I don't know why Tinu's character is being hated so much, look at things from her point of view, from where she stands

We know Veron is bad news but she doesn't know all this. While I'm happy that she has found out a little bit about his true character, I wouldn't judge her so much. She made a bad decision with Veron but she's human (God forbid I say body no be firewood)

Glad to know Dele is back with the kids, he's missing Seyi, they'll be back together soon, I think.

I don't know the purpose of Seyi going to Abuja tho, Dele has found Tinu but it could be a way to bring Seyi and Dele together.
It's also nice to know Chris is in the process of getting re-united with Tinu

My own now is I don't know how Millie switches from 18+ rated scenes to Bible verses. Babe's too much abegggggg

MILIE pls upload another chapter......pls is beg am begging o.
Thank you

Hi Millie, I hope you are fine.

We are expecting updatessss. I've been checking and re-checking this page.

Just hope you are good

Millie hope somehow 'our phone' has not been stolen or decided to go on a four month break, I believe you are okay Come relieve us of our restlessness.

Oremeyii:

It's also nice to know Chris is in the process of getting re-united with Tinu

Don't think so. The reunion is likely going to be between Tomini and Temi's parents. Dele and Tinu are still coming back as couple. Milli said it herself in the prequel EXCEPT she had decided to bring in a new twist to Dele and Tinu's brouhaha.
She had suffered enough not to be accorded the reunion.

Vikkie14:
Don't think so. The reunion is likely going to be between Tomini and Temi's parents. Dele and Tinu are still coming back as couple. Milli said it herself in the prequel EXCEPT she had decided to bring in a new twist to Dele and Tinu's brouhaha.
She had suffered enough not to be accorded the reunion.

7



Tinu and Dele's 'ship manager' spotted.


Hope all is well with our Millie...

This wait is taking forever.

Morning all,
Abeg who get Millie number?
Make we for try check up on her o.
The silence loud o n it's quite strange BC even when she's busy she drops a post for us that she's busy.

Hello Guys, our amiable writers' instrument of writing is on sabbatical (her phone got spoilt). I don't knw if we all can donate something to salvage the situation [she is a student]. your opinions are needed

EAhumble:
Hello Guys, our amiable writers' instrument of writing is on sabbatical (her phone got spoilt). I don't knw if we all can donate something to salvage the situation [she is a student]. your opinions are needed

Seconded
Please let's join hands to bring her back

More opinions please!!

I don't know and can't say y the update is now coming sooner but I just hope all is well with our writer...... Please, let th update come soon

Episode 54 - Getting over him

Powfu ft Beabadoobee - Death Bed.

Seyifunmi pushed open the car door and hitched down her skirt as she got out. The sun's rays bounced off the glossy roofs of the cars lined up in the lot. She wiggled her toes in the pumps she was wearing, hating the tight leather and mentally going over her reason for seeking a two day excuse from work.

She hissed and reached into her car to get her maroon work tote. She pulled out the bag together with a couple of black folders and locked her car. Only Emeson Global would operate like a bank. It was four days to Christmas and the entire company was still working like it was July.

Leave it to an Ibo business man. God, please, just let me get my two days off.

She strutted towards the front, glass double doors. She pulled it open and walked in. Maybe if she strutted her stuff with the feasibility study she'd been assigned to work on, her boss and the new, 'secret' investor he had been raving about would be so pleased, he'd grant her leave.

Maybe. Just maybe. And then she'd go to Abuja and beg Tinu. If she convinced her to get in touch with Dele, maybe he'd want to meet up and maybe they'd patch things up.

"God, please, just let everything work out." She sighed as she walked to the security desk. She smiled and greeted the two middle-aged men manning the security door. She dropped her bag and the black folders in one of the plastic trays and walked through the scanner. She picked up her effects and signed in.

She looked at the old leather watch on her wrist and penned down her entry time.

2:35.

She smiled at herself for keeping to her record. Always making it twenty-five minutes early.

"Seyi Shay. The Shaymaster 2000." A male voice called and she looked up.

A grin pasted itself on her lips as she saw Usman sauntering towards her. Usman, a marketing junior exec, was one of the few people she missed working at HQ. Her carpool with him, Pattie and Victor were the highlights of her evenings.

"Usman!" She called and walked up to him. He pulled her into a bear hug swaying from side to side.

"I've missed you so much." He said.

"Me too." She said and pulled away slightly with his hands still around her waist.

He beamed at her with his eyes searching hers.

"What?!" She chuckled.

He smiled. "How have you been?"

She shrugged. "So so."

He dropped his hands and said, "If I tell Pattie you're here, this reception will scatter."

Seyifunmi laughed throatily. "As in. How's Victor?"

Usman shrugged. "Still believes Real Madrid is better than Barca."

Seyifunmi shook her head. "Na una sabi. Anyway, I have a meeting by three. I'll come and drop by your bullpen when I'm leaving."

"So because you you have office we no go hear word again? FYI, I got promoted too. I'm now a Senior Marketing Executive." Usman huffed smiling.

Seyifunmi shrieked and hugged him.

"Congratulations."

Usman's promotion was long over due. He more than deserved it.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked as she pulled away.

He shrugged. "It would have been somehow. I'd have been a wicked person if I said I didn't know what you were going through at the time."

Seyifunmi's smile faded and she sighed.

"How are you doing? Pattie said you texted her the wedding was originally slated for the sixteenth but…"

Usman's dark eyes peered at hers.

"Seyifunmi, are you okay?"

She shrugged. "I honestly don't know anymore these days. I'm just trying to patch things up with Dele."

"Seyifunmi, I'm not trying to be rude but love is not do or die. I may not know the entire story but for a guy to have you kneel and beg and not want to reason things out? You should try and move on. You're not glowing anymore." Usman said.

She smiled weakly. "He was the reason I glowed."

Usman shook his head.

"Love ti get e. Just take care of yourself. You look pale."

"Thanks. I have to go sha." She said and hugged him again. "I'll drop by your office before I leave. Just buy me sharwama to wash your promotion."

Usman laughed and agreed. Seyifunmi walked towards the elevator and waited with the ten people waiting for the lift's descent. She shifted her weight from leg to leg as pain heated the balls of her feet and her small toes. She looked up to the display window above the chrome doors. The red figure had her sighing in exasperation.

She checked her watch and chewed on her lips as she waited. The doors opened and she gasped with joy. God forbid she be late for the meeting. The men in the elevator walked out and she waited for her turn to walk in.


She walked in and chanted discordantly with the rest which floor she was heading to. The man sitting by the control panel punched the buttons, and just as the doors were about to kiss each other, the door widened again and three men walked in. The tallest of the men grabbed her attention and a gasp left her lips. The man's eyes met hers and bounced off her as he turned to face the door. One of the men announced that they'd be getting off at the fifth floor. The operator nodded and tapped the button with number five engraved on it.

Seyifunmi's lips formed his name, but she couldn't bring herself to say his name out loud. She stared at the back of Délé's head. A few more strands of grey had speckled his full black hair. His graphite grey British styled suit sat fully on his shoulders like always, tailored to suit him perfectly.

Could he really stand less than two feet away and not turn to look at her? Did he really hate her that much?

Yes. A voice answered in her head and tears prickled behind her eyes.

She breathed heavily and clutched the folders tighter.

Dele, please, just turn to look at me. Please.

Please, just turn.

Her gaze would have carved a cavity in his neck with its intensity, still Dele didn't turn.

Dele, please.

The elevator dinged at the fifth floor and the doors parted. Dele and his companions strode out.


Please, just stop to look at me.

He didn't and he kept on walking.

She swallowed a diamond hard sob and inhaled and exhaled to ease the sting of the prickly tears that pooled in her eyes. The elevator stopped again at the tenth floor and she slid out.

She could barely remember what her feasibility study was about, or the power speech she'd prepared. All she could see was the way Délé's eyes bounced off her as if she was just another random person, another part of a matched staff of strangers, someone he could care less about.

******

Dele watched Seyifunmi give her presentation without really hearing any of the words that tumbled out of nude glossy lips. He remembered when she dragged him into a boutique to purchase the top she was wearing. She'd seen it on the white mannequin outside the store in Seychelles. She'd modelled it for him, and then the top was loose. Now, it clung unto her body as she moved pointing at the slides on the projector.


Her cheeks were rounder and her hips wider. He frowned. Apparently, she'd moved on. She seemed really happy with her new man. His lid had flipped as he saw the guy place his hands on her waist. He clenched his jaws as the urge to hit something returned.

Why was he so angry? She'd moved on, and he had his children back. It was a win-win. Like his mother used to say, all things worked together for good. His children and their siblings were in Lagos with him to spend Christmas with him and their grandparents. Everyone was happy. His kids were happy. His mother was happy.

But why was he so discontent watching her laugh with the other man? Why was he so discontent watching her being happy with another man? Why did he have to be the one with a broken heart and dashed hopes?

Why was she so happy when he was so miserable?

He probably doesn't have children. A voice told him.

His fist clenched as he recalled what she'd done.

Just forget her. She's not worth it.

His eyes followed her hand to the figure on the screen and he looked up to check the title of the slide. The figure matched that his financial analyst had given, and he hated it.

He hated that she was right. He hated that she was the one giving the presentation. He hated that he had accepted Tony Emecheta's offer to work together on expanding his campus tech hubs. He hated that Seyifunmi was standing right across the room with a whooping smile on her face as the entire boardroom erupted into applause.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair. He gave four years of his life into their relationship, only for her to betray him and then move on so soon.

She apologized. A voice reminded him.

I was still hurting. She should have waited.


"Mr. Daramola!" The potbellied man in at the head of the table called and he shook as the shields on the window rode up.

"Sorry. I was calculating a few figures in my head." Dele said and sat up in his seat. His eyes roamed the room, checking the reaction of the board members. They flitted to Seyifunmi who stared back at him with her eyes expressionless.

His heart faltered in its beating and he sighed.

"The numbers are more than accurate. We've had analysts run the figures and Seyifunmi is right. She's one of the few people I know who's so passionate about what she does." Tony Emecheta continued.

He nodded.

"I see. Anyway, my desire to give back to society coincides with your desire to expand. So, I'll agree to the project." He said and the man's face lit up.

"That's excellent. We'll have our lawyers draft up the contract and it will be mailed to yours to go through." The man said.

"Perfect." Dele said and stood. His hands fastened the top button of his jacket and the heads of his legal and finance departments followed suit.

Tony Emecheta stood as well and the other members of the board stood.

"You won't regret doing business with us." The man said and Dele gave a small smile.

He stretched out his hand and shook Dele. The man's vice president took over and extended his hand for a handshake as well.

"Come here, Seyifunmi." Tony Emecheta called. "Seyifunmi is the brains behind this expansion idea."

Seyifunmi raised her head from her laptop and walked towards them. His heart roared in conflict as she inched closer.

She stood before him with her eyes trained on his. Her charcoal eyes were dark with emotions and the smile on her lips didn't reach them. Tony Emecheta placed his hand on her shoulder in a paternal manner and he smiled.

"This is Seyifunmi Aladesuyi. One of the most brilliant and disciplined minds that has ever come to work for me." The man announced.

Her eyes held no recognition or familiarity, and his jaw ticked.

"Congratulations on your project, Miss Aladesuyi." He said and her lips parted softly.

She nodded and said, "Thank you, sir."

He nodded and greeted the man beaming at the two of them. He excused himself and took his leave with his subordinates following him.

******
Seyifunmi unlocked the door to the apartment and shuffled in. The security light from outside illuminated the room, piercing through the windows. The pounding in her head continued and her lids could barely stay up. She turned to lock the door behind her with her teeth chattering and her breaths coming in pants and continued her trail to the room she shared with Ro. She tossed her handbag by the door and kicked off her shoes and pulled off her wig. She crawled into bed and pulled the duvet over her head.

She clutched the covers tighter, but couldn't get warm. She squeezed her eyes shut and tears rolled out. Everything warned her not to revisit the meeting, but she couldn't help it.

Dele had acted as if he didn't know her, calling her Miss Aladesuyi. A weak sob left her lips as his hard eyes popped up again. She could still feel the anger. It was so raw and so scalding. If she hadn't been intent on pleasing her boss, she'd have broken into a million pieces.

She got the two days off, but she couldn't help but wonder if there was anything left to be salvaged. Would he even forgive her if she fixed everything? She'd never seen so much anger in his eyes. It swirled so hard and vividly in the eyes that once sparkled with immense love.

She knew Dele didn't let go of hurts easily and today proved that. She curled into a ball and pulled the duvet tighter. She rubbed her toes together trying to relieve the numbness in them as her teeth chattered again. Shivers ran her body and the war drum in her head continued banging. Her ears ached as they became lead and her breathing grew heavier.

Tears slid out of her eyes and unto the hands underneath her head. Her hip joints and knees flared with heat and the bangs in her head resonated in them.

"Ahh!" She hissed in pain. Her ribs ached and she turned unto her back. Cold bit into her body and she cried out and turned on to her other side.

God, please, help me.

"Jesus!" Ro shouted as she tumbled over something.

"Seyifunmi, why would you put your shoes on the way?" Ro shouted.

"S-s-s-sorry!" She whispered as a shiver took over her.

The flip of the switch echoed in the room.

"Why didn't you turn on the fan?" Ro asked as she cranked the regulator.

"Please!" Seyifunmi shouted. "I'm cold."

Her teeth chattered and she held the duvet even tighter till knuckles began to ache.

"Please, turn it off."

"Shay, are you okay?" Rosanna said as the bed dipped.

Seyifunmi shook her head.

"All my body is paining me. It's as if my head wants to burst." She panted.

Rosanna pulled back the duvet away from her face and pressed the back of her hand to her forehead. She opened her eyes and the incandescent light whipped her eyes.

"Christ!" Rosanna shouted. "Seyifunmi, you're burning up. When did it start?"

"A-a-ft-t-er my meeting today. I saw D-D-Dele. He was a-a-at the mee-ee-ting."

Rosanna's frown softened.

"Seyifunmi, don't kill yourself because of this guy."

Tears slid out of her eyes.

"He didn't even do as if we've met b-before."

"Stop crying." Rosanna said. "Get up. We have to go to the hospital."

Seyifunmi shook her head.

"I'm cold."

"Seyifunmi, please. You have to get up." Rosanna said and pulled her up gently. She shivered at the loss of the warm bedspread against her side.

Stars swam across her vision and her face heated up. A rocket flew from her stomach to her throat and she gagged and heaved trying to swallow.

"Ro, I-"

She couldn't bring herself to complete the warning before she sprayed the duvet with puke. She emptied the sharwama she'd eaten after her meeting along with what seemed to be a gallon of water.

Rosanna shrieked as she got sprayed with the warm liquid. Seyifunmi panted and apologized.

"We have to get you to the hospital." Rosanna said and peeled the ruined duvet away from her body and helped her out of the bed. She led her to the bathroom and under the showerhead. Rosanna peeled her sticky clothes away from her body and helped her out of her underwear as she held onto the pipe holding up the showerhead. She groaned as her legs quivered.

Rosanna pushed the clothes aside and turned on the shower. The cold spray had her moaning in pain.

"Sorry."

Rosanna lathered her with her cleansing bar. The light torrents drenched her from crown to sole and she trembled as Rosanna bathed her.

When she was done, Rosanna led her to the sink and handed her a capful of Listerine. She bent to rinse out her mouth and she swigged the mouth wash, gurgled and spat it out.

Rosanna led her to the room, clothed her in a black sweatshirt and grey joggers, and led her to the living room to wait. Rosanna rushed back into the room and minutes later she came back into a hoodie and a pair of jeans.

Rosanna had her car keys and a wallet. She helped her out of the flat and to the car.

Awwwn

Seyi is pregnant



They both need to sit and talk things out.

Thanks Millie

Now now now. Mhizv have said seyi is pregnant. Sister how? I really don't want to believe that.

Thanks for the update ma'am.

Welcome back Millie and thanks for the update.

Hi Millie
It's good to have you back. What happened? Hope you were okay while you were away.
Thanks for the update

Thank you Millie.
Welcome back

Episode 55 - Repercussions.

Tinu raised her unusually heavy hand to her groggy head. She groaned as cymbals crashed in her head. Her eyes ached as she tried to pry them open. She groaned as she rolled on to her side. The flat hard surface she was on was artic cold.

Was she lying on the floor?

How did she get there?

A hot spear of pain tore through her head as she tried to recall. The last image in her head was her car breaking down on her way home. She fought to remember past that but nothing came.

God, where am I?

She forced her eyes open and a clatter reverberated in her skull. She winced and tried to adjust her eyes to the incandescent bulb hanging from the ceiling. Her heart crouched and her heart rate sped off as she took in her surroundings.

A stack of brown boxes occupied one end of the room. The room she could bet was less than eight by ten feet. She pushed herself up, ignoring the pain in her joints and muscles. The wall inched closer and her breaths came in frightened pants. She crawled on her bum to the door and pounded as hard as her heavy hand could let her.

"Let me out of here." Her voice, as if unused for years, started out as a croak but ended as a squeak.

"Please." She cried as tears pooled in her eyes.

Their laughter and grunts echoed behind her ears and she pounded harder.

"Please, open the door." She squeaked.

Baby, you sweet.

She groaned and sobbed loud trying to drown out the voices of the men that raped her.

"Open the door." She shouted with her voice regaining normalcy. "Please."

The room grew smaller and she curled herself into a ball by the door, hugging her knees and pleading.

"Please, stop." She said to the voices in her head.

She dey enjoy am.

She shook her head and pleaded again.

"Please, stop."

A tiny voice tried to convince her that the voices weren't real, but its voice got drowned by the loud grunts in her ears.

"Somebody,help me." She whispered and clutched her ears.

Maybe if she covered them, she wouldn't hear them anymore.

"Somebody, please, help me." She shouted as the voices grew louder and their menacing laughter echoed. Tears streamed down her face and she yelled harder.

"Please, help me."

*******
Veron sat in front of the screen watching his love shiver and cry like a frightened two year old. Once he'd suggested they take the elevator after an afternoon of lovemaking. She vehemently refused. And that was when he saw her greatest fear. She was scared of closed spaces. He never imagined she could be claustrophobic.

He never intended to punish her this way. He loved her. But she betrayed him. She walked out on him and moved on to another man. It hurt him to see her suffer, but he had to break her. Once he broke her spirit, she'd have to depend on him and eventually, she'd love him.

He had lost Cynthia. He wouldn't lose Tinu. He pushed his chair away and got out of his chair. He reached for his packet of cigarettes and lighter on his bed and pulled out a stick. He lit it and took a long drag. The tobacco engulfed his lungs and he released the smoke through his nostrils. He needed to dull his senses if he was going to face her.

He walked out of his room and to the kitchen, all the while taking long drags. He picked up the tray of food he'd set on the counter and the gun he'd purchased from some corrupt policeman who dealed in the Glock government issued to the force.

He pulled out the stub of his cigarette and threw it into the sink. He left the kitchen and walked to the storage room he had soundproofed just for her. He balanced the tray of toast and fried eggs on one hand. He hoped she'd appreciate the fact that he remembered that was what she told him she loved to eat in the mornings. He even added two fried sausages, baked beans and a bottle of orange juice.

He unlocked the door with the key he left in the lock and pushed gently. Tinu scampered away from the door and her eyes widened as she saw him. Her tear drenched face tugged at his heartstrings. And he sighed.

"Baby girl." He called and set the tray down in front of her. He sank to his haunches in front of her and reached out to touch her. She jerked away and he sighed again.

This was going to one hell of a time.

"I brought you breakfast."

He could see the rage slowly encroaching on the fear and shock in her eyes. He didn't expect the ball of spit she hurled in his face. He chuckled and wiped his face with his thumb.

"You are a very sick bastard." She hurled at him, panting in rage.

He chuckled and said, "I think you mean I'm YOUR sick bastard, because you're stuck with me."

She shook her head.

"You're mad." She said and made to stand but e slipped out the pistol from his waist band and gestured with it that she sit. Fear returned to her eyes and she descended slowly, obediently.

"Veron, w-"

"Shh." He said raising the gun to his lips. "Keep quiet."

He heard her gulp and her breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily.

"I've decided I'm not going to lose you, Tinu. I love you too much. If I have to keep you locked up, so be it."

"Veron, this is absurd. You can't keep me locked in here forever. I - I am afraid of small rooms. Please, let me out of here. Please. My children-"

"I couldn't care less about your children. I want you all to myself. I can make you happy. I can give you a nice time." He said and reached out to touch her face, but she shriveled away with shock and disgust painting her face.

He sighed.

"I didn't want to do this. But you've shown you are going to be stubborn." He stood and her breath hitched.

"Don't leave me here." She said.

"I'm sorry, but it's for your own good." He said and walked out, slamming the door before she could stand.

Leaning against the dy, he felt her banging and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"I'm sorry, my love."

I'm sorry for the silence.

My phone was bad....

Khriztarl:
Now now now. Mhizv have said seyi is pregnant. Sister how? I really don't want to believe that.

Thanks for the update ma'am.

Lol it's possible remember when they were getting laid,and she reminded him she was off the pills?

Yeah! So it's possible

Mehn tinu just needs a break and a lil happiness!

mhizv:


Mehn tinu just needs a break and a lil happiness!

Tinu is finished
Too many damages would have been done before help comes her way.
I mean damages worst than the one she experienced in prison

I remembered that I predicted this demonic act of Veron when Tinu was walking out on him.

Josipov:

Tinu is finished
Too many damages would have been done before help comes her way.
I mean damages worst than the one she experienced in prison

Yeah I know

Tomini's dream is finally manifested.
Felicia may be held accountable by God, because I don't think she tried hard enough to deliver the warning to Tinu.

Hmmmmmmmm


Tinu sha,, o ma le gan oooo



Thanks for the update

Tinu in another wahala, I’m not liking it at all...
Seyi and Dele should make up already.

Thanks for the update ma’am

Episode 56 - Sick.

Rosanna slipped her pencil behind her ear and set the hardcopy of the article she was supposed to edit on her laps. Seyifunmi winced as the chorus of her ringtone filled the room. Rosanna grabbed the phone off the table beside her and pressed the power button to mute the call. The caller ID on the screen had her hand turning clammy and her mouth dry. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears and she swiped a sweaty thumb across the screen, leaving a dark trail on the glass.

"Hello, Seyifunmi. How far na? I thought you were going to call me." Ose said and her heart leapt into her throat.

She hadn't heard his voice since the day he said she was dead to him. She cleared her throat.

"He-hello. Seyifunmi is not feeling well. She's admitted in the hospital." She said.

"Oh." He said with his voice losing all casualness. "Is she better now?"

"No. She's still sleeping. She's been sleeping since yesterday."

"What does she have?"

"Malaria, typhoid fever and a case of salmonella poisoning." She said.

"Please text me the hospital address so I can stop by."

"Okay, I will-"

The beeping sound told her he'd hung up. Her heart withered and she pulled the phone away and set it back on the table. She didn't really mean anything to him anymore.

Isn't this what you wanted? A voice asked and she sighed.

She pursed her lips and pulled the pencil out from behind her ears and continued reading the article on swimsuits. Seyifunmi whimpered and she paused her reading.

"Dele."

Rosanna sighed as Seyifunmi stirred with a frown on her face. She stretched out a hand and carressed her cousin's head. She knew the pain of having a wedding called off. She knew the agony of watching dreams and aspirations fade away, but Seyifunmi was taking this a bit too far.

She was definitely sure her heartbreak precipitated her sickness. Malaria? Seyifunmi was AS and Rosanna made sure she sprayed the house with insecticide every weekend because she knew just how hard malaria could hit her.

Seyifunmi's frown eased and Rosanna pulled her hand back. The IV bag suspended above Seyifunmi's bed was almost empty and she remembered she hadn't found Seyifunmi's health insurance card. She sighed. Seyifunmi hadn't gotten a new ATM card and she'd exhausted her account balance on bills. It wasn't even Christmas yet.

She had searched the entire house and Seyifunmi's boxes, but she couldn't find it. Did she misplace the card or did she forget it at Délé's place? Rosanna pulled out her phone from her pocket and searched her contact list for Délé's number.

It wouldn't hurt to ask. At least, that was if he picked her call. She dialled a USSD string followed by his number to hide her number. She pressed the phone to her ear and the line rang. She crossed her fingers as she waited.

"Hello," Délé's voice said and she exhaled in relief.

"Dele, please don't hang up." She blurted out.

"Rosanna?"

"Yes. Um, I was wondering if Seyifunmi left her HMO ID card at your place."

"I'm not sure. I'd have someone check and I'd get back to you." Dele said.

"Okay. Thanks." Rosanna said.

"Um, is she okay?"

Rosanna gaped at his hesitant question. She blinked and his voice saying hello jolted her out of her daze.

"Um, yeah. I mean no. I mean she's still on bed rest and intravenous."

"Oh. I wish her a speedy recovery."

"Thanks."

He grunted and cut the call.

Rosanna stared at the phone in shock. Was it concern she heard in his voice? She shrugged and shook her head. He was just being polite.

She picked up the document in her lap and continued reading, bent on finishing the article.

******
Dele stared at the white card and the words he had written. What was wrong with him? If she was sick, she was another man's problem. He tore up the Get Well Soon card and grunted at the messenger in front of him.

"Don't worry. Just take it to her like that." He grunted at the young man.

"Okay sir."

The man turned to leave, but Dele called him back.

"Don't let her know it's from me."

The man nodded and left the office. Dele swirled his chair around to face the vast window behind him. He hated the fact he was bothered. He had justified the care package he was sending as recompense for all the times she looked after him, but he knew that wasn't the only reason.

Forget her, Dele. She's moved on.

He closed his eyes and tried and failed not to picture her with the other man. He pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing himself to remember the horrible thing she did.

Tomini's teary voice asking him to call her mother flashed across his mind. He sighed and turned his chair around. He reached for his phone and speed dialed Tinu. The line rang for a while and the call dropped. Tomini had felt bad for being rude to their mother and that her rudeness was the reason why their mother hadn't called them in three days.

The nine year old could so over think things. But Tinu's silence for three days was unusual. There was no way Tinu wouldn't call because of that. He just hoped she hadn't slipped back into depression, with Chris' birthday fast approaching.

He didn't understand why she did it to herself year after year. She'd lock herself up each Christmas, have Grace and other maids go visit their family.and send the children to him. She claimed to want to be alone, so she could remember and honor her husband's memory.

He tugged at his tie. He'd just tell Tomini her mother was busy.

******
Seyifunmi's lips curled into a shaky smile as she watched Dele chase her with his vomit laced mouth, threatening to kiss her if she didn't delete the video. A bead of moisture dropped onto the bridge of her nose and she wiped it off with a finger. She swiped right, scrolling past the hoard of pictures she'd taken of them in Seychelles.

She stopped at the last picture of Dele on her phone. She'd taken it the morning before he left on his trip. He was still sleeping and he looked so immaculate and peaceful and like the hottest thing in the world as his back muscles stretched as he laid on his belly, clutching the pillow underneath his head.

Her smile wavered as more beads of tears fell down her nose.

"Why didn't you just let me fix it?" She whispered staring at his picture.

She swallowed a sob and brought her screen to her lips.

"Shay, you have a delivery!" Rosanna's voice bellowed and she wiped her tears and locked her phone.

She turned onto her back and pushed her weak body up to a sitting position. She saw Rosanna standing by the door with a strange man holding a small wicker basket.

"Good afternoon, ma." The man greeted.

She nodded and replied. Rosanna announced she'd met the man at the nurses'station and that he was looking for her.

"I found your HMO ID card in one of your Michael Kors. The downside of having too many handbags." Rosanna said as she walked to the seat beside her bed.

"What did you bring?" Seyifunmi asked the man.

"Someone sent you a get well soon gift." The man answered and walked to the bed. He handed the basket to Seyifunmi, who opened the nylon wrapping immediately.

She froze as she saw the contents of the basket.

"Who sent this?" She whispered, smiling and joy coursed through her veins.

"I don't know, ma. I was just asked to deliver this." He answered.

"Okay, you can go." Seyifunmi said. "Thank you."

"Is there no card?" Rosanna asked peering into the basket.

Seyifunmi smiled.

"He doesn't need to send a card. I know it's from him."

She reached for her phone and typed in her password.

"Who?" Rosanna asked as she pulled out the tub of strawberry ice cream and the styrofoam plate. She flipped open the plate and the aroma of grilled fish, spices and fries filled the room.

"Dele," Seyifunmi answered. "Once, when I contracted a toilet infection from one stupid, cheap hotel in Calabar, Dele drove out to get me drugs and he bought the exact same thing for me on his way back."

She dialed his number and panted in glee as she waited for him to pick up. The call dropped and she tried again.

"Seyifunmi, he might not be the one." Rosanna said quietly.

Seyifunmi shook her head.

"Ro, I know it's him. I can feel it in my heart." Seyifunmi gushed.

Ro shrugged and stole a fry. Seyifunmi swatted her hand.

"Ow!" Rosanna cried.

"Don't touch my care package." She said just as Délé's gruff voice said Hello.

Her heart skipped two beats and she sighed and smiled.

"Hello, Dele. Hi. Uh, I got your gift. Thank you. I-"

"What gift?" His voice said and her smile wavered.

"The gift you sent. The fish and fries and my favorite ice cream." She whispered.

"I'm sorry. I didn't send anything. It must have been from someone else. If you'll excuse me-"

"Dele, I know it's from you. It had to be." She said with tears shimmering in her eyes.

"Seyifunmi, I only answered this call because I thought it had something to do with the project. Please, don't disturb me." He said and hung up.

The phone slipped out of her hand and her tears slipped out of her eyes.

"Shay." Rosanna cooed softly.

Seyifunmi pushed the basket off her laps and into Rosanna's hand.

"You can have it if you want. I don't want it. It's not from him." She said and turned on her side with her back facing Ro. She clutched her pillow as she cried silently.

thanks millie........ hope tiny get help soon

Dele should forgive Seyifunmi nah. Thanks for the update

Dele should check on Tinu for me nahhhhh

Thanks Millie for the updates
So sorry about your phone
Welcome back