.
"Thank you, Mr 4-yrs old. You are big enough to send both of us to the floor. Come and carry your size." She picked up one of the shopping bags and gave it to him.
"I hope you brought me lots of goodies?" He flashed her a mischievous grin as he dragged the bag into the sitting room.
"You know you are my favorite guy. Where is your mum by the way?" Elizabeth grinned at him as she pulled the bags in before notching the door closed.
"I am right here. You are welcome, madam career woman. How was your trip?" Rebecca asked with a smile as she came out of her bedroom.
"It was great. Thank you. This trip reminds me of what it is like to take a flight again, even though it is a local one." Elizabeth smiled as she picked up two shopping bags.
"I am glad for you. Did you buy out the whole mall?" Rebecca picked up the remaining bags and headed for the kitchen.
"Hi, mum. How have you been?' Elizabeth called to her mother as she followed her sister.
"How are you, dear? Hope you had a great trip?" Their mother called back with a smile.
"It was fine." She answered as she shed her sneakers on the way.
"Please make sure you pick up your shoes. I won't be picking up after Michael and doing the same for you, madam." Rebecca told her with a frown.
"You can never change, Becky. I will pick it up before you nagged me to death." Elizabeth stuck out her tongue behind her back.
"I'm sure you have missed my nagging." Rebecca was smiling as she dropped the bags on the kitchen table and turned to face her sister. "Thank you for the rental fee you sent. I was tired of begging the landlord and I have started avoiding him. You can't imagine how relieved I was when I got the credit alert from you." Rebecca stated quietly.
"You have been the rock in this family. Only God knows what would have happened to mother and me, if not for you. You deserve the best." Elizabeth shrugged as she dropped the bags on the floor.
"I introduced the devil into the family and deserved to wipe the shit he left behind." Rebecca muttered bitterly.
"It was Daddy that caused all these issues. You had the misfortune of falling for the wrong guy but he doesn't have the right to tie all our destiny to your marriage with the devil because he wanted an heir. I can kick his dead ass if I have the chance." Elizabeth stated with feelings. Rebecca laughed heartily.
"I really don't know how long you want to hang that guilt around your neck though. I have good news for you." Elizabeth reached for her bag and brought out an envelope which she handed over to Rebecca. It was an appointment letter at the University of Ilorin Teaching Hospital. Her jaw dropped in amazement.
"How did you do it? Do you know how many times I have applied for this position in that federal institution? They kept tossing me from one person to another." Her eyes scanned the letter in excitement but she wasn't dreaming.
"Well, I know it was your dream job. That was why you turned down all those smaller appointments with their backbreaking work roaster." She grinned at her sister.
"How did you get the appointment? I hope you didn't sleep with one useless man to get this for me?" Rebeca's eyes narrowed in suspicion at her sister.
"Come off it, Becky. You know I have more important connections than you do. How I get them is none of your business. Do you want the job or not?" She glared at her.
"You are even silly for asking that question. Thank you all the same. I love you." Rebecca crossed the distance between them and hugged her tightly.
"You are welcome." Elizabeth's eyes welled up with tears as she rocked her sister from side to side.
***************
Elizabeth was about to sleep when her phone rang noisily. It was Roseline on the line. She sat up in bed and was grinning widely when she picked the call.
"Aproko woman, what do you want?" Elizabeth asked with a smile.
"I don't want to know the meaning of that word but I do know you are insulting me. Spill it, my friend. Who is getting you those jobs?" She asked without mincing word.
"It is Joseph Coker, our former driver." Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"Jesus Christ! Are you serious?" Elizabeth could almost see the amazement in her sister's friend's face. She giggled.
"Why didn't you tell Becky? She thought it was one of your numerous men friends doing the magic." Roseline demanded.
"Joseph has sworn to skin me alive if I tell her the truth, though he didn't tell me the reason. I am aware she doesn't like him back then especially when I talk about him. I guess the feeling is mutual between the two of them." Elizabeth stated with a shrug.
You, gullible girl, what do you know? Roseline thought in pity. "What is he doing now? How did you meet him?" She asked aloud.
"His father owned the Coker group of companies. I am not sure how they reconciled but he is a big boy now. I just fall in love with him every day." She gushed dreamily.
Fall in lust with his body and money, you mean? Roseline thought amusingly. "Foolish girl. I am happy for him. He deserves the best. Don't go and make a fool of yourself before him, girl." She warned quietly.
"You sound just like Becky. You are too tight ass, Rose. Thank God Doctor Chris would be giving it to you regularly." Elizabeth stated so solemnly that Roseline burst into laughter.
"You are a bad girl. Good night, Dear. Take care of yourself and find your own man. Joseph is not meant for you." Roseline clicked off before she could respond. Elizabeth stared at the phone thoughtfully before she shrugged and reached for her novel.
***************
It was Sunday morning. Ifeoma was about to roll out of bed when her door opened and Bella walked in. She sat back in surprise.
"Good morning Mum." She greeted quietly.
"Morning dear. Hope you slept well?' Ifeoma smiled at her.
"Yes, I did. Thank you. I came to apologize for the way I spoke to you the other time. It was rude. I have no right to judge you either. I am sorry about that." She stated quietly as she held her mother's gaze.
Ifeoma felt tears welled up in her eyes but she dashed it away and smiled.
"You were hurt and disappointed which is understandable. It is okay. How are you? How is work?" Ifeoma patted the space beside her and Bella sat down.
"I'm fine. Work is good. You need to get another source of income. If Dad eventually decides to go for divorce, how will you survive?" Bella asked worriedly.
"I have started a consultancy firm for financial institutions. The registration is in progress but I need to start sourcing for client which is my main problem at the moment. I am sure one big client would open the door for me." She stated with a shrug.
"I have a good friend. He is one of the Cokers. I'm sure he will be ready to help if I discuss it with him." Bella offered quietly.
"The Coker family are a big fish in the society. Having them as a client would make a huge difference. I will be grateful if you can make it happen." She paused thoughtfully. "That reminds me. Olamide's father is one of the Cokers." Ifeoma looked at her.
"Yes, I know. His name is Kayode. I have heard a lot about him on the street. He is an irresponsible young man. All he knows is buzz and women. I sincerely hope Aliyah knows what she is getting herself into." Bella said with a frown.
"Aliyah is no longer a kid. She is going to be a graduate in a few weeks' time. I don't think she really loves him but she was attached because she had a son for him." Ifeoma sighed sadly.
"That is in addition to the fact he was her first man. She is denying the flaws she could see with her own eyes. Anyway, let's check on her.' Bella got to her feet.
"Thank you." She reached for her hand and squeezed in gratitude.
***************
Maria was about to open her mother's bedroom door when it flew open and Bella came out, closely followed by Ifeoma. They stood in the hallway, eyeing each other wordlessly and Ifeoma wondered if she would have to step in between them.
"Asshole." Bella smirked at her.
"Slut." Maria smirked back but her lips turned up in an involuntary smile.
"Girls, I don't want to hear those dirty languages in my home please." Ifeoma protested as she tried to gauge the mood in the air.
"We are good, mum. How is Andy? I hope you guys are back together?" Maria raised an eyebrow. Bella blushed.
"Yes, we are. You can set your imagination into sails." Bella winked at her.
"Do quickly biko. We need to do our first wedding in this house since it seems the one we were aiming for doesn't seem to be going anywhere." Maria grinned at her.
"I am glad for you. Remember what I told you about destiny? It would end in praise by God's Grace." Ifeoma smiles at her.
"Thank you, mum. Where is Aliyah?" Bella turned to her sister again.
"She is in her room as usual. What should we do to her?" Maria asked suggestively. Bella tossed her head with a mischievous grin and they headed for their sister's room at a speed. Ifeoma followed more slowly, wondering what she just missed.
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Aliyah was wide awake but she was emotionally down as usual. Her eyes were gritty from lack of sleep and she felt as if the world's burden was on her shoulder. She couldn't wait to graduate and leave her home for good. Her eyes drifted closed as she sighed heavily but flew open when her door opened abruptly. Her sisters came in with mischief in their eyes.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" She didn't finish the question before they reached for her small figure under the duvet and dropped her on the floor. They began to tickle her mercilessly everywhere until she was giggling and writhing on the floor.
"I hate you both." She sputtered with laughter.
"Take it back." Maria commanded as she tickled her bare feet with single-minded determination. Aliyah thrashed and giggled the more.
"You girls are wicked. This is so unfair." Aliyah protested as she laughed hard with tears running down her face.
Bella and Maria finally sat back on their haunches and laughed till their sides ached. Ifeoma stood in the doorway, smiling as tears ran down her cheek.
"Well done, girls. How are you, Aliyah?" Ifeoma asked tentatively as she walked in and sat in the single chair in the room.
"I am fine." Aliyah sat up on the floor as she stared at her mother.
"I am sorry for hurting you. I can't change the past neither can I re-do it but I will always love you." Ifeoma paused. "I can take you to him if you are interested in meeting him." She added quietly. Aliyah sighed.
"He is not even a good man. He has been treating you badly, despite the fact that he took advantage of you. No, I don't want to be associated with such man. It doesn't change who or what I am. I have come to realize that." She shrugged.
"That is the spirit, girl. I love you." Bella reached over and kissed her left cheek.
"Same here. You are one brave, strong woman." Maria kissed her other cheek.
"My baby's a woman. Come over, girl." Ifeoma's voice trembled as she got to her feet. Aliyah ran into her arms and hugged her tightly, sobbing quietly.
"Say a big Thank you to Andrew. He set the wheel rolling in your heart. When can I meet him?" Maria whispered into her sister's ear. Bella smiled.
"He is eager to meet you too." Bella grinned at her.
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Andrew was furious but beneath the anger, he was scared and worried. It was Friday night. He and Joseph were working on starting a farming project. They were supposed to meet at the Shadows to discuss their progress and the next step. Joseph hadn't turned up and he wasn't picking his calls either.
He drove towards the gate of the administrative office of the Coker's manufacturing company and the security light zoomed in on his car before he was allowed to drive in.
"Good evening sir." A security aide greeted him. The name tag on his chest was Stephen Amuwo.
"Good evening. Is Joseph still in the office?" Andrew asked quietly.
"I think he is still in because I have not seen him leave the office premises. Moreover, he checks up on us every Friday evening to make sure we are all right for the weekend." Stephen responded with a slight frown.
"Gbenga, you stay here at the gate while Stephen and I check on him." Andrew addressed both of them, even as he told himself he was being unnecessarily paranoid.
"Yes, Sir." Stephen answered as he opened the car door and slide into the seat beside him.
Andrew drove to the Car park and pulled up properly before they left the confinement of the Car.
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"Most of the staffs have closed for the day. Joseph does work late once in a while but certainly not on a Friday. I am sure he got carried away with work today." Stephen stated in a conversational tone. Andrew nodded absently.
They tried the elevator but it had been shut down for the day. They took the staircase two at a time. Joseph's office was on the fourth floor.
As they approached his office, they heard several heavy footsteps approaching them. Stephen looked surprised as he glanced at him.
Andrew reached for the young man's collar and pulled him abruptly into a corner. They crouched in the corner, holding their breath.
Four heavily armed men walked past them and descended down the staircase.
"Page Gbenga to leave the security post and run for his life. Those guys mean business." Andrew whispered furiously in the young man's ear immediately he was sure they were out of ear-shot. He ran out of the corner before Stephen could respond and went straight into Joseph's office.
Joseph Coker was lying in his pool of blood, looking lifeless and very still!

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TWIST OF FATE: #16

Bella had been back from work for the past few hours but she felt physically and emotionally drained out. She laid on her back in bed in her office dress, staring at the ceiling and lost in thought.
She wished she could talk to Andrew but after calling him several times and sending him several messages without a response from him, she had stopped trying. It was almost a month since the last time they saw each other and she missed him as if a physical part of her was missing. She sighed heavily.
Her once close-knit family was splitting apart. Aliyah had been acting like a stranger in the house since their mother's revelation a few weeks ago, she kept to herself most of the time and refused to mingle with the family.
Maria was almost always with their mother whenever they were both in the house. Their father had become invisible. Damn you, mother, for breaking us up like this. She thought angrily and bitterly.
Her phone rang noisily and it jutted her out of her reverie. It was Joseph Coker. She was smiling when she picked the call.
"Hi, Joe." She grinned.
"How are you, my sweetheart? You are breaking my heart. What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment from you? You have not seen me in weeks and you didn't bother asking after me?" He asked in a mournful voice.
"I am sorry. I thought you are out of the country?" She sat up in bed.
"How will you know if I am back when you have not bothered to check on me? Anyway, where are you?' He asked with a smile.
"I am home. I just got back from work." She bent to remove her shoes.
"It is Friday night. What are you doing at home? Meet me at the Shadow Bar at Tanke Junction. I will be expecting you." He tapped the red button.
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Bella strolled into the bar twenty minutes later and slowed down when she saw Andrew at Joseph's table. She straightened her shoulder, schooled her expression and moved forward.
Andrew was about to raise the wine to his lips when he turned his head and saw her approaching. He dropped the wine glass and got to his feet.
"Hi." She greeted politely. He drew her into his embrace and enfolded her in a warm, long, hug.
"I miss you." He murmured against her throat. Tears filled her eyes as she stared at Joseph in amazement.
"Thank you." She mouthed at him. He winked at her and sipped his wine.
"I miss you too. Thank you for forgiving me." She drew back and cupped his cheek.
"You are welcome." He smiled as he placed his lips on hers. He stared into her eyes as his lips rubbed against hers without pressure. Her burdens seemed to drain away and she smiled.
"I love you. Don't ever doubt that." She murmured as she rubbed her hands over his back.
"We will be alright. What is wrong with you? You look sad." Andrew asked quietly as he drew her to his side.
"Hey, Bella. You know you should dump this idiot." He grinned as he stood up and pulled her to his side for a quick hug.
"You know I don't make idle threat, dog." Andrew sat down with a lazy grin.
"Ignore him. Run away with this man that will treat you like a special woman that you are." He smirked at Andrew as he reached under his table and gave her a colorful gift nylon.
"You brought a gift for me?" Bella asked in excitement as she tore through the nylon. She brought out a box of Amedei Porcelana chocolate, a pink teddy bear, and a Slim, Gold, Swiss wrist watch.
"I love it. Thank you." She flew into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"You are welcome, dear. Forgive the ass-hole. He has truly suffered but his ego and pride will not allow him to rest." Joseph whispered against her throat.
"Joe, release that girl before I have to kill you." Andrew told him.
Tears filled her eyes and she squeezed him affectionately.
"Thank you. I love you." She grinned as she kissed him on both cheeks.
"God save your ass. Go away and find your own woman abeg." Andrew waved him away as he pulled her down on the seat beside him.
"Love is blind. Let me go and check out that chocolate beauty over there." He picked up the wine and his wine glass, winked at them and moved to another table that was occupied by a lady.
"You are lucky. He is such a good man. He looks out for you all the time." She murmured quietly.
"I know. We may not be related by blood but he is the only brother I ever have. What is happening to you? I think we should just leave this environment." He shoots a message to Joseph via his WhatsApp. "Let's start going." He picked up her gift nylon, took her hand and walked out of the bar.
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Titilola was watching musical video in her room when the door opened abruptly and Patricia came in.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? What were you doing in that woman's shop? Don't even bother denying it" Patricia screamed at her.
She clicked off the T.V and faced her mother.
"I have no intention of denying anything. I am an adult and I have the right to make friends with whoever I like. Your spies have been at work, isn't it?" She put her hand on her hip in a challengingly.
"Don't you have any shame? So you choose to be friends with your father's concubine?" Patricia asked scathingly.
"She is his legal wife, mother. We both know that. They have gotten married long before you and I came into the picture. I find out that she is a warm and wonderful woman. She took her time to welcome me because she loves Dad." She paused meaningfully as she looked her mother in the eyes. "I can't say the same about you." She ended finally.
"What do you mean by that rude statement?" Patricia glared at her daughter.
"What were you doing in that hotel with that man?" She asked coldly.
"What are you talking about? What the hell are you doing in a hotel?" Patricia was almost shouting.
Titilola gave her a scornful look before reaching for her phone, scrolling through it and gave it to her. It was a video recording. She sat down on her bed and watched her mother's reaction. Patricia's hand shook once before she stared down at the clear images moving on the screen.
"You can delete it if you want. I have copies on my flash drive." She shrugged as she laid on the bed and crossed her legs at the ankle. "I was already in the lobby when he walked in. I remember thinking what a cute man he was for someone of his age. He ordered for champagne and was obviously waiting for someone as he kept checking his time. I was curious to know who his partner was going to be. You can imagine my shock when my mother joined him a few minutes later, blushing and giggling like a school girl." She sat up in anger.
"His hands were all over you, mother. He was practically making love to you in plain sight. I don't have to imagine what happened after you left the lobby with him. How disgusting could that be?" She asked in cold anger.
"How can you do this to me, Titi? What do you intend to gain with this recording? Your father has never had time for me. What do you expect me to do?" Patricia asked in a trembling voice.
"Come off it, Mum. That is not an excuse to cheat on him. Thank your star I have not told him or even decide to take it to Grandma. You know what that means right?" She asked tauntingly. Patricia blanched visibly.
"Good daughters are supposed to support their mothers unconditionally. How can you be so wicked and selfish? What did I do to deserve such treatment from you?" She asked accusingly as tears filled her eyes.
"Have you forgotten I am my mother's daughter? I am as wicked and selfish as you were when I complained to you that your foolish, bastard son abused and defiled my innocence and you did nothing to stop it or protect me. Oh…I have forgotten he is the heir to the Coker dynasty. He is perfect and he can't do anything wrong in your sight." She mimicked bitterly. "You want my support now, mother? You can never have it. Get out of my room." Titilola turned her back on her mother as tears filled her eyes.
"Titi, I am sorry." Patricia began hesitantly.
"Get out, mother, before I say something that we will both regret." Her voice came out, rocksteady, despite the turmoil going on in her mind.
Patricia turned on her feet and walked out grudgingly. Titilola turned her face into the pillow and wept silently.


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"Mother, please tell your husband to get those goons off my back. I hate seeing them everywhere I go." Joseph's voice preceded him into the kitchen.
Naomi and Titilola were in the kitchen where Naomi was preparing her favorite Akwa Ibom native soup called Edika Ikong. Titilola stood beside her, watching with interest and wondering how soon she could try it out.
"It is smelling great already. When can I try it on my own? Our cook will not allow me to mess up her kitchen." She asked with a grin, sniffing the aroma.
"I will give you the list of ingredient to get from the market. You can try it the next time you are here. Don't you dare put your hand inside my pot of soup." Naomi warned as if she was reading her mind.
"How did you know I was about to do that?" She asked in surprise.
"You will know when you have raised a child. I will hit your hand with this hot spoon if you try it. Thank your star I am even telling you before I do it." Naomi stated with a little smile. Titilola laughed heartily.
"You are one bad ass mother. He is so lucky to have you." Titilola said wistfully.
"He knows it." Naomi smiled as she reached for her hand and squeezed it affectionately.
Joseph barreled into the kitchen and came to a sudden standstill. His gaze roamed over Titilola with pure masculine interest and he mentally nodded his head in approval.
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"Hello, Beautiful." He grinned at her.
"Hi, Handsome." Titilola was amused.
"Titilola is your sister." Naomi raised an eyebrow at him.
"Aww, mum." Joseph felt the sting as if it was a physical slap.
Titilola burst into laughter and laughed till her sides ache.
"Aunt Naomi, you are harsh oo." Titilola smiled as she wiped tears from her eyes.
"You are not nice either, Titi." He gave her a side eye.
"Sorry, bros. I couldn't help it." She grinned at him.
"This should be done now." Naomi opened the pot of soup and stirred it. Steam and aroma rose into the air. Joseph's stomach growled loudly in hunger. Titilola caught his eye and laughed again.
"I will make the Eba, mum." Joseph volunteered as he rolled up his shirt sleeve.
"You can make Eba on your own?" Titilola asked in an incredulous voice as she felt shame rolled over her.
"Come, let's leave him in the kitchen." Naomi took her hand.
"No, I will stay and keep him company. I am a fast learner." She grinned at the older woman.
"No problem, then. Please don't make watery Garri for me." Naomi teased as she removed her apron and hung it as she headed out of the kitchen.
"She is my sister. You can't disgrace me in her presence." Joseph bellowed after his mother. Her amused laughter drifted to them.
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"I heard your comment the other time about Daddy's goons following you around. He is only trying to protect you." She told him.
"I understand his need to protect but I don't like the method. There are so many ways to get this done without having some 8-pack idiots trailing in your shadow throughout the day." He frowned as he put the pot of water on the cooker and turned on the heat.
"Well, I am kind of used to it. I pretend as if they do not exist most of the time. How else can that be done?" She asked curiously.
"Mark Zuckerberg was in Nigeria recently. Did you see packs of thugs trailing after him during his short stay in Nigeria?' He gave her a casual glance before bending to retrieve the bucket of gari in the bottom shelf.
"You have been watching too much foreign film. Using security devices and physical thugs have their own pros and cons." She stated with a shrug.
"You may be right but I am not comfortable with it. It is like an invasion of my privacy and I am irritated by it. I will discuss it with him." He insisted stubbornly.
"Well, you can talk to Grandma too as she is usually the architect of everything going on in this family." She shrugged.
"Thank you. I will do that." He flashed her a smile.
"All the securities in the world doesn't protect you against certain things, even right under their noses." She muttered under her breath.
He prepared the Eba in silence and dished it into the warmer.
"I heard that, Titi. We will find the time to talk heart to heart. Right now, let's go and eat one of mother's best delicacy." He put his arm playfully around her shoulder and lifted the warmer with the other hand.
She laughed as she dished the soup into another warmer and followed him out of the kitchen.
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In the middle of the sitting room, Olayemi and Naomi were in each other's arms, their lips locked in a deep unhurried kiss.
Titilola' s jaw dropped in complete shock. She had never seen her parent pecked each other, talk less of kissing.
She closed her eyes and tried to interpret what she was feeling. A twinge of envy and loads of happiness for her father.
"Guys, please postpone this until you are both alone. Some people are very hungry here." Joseph didn't spare them a glance as he moved to the dining table.
"I miss you. That meeting with Conoil just dragged on endlessly." Olayemi complained good-naturedly as he broke the kiss.
"I miss you too. You are here now and it yielded a positive outcome. Let's go and eat." Naomi tapped his nose playfully and turned him towards the dining room.
"What are you doing here, Titi?" He asked in amazement.
"I am here to eat dinner." She widened her eyes in exaggerated innocence.
"Dinner?" He croaked in confusion.
Naomi winked at Titilola and the latter laughed as she pulled out a seat.
"Naomi, I don't know what to say. What did I do to deserve you?" He asked as he looked down at her, overwhelmed.
"Well, you probably did the same thing I do to deserve you. It is time for dinner, mister." She grinned as she took his hand and led him to the table.