Dele needs to take a chill pill,and just "talk"


Someone should check on tinu already!

Now Tinu's nemesis has caught up with her ooo.
Dele also needs to act like a mature man nah, y punish a woman this much..... Shay sef suppose behave ooo

Haaaa!
Dele, It's not fair!
Your action towards Seyifunmi is really bad.
The punishment is enough for one person na!

I just pity Tinu. She entered into this with her two clear eyes.. * And, she'll be like *AJ warned me*


Thanks Millieademi, you're a wonderful writer!

Seyi have suffered enough naw. This kind heartbreak pain that millie is inflicting, me i do not support o.

A.J Have you heard from your bestie in 3days?. Why haven't you checked up on her?
Dele don't you dare lie to tomini. Call tinu already. And stop your unneccessary predictions and talk to shey. Proudy. *smirks*

Millie me I dunno how you'll do it oo . I don't want Dele repeating his mistakes over and over again. It's enough na . Now he's letting jealousy cloud his thoughts . I used to feel for Tinu but sincerely speaking since what Seyis incident happened, I started feeling for her . Biko I want Dele and Seyi back . As for Tinu no be say I no like her again o but make she just dey .
First time commenting even afters following since day one.

Dele should stop torturing Seyifunmi already....

Thanks for the update

dele nd seyifunmi characters more like a korean film more inks to ur pen millie

Seyi please move on already, never liked dele character from day one...

Millie, you see this suffering Seyi is passing through, please, let Dele also pass through same if they are to come Back together. It's too much for Dele abeg.

Episode 57 - A baby.

Felicia stood in front of the tempered glass wash hand basin with her hands fidgeting with the white stick in them. She gasped as the second faint line turned bold. She set her hands down to the counter and stared at her reflection.

Another baby.

She raised a shaking hand to her stomach and a ghost of a smile formed on her lips. Was this the baby girl the Lord had told them about? The baby they were to pray for? She closed her eyes and a rush of protectiveness coursed through her veins. She would fight to the death to protect their daughter.

She smiled and giggled lightly. A baby. She wasn't really expecting it. She chuckled as she pictured Jaiye's reaction. He had always wanted a basketball team. With their new addition, they'd only be one player short. A tang of grief hit her throat and she peeled back her tank top and lowered the waist of her leggings.

She brought two fingers to the scar over her womb and sighed. Nancy would have been six. She blinked back tears.

"Hey." Jaiye called and she dropped her hands. She turned to face him and beamed at him.

"What's up?"

He shrugged. "Just waiting for you to give me my early Christmas present."

She wanted to be shocked, but she couldn't. Jaiye had known about her last pregnancy even before she did. She envied his relationship with the Lord at times. The announcement of the arrival of a new baby was the least on the list of information Jaiye got dealt with. Sometimes, it was like there was a wall of brass between her and the Lord. Most days, she found herself reading her Bible like a novel. No inspiration. No ministration. Zilch. Nothing. It was as if God was ignoring her.

Jaiye pushed off the jamb and closed the space between them. The boyish grin on his face had her heart fluttering and her loins heating up. He wrapped his hands around her waist and she found herself smiling.

"Oluwadarasimi. What do you think?" He said, smirking.

"Depends. If it's a boy, I was thinking Ikeoluwa." She said and placed her hands on his biceps.

"Nah." Jaiye said shaking. "I'm getting a little princess this time. The Lord said so. A pretty baby girl who will love me more than anything else in this world."

Felicia grinned and shook her head.

"Jealousy."

"I've put up with ten years of mummy and her little princes. It's my turn now." Jaiye said and hugged her.

"The Lord's been so good to us. I can't believe we're having another baby."

Her smile withered as the words sour grapes echoed in her ears.

*********
Tinu's lids grew heavy as exhaustion and hunger loaded them with burdens. She swallowed the next to nothing drops of saliva in her mouth hoping to ease her parched throat. She wiped her sweaty body with her blouse and contemplated taking off her bra.

The room grew hotter by the second and the heat increased the loudness of the voices in her head. She panted and crawled to the door. She knocked and a few more tears dropped.

"Veron, please." She exhaled.

A sob left her lips as she turned to rest her back on the door.

What have I gotten myself into?

Baby. One of the guards' voices lingered in her ear and she roared scratching her ears hoping to shoo the voice away like the persistent, irritating buzzing of a mosquito.

"God," she cried, "if you can get me out of this mess, I promise I will never have any untoward relationship with any man ever again. I will focus on being a mother to my children and I will join the evangelism team. Please, just help me."

She gasped as the walls seemed to slant towards her.

"Ve-ve-e-e-ron." She sobbed lightly.

She raised her hand and hit the door.

"Veron."

She panted breathless as her throat began to constrict. She gasped for air and scratched her throat trying to pry off whatever it was restricting her airflow. She slumped onto the cold hard floor in fatigue.

Pictures of her children flashed behind her eyes. And a twinge of pain pricked her heart. They would be worried she hadn't called. If she knew Tomini, the girl would probably be afraid she was lying cold somewhere. And the girl would be right.

She wished she had never left the house that night. She wished she bolted at the sight of Veron. Her weakness would cost her children their mother. Chris' father would fight for Chris and Regina, and Dele would simply pick up Temi and Tomini. Her children would be separated. Tears slipped out her eyes and she prayed God would intervene somehow.

The lock turns in two, rapid clicks and the door pushed at her limp form.

"Tinu." Veron's voice called in fear. He pushed harder, and managed to weasel himself through the small space.

"F*uck." He spat and knelt by her side, propping her head up. He pushed one of his arms under her back and the other behind her knees. He grunted as he picked her up.

Tinu whimpered in thanksgiving as he carried her out of the room. He waddled under her weight to the living room and deposited her on a couch. Her eyes were opened in slits and she moaned in weakness.

"Water." She croaked.

He nodded and dashed out of the room.

Her shallow breaths filled the room and her mind churned and whirred with the question- how do I get out of here? She pushed herself up and inhaled, filling her lungs till they threatened to burst. She let the air out through her mouth. She held her head and her fingers dug into her weave-on and scratched the grime sweat had formed on her scalp.

She regretted fixing the hair extension unto her scalp and scratched harder. She hit her head to assuage the itch but it persisted. The cool air hit her chest and stomach and she remembered she had taken off her blouse.

She sighed and stood. If she dashed out the door she wouldn't get far. She needed a plan. Veron returned with a glass of water and put it in her hand. She said a quick God please don't let him drug me again in her mind before gulping down the chilled liquid.

She emptied the glass in a couple of gulps and panted in satisfaction.

"Thank you." She said, just as an idea popped into her head.

"Please, can you get me my blouse?"

Veron nodded and turned. She clenched her teeth and smashed the glass on the back of his head. He cried out in pain and cupped the back of his head. He staggered as he turned to face her.

Her heart pounded hoping the force was enough to knock him out cold. He groaned as he took shaky steps towards her. She whimpered, skittered and skirted around him.

"B*itch." He cried.

Tinu's heart jumped into her mouth and she took to pick a synthetic bamboo stick from the aesthetic long vase by the couch. She spun and hit him across the temple.

He fell and her heart pounded.

God, I hope I didn't kill him.
She dropped the bamboo stick and rubbed her hand on her skirt. She hissed in pain and raised her palm.
The gash on her palm oozed out blood and she exhaled. She crossed Veron's body to go back and get her blouse. She pulled it on and went to his room to check for her handbag and keys.

She found them laying on his dresser and she picked them up. The image of Veron appearing at the door had her blood freezing over in her veins. She opened the door and walked out. She went downstairs the stairs to the living room and met him still lying on the floor.

Her heart pounded and had her running out of his apartment.

God, please, don't let him be dead.

Tears prickled her eyes as she rushed out, trying to escape the crime she'd committed.

thank God I hope she is not pregnant

the way you write this gives me joy

If Tinu gets out of this, she definitely will give her life to Christ! Milleademi thanks a bunch for the update..

Kome51:
If Tinu gets out of this, she definitely will give her life to Christ! Milleademi thanks a bunch for the update..

That's if he doesn't come back to blackmail her... I just pray he lose his memory already!

Thanks Millie

If veron eventually comes out of this, Tinu is in a bigger shit, because blackmails would be the order of her days. Except, he sustained injury enough to cause amnesia.
If he dies and his body gets discovered by the police, he might go on air. If that happens the pictures of those women, and some other things to be used to investigate the murder would go on air too. F.uck. Tinu would go viral. Things would go bad.
Millie, thankyou.

Episode 58 - You, not her.

Seyifunmi took a huge bite out of the fried egg sandwich Rosanna had bought her from the Mai Tea kiosk in front of the hospital. The hot, MSG flavoured fried egg danced in her mouth as she stared at the TV screen. This was the worst Christmas ever. Her blood work hadn't come out clean though she felt considerably better. The doctor insisted she stay a few more days. And she was going to end up spending her Christmas in the hospital.

She took another big bite and reached for the Tetra Pak of juice on the side table. She took a swig of the coconut and pineapple juice and gulped down the bolus in throat. She picked a piece of meat from the rolled newspaper on her lap and tossed it in her mouth, and took another bite of the bread.

"Seyifunmi, calm down now. The food is going nowhere." Rosanna said from the couch where she'd been picking at her plate of noodles.

"Free me." Seyifunmi snarled, panting. She chewed hurriedly on the meat and bread in her mouth. Tears pricked her eyes and she took another bite, stuffing her already full mouth. The pictures and videos on Délé's WhatsApp status had her stomach quivering with tears.

He had his children back, yet he was still punishing her. The suffering ought to be enough. She'd been begging him for close to two months. Had he had his children all this while? She swallowed the food in her mouth and a sob.

Did he not want her anymore? After all they've been through? Tears streamed down her face as she took yet another bite. She bit into her lip lining as she chewed in haste. She winced and continued eating. Food was the only that distracted her from her woes. Alcohol didn't work. You could dip her in a tank of whiskey and she'd still be only tipsy.

She burped and Rosanna eyed her in disgust. Halfway through the loaf, she turned her attention to the chicken suya in front of her. She'd asked Ro to buy a whole roasted chicken and split it in two. Half for her and half for Ro.

She took a piece from the thigh and bit into it. The suya maji had more pepper than spice. She hissed as she remembered the suya spot she frequented with Dele whenever they went to Abuja. Fresh tears fell and she stuffed more chicken into her mouth. She picked up rings of onion and cabbage and raised them up and let them drop in her mouth. As she chewed, she picked up the juice carton and took big gulps.

She swallowed and burped again.

"Nonsense." Rosanna said and dropped her plate.on the side stool beside the couch. Thankful for her boss upgrading her to a private ward, she picked up the remote with her pepper stained and oily hand and changed the channel to a Bollywood station.

"Are you going to finish that?"

The beast in her stomach was raving and ravening for more food. Domino's was having a Christmas promotion. Maybe they'd order some pizza and chicken stuffed bread for dinner.

"I've lost my appetite." Rosanna snarled with her voice reeking of accusation. Seyifunmi shrugged as Rosanna brought the styrofoam plate to her. She knew Rosanna's appetite loss had nothing to do with her and everything to do with the fact Ose was going to spend that Christmas with her.

For the past two years, they'd spent Christmas together while she spent hers with….

Her mind flitted to the fluffy hat the children had Dele wear and the gift he got her last year. She didn't think she be able to use her in-home rotisserie without thinking of him.

Why buy suya when you can make yours?

She hadn't even opened it yet, waiting till they got married. She took a heaped forkful of noodles and shoved in her mouth. The noodles tasted like rubber bands in her mouth as she remembered the expensive kitchen he'd built for her, the ginormous, oak wood Meneghini Arredamenti refrigerator that she only fantasized about.

Dele had brought all her fantasies to reality, made all her dreams come true. She gulped the noodles down and picked up a piece of chicken. How was she supposed to just forget the kindest man she'd ever met?

Her eyes watered as she recalled how he'd offered to use his influence with a professor at UNILAG to help her nephew get admission when he didn't meet the cut-off marks. She knew the number of children he sponsors through school. She knew how balls and galas he'd dragged her to support charitable causes. She'd even fought with him when his kindness let people pull the wool over his eyes.

He was the man she cuddled with on the sofa as he read out the online brochure for graduate school at MIT just because she thought out loud about getting her Ph.D. Dele had put up with her drama whenever she wanted to peppe Damilola. He even changed her entire wardrobe. Dele had recommended a therapist for her mother when she started walking again. He even paid half the bill, just so her mother could get the best treatment available in the country.

She remembered how he told her father that there was a charity that footed half the bill just so his ego wouldn't bruise.

She shoveled the noodles into her mouth just to stop herself from crying. She didn't stop till the white foam had only reddish stains and nothing more. She returned her attention to her bread and finished it.

"I just pray you don't kill yourself with the way you're eating." Rosanna said as the door opened. Rosanna turned and stiffened at the sight of the visitor.

"See me thinking you were sick." Ose said as he closed the door behind him.

Seyifunmi stifled a smile as she heard Ro's breath hitch and her chest rose and fell a tad bit faster. Ose strode to the bed with a Christmas gift hamper. with him.

"Merry Christmas." He greeted and kissed her cheek.

"Merry Christmas." She said.

"Hi, Ose." Ro whispered and he nodded at her and turned to place the weaved basket of goodies and provision on the bedside table.

The light in Rosanna's eyed were dimmed and she nodded. Ose hopped onto the bed. His eyes wandered over the bed and he smiled.

"Are you sick or on a gourmet vacation?"
"The doctor refused to discharge me."

"Pele." He said and picked a piece of meat from the newspaper.

"Excuse me, I need to make a call." Rosanna said and left the room.

Ose stared at the blue bedspread and blanket and she sighed.

"Are you still mad at her?" Seyifunmi asked.

He shrugged. "Who's asking? My friend or Ro's cousin?"

"Do they need to be separate?"

He spread his lips in a plastic smile.

"Forget it, Shay."

She shook her head.

"She misses you, Ose. She's been sulking since the twentieth."

"She hurt my feelings."

"And she regrets it."

Ose scoffed.

"Really."

"And she never called once? Or texted to apologise? Spare me that piece of crap. I didn't come to talk about her. I came for you."

Seyifunmi sighed and turned to the hamper and tore open the nylon wrapping and pulled out a pack of Maryland cookies.

Wow

Thanks for the update ma'am

Thanks for the update

Thanks for the update

thanks for this wonderful upday

Thanks for the update!

Here trouble. There trouble. It's well o.

Thanks for the update ma’am,
Ro should also swallow her pride and apologize to Ose

Chai,

Why are you making Tinu the scapegoat. Let her have some peace na, I keep getting scared of what will happen to her next

shemy:
Chai,

Why are you making Tinu the scapegoat. Let her have some peace na, I keep getting scared of what will happen to her next

I'm not making her a scapegoat. Everything that happens shapes the family that Chris will return to and how they will take his return.

Hi guys.... There's a new book in town....Calm down. It's not OOS...yet.

It's Tope Omotosho's Now You Know Where It Pinches.

“My mother is driving me cray-cray,” Jadesola said as she handed the menu back to the waiter.

“Your mum stopped by at your office?”
Jadesola nodded. “Yup. Wanted to drop off a wedding invitation and nag me.”

Babatunde pulled a face.

“What?”

“Don’t say your mother is nagging you. It’s disrespectful.”

Jadesola laughed. “Trust me. If you ever get to meet my mother, you will agree. No one nags as gracefully as that woman. I know her.”

“Okay. I can’t beat that.” He shook his head. “Your relationship with her is definitely something. Arguing one minute, teasing the next.” He paused before saying with caution,  “So, you’re going for the wedding?”

“Yeah. Will you like to be my plus one? That way, no one will query me about not having a man. Those old aunties of mine are convinced I’m using my money to intimidate men. Can you imagine? Sometimes, their archaic thinking does my head one-kind.”

He laughed. Not one of those small polite laughs to remotely funny jokes. No, a laugh that was loud and booming. She loved how he looked in his midnight-blue suit and white shirt. His maroon tie, complementing the look.

_Gosh, I’m so into this guy. God, please take these feelings away for good. Take them before I do something silly and make a fool of myself._

She cleared her throat. “So?”

“Sure, but won’t I get in the way of interested guys?”

Jadesola shook her head. “You flatter yourself too much, Tunde.” But she was doing the Sekem dance style in her head, wondering if she should ask Toke to make her outfit a little sexy.

It wasn’t unchristian-like, right?

Their meals arrived before she could explore her thoughts. Steam found its way to the top when covers were taken off the colourful dishes of fried rice with sweet and sour pork sauce.

“Working on any interesting case?” she asked. She grabbed the serving spoon and asked quietly if she could dish his food first. He nodded.

“Not really. Usual tenant and landlord cases. Preparing wills. Adoption cases. Nothing like your top-notch case a few weeks back.”

“Top-notch case?” She waved the spoon in dismissal. “Oh, please stop talking about that. It wasn’t a big deal.” She carefully dropped his meal in front of him and went ahead to dish hers.

“Suing a big company over bad consumer goods rarely has a win in this country. Clients just have a way of settling outside court than wanting it dragged on for years and paying legal fees.” He clasped his hands in front of him. “How did you manage to pull it off?”

She shrugged. “God was on my side. Plus, I had a few favours I needed to cash in on. So yes, it worked out well. I can’t imagine that little boy being in a wheelchair for the rest of his life due to an anomaly. I had to do something and I’m sure you would have done the same. The legal system in this country just repulses me honestly.The way people suffer needlessly in the hands of corrupt individuals… so disgusting.”

“Well, any change starts from us.”

“Yeah.”

“And I will say it again, your defence was impressive. Your research was thorough. I would have been disappointed if they hadn’t made you a partner.”

She smiled. His compliment, warming her down to her toes. Becoming a partner was something she knew her father would have been proud of. He had faithfully committed his career to helping those in need, and Jadesola wanted to follow in his footsteps.

“Thank you.” She forked vegetables into her mouth and chewed slowly. As she did, a part of her mind wondered how things were going with Babatunde and Cassandra. She didn’t let the thought capture her thinking completely as she engaged him in other matters.

Their conversation flowed easily within their individual allotted lunch time. He looked at his watch once the bills were sorted and gazed at her. She knew it was time to go. Yet, she wished it wouldn’t end just yet.

“I feel like having Cold Stone ice cream right now,” Jadesola blurted.

He laughed. “Seriously? After that heavy meal?”

She nodded.

“Where does the food go in that stomach?”

Jadesola patted her tummy. “It’s like a big black hole in there. Food just doesn’t fill me up for long. I find myself looking for something to snack on later.”

“Then why do you eat Chinese?”

“Because I like it.”

He chuckled. “Cassandra always has to watch what she eats.” Jadesola frowned at the mention of her name. “She’s very particular about maintaining her figure.”

 Jadesola cleared her throat. “I’m sure you like that.”

He lifted his shoulders. “It doesn’t bother me much. The most important thing is the person inside. I really like her. I’m still getting to know her though.”

 “Great!” All of a sudden, Jadesola was eager to leave. She glanced at her watch. She had a meeting with her boss soon.

“Why didn’t she go for lunch with you?”

“Her boss has her sitting at her desk typing minutes. I promised to bring her back something nice.”

Why won’t you love me?

“I’m happy for you. You seem happy with her.”


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Episode 59- Lick Your Wounds.

Tinu kicked the pillow in front of her and pulled the remote control closer with her foot. Pulling the remote up to her midthigh she reached for it with her hand and changed the channel back to TVC. What was she thinking? Channels wouldn't carry something as flimsy as a man found dead in his living room.

The news at ten started off with the president's Christmas greeting to the populace. She hissed and refreshed the news app on her iPad. Nothing hinting Veron was dead. A worm of relief coiled within her. She'd been lucky to find a SIM registration stand on her way home. She bought a new SIM and called an ambulance for Veron and destroyed the SIM.

Maybe they got there on time. Maybe they saved him. A part of her wished he was dead. Dead with all the memories of her foolish mistake. But she had hoped her wish would have come to pass without her having a hand in it. Maybe he'd slip and hit his head in the bathroom. Or get run over by a car. Or get shot by a stray bullet.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair and yanking hard wanting to punish herself for being stupid enough to have an affair.

Her phone rang and her heart jerked. Was it the police?

The police don't call. A voice reminded her.

Her shaky hand reached for her phone and she moaned in relief as she saw the caller ID. Her tense shoulders dropped and tears stung her eyes as she answered the call.

"Hello " She called.

"Merry Christmas, Mummy." A cacophony of her children's voices screamed into her ears.

A wavering smile sat on her face like the wriggly lines Regina used to scrawl when she started writing. She swallowed a sob. Would she lose her children because she wasn't able to control her libido?

"Merry Christmas, my Angels."

They shouted at the top of their voices their wishes, how much fun they were having with their D.D. and the gifts he and their grandparents got them.

"Mummy, I miss you." Tomini's sad voice stood out amongst the blithe chatters of the others. She closed her eyes and said:

"I miss you too."

The others took that a cue to yell how much they missed their mother. She smiled as Regina asked her to come and eat dinner with them

The call lasted for ten minutes with her pretending to be all smiles while streams of tears rolled down her cheeks. Who would she blame if she lost her children again? She said her final byes and hung up.

God, please, if you really love children, don't let Veron die.

*****
Felicia smiled as she swiped across the screen looking at clothes for baby girls. This was the best Christmas she had had in over ten years. She had watched her father and Jaiye argue over politics while munching on the chin-chin and plantain chips she and Omosin had fried. Dapo had gone back and forth with adjectives praising the fried rice and chicken she cooked. The twins had been running up and down dancing to the carols playing from the stereo.

She giggled lightly as she remembered how Eyinju had cut in when she was dancing with Jaiye. Jaiye pouted and said he couldn't wait for the arrival of his daughter.

Thank you, Lord. Thank you for bringing an end to the storms. Thank you for my family. Thank you for the journey thus far. Thank you for the lessons. Thank you for everything.

"Awwwwn." She cooed with a grin on her face. The booties on the screen had her wishing her baby was here already. The six different colors would look great on her baby. She just knew it. Her eyes flitted to the price beneath the description and she did the conversion in her mind. She shrugged. Jaiye wouldn't mind. This might be their only daughter.

She added a six in one pack of hand-knitted Alpaca and Merino wool booties to her cart. She scrolled down and saw a bib with "Mummy's Angel" embroidered on it with a yellow halo over it. She pouted and smiled imagining her baby wearing it. Warmth and joy radiated in her heart and she tapped add to cart.

Felicia.

Her smile broadened as her heart swelled with gratitude and joy. She hadn't heard His voice in a while.

Lord. Thanks. Thanks for coming back to me. Thanks for all your blessings.

I've always been here. You weren't just listening.

Lord, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for doubting your presence.

Felicia, call Tinu and pray for her.

Lord?

Call Tinu and pray for her.

And if she doesn't pick? Lord, you know she doesn't pick my calls.

Trust me.

Felicia's will succumbed and she tapped the menu button on her tablet and tapped the phone icon.


*****
Tinu wiped the tears that fell as she walked to Temi's room with items she'd gathered from Regina's, Chris's and Tomini's rooms- Chris's varsity jacket, Tomini's favorite comb and Regina's yellow bunny. She chuckled as she remembered how Regina's fascination with dogs took over her bunny love.

Would another woman take her place in Regina's life? A knot formed in her throat as she imagined Regina forgetting her. She curled up into a ball on his bed. She heaved and her stupidity hit her hard. And regret.

The Bible passage Felicia forwarded to her rang in her head. She'd brought this upon herself and God was punishing her.

She was certain God was punishing her.

Her phone rang and she gasped and pulled out her phone from the bundle in her hands.

Felicia.

Had God already announced her death? She had read in the Bible how God had sent prophets to announce doom and death to sinners.

Her sweaty quivering thumb hovered over the red button on the cracked screen. Did she need to hear explicitly how she'd die? Was she going to be one of those whose blood dogs would lick up?

Maybe God would tell her if her children would be okay.

She tapped the green button and inhaled, filling her lungs with air. The room still smelt of the baby lotion all her children used.

"Hello."

thanks MA.... more wisdom to you....

Thanks for the update milliedemi!