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Jaiyé walked into the house and met Felicia deboning fish for Dapo. The boy screamed Daddy and ran to hug him. His anger thawed momentarily. He loved seeing the joy in his son’s eyes whenever he returned from work. It meant that he was loved by his son.
“Daddy, welcome.”, the boy said and collected his briefcase and jacket from him.
“How was school today?”, Jaiye asked.
“Fine. Tèmí and Tóminí's birthday was today. Their aunty brought cake and they shared a lot of snacks. Mummy said I can take the biscuits to school tomorrow.”, Dapo said ecstatic.
“Okay then. Go and drop these upstairs. Thank you.”, Jaiyé said and walked to the dining.
Felicia looked at him and said nothing. She went into the kitchen and brought out a plate and laid it on the table.
“Are you eating semo or spaghetti?”, she said as she stood by the dishes ready to serve his food.
“What is wrong with you?”,. Jaiyé said irritated.
“Look, Jaiyeola, I have no time for this. What do you want to eat?”, she said and crossed her arms. He felt so angry at her sassy attitude. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. If he vented at her, she would hate herself.
“Why didn’t you return my calls?”, he stated simply.
“I thought it was obvious. I didn’t want to talk to you. Jaiyé, are you eating or not?”, she said
“Since when did I become someone you decide to talk to when you want to?”, he replied.
She huffed and walked to him. “Since you decided to let a monster tear our marriage apart again. What is your problem Jaiyé? No. I want to understand. We’ve been together for months now. We’re happy and you want to ruin it. Please leave the devil alone where he is”
Jaiyé hissed. “You know what? Sometimes I feel like I don’t know you. You’re not the woman I married.”
“Of course I’m not. The Felicia you married died with all the torture you put me through, with all the beating and rapes. I’m a different woman. I have a defense mechanism now. I will not wait for you to come back and start beating me again. If you want to go and apologise, go ahead. But I will not be here when you return.”, she shouted.
Jaiyé bit his tongue to hold back his retort and turned to see their son standing behind them with tears in his eyes.

I don't understand this pharisee-like behaviour from Felicia.

Keep up the good work OP.

genius43:
I don't understand this pharisee-like behaviour from Felicia.

Keep up the good work OP.

I understand where she is coming from, she alone knows the level of suffering she endured from the man and to know that her own father is behind it is very painful. Pains can go but the scars remain even. I just hope that she will allow the Holy Spirit to take control of everything.

divinelypruned:

I understand where she is coming from, she alone knows the level of suffering she endured from the man and to know that her own father is behind it is very painful. Pains can go but the scars remain even. I just hope that she will allow the Holy Spirit to take control of everything.

I hope so too

Great work millieademi. I'm enjoying the ride.

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Jaiyé watched Dapo brush his teeth without any enthusiasm. No songs, no gist and no jabbering. He felt embarrassed and heartsick when he met his son standing behind them. The boy rinsed his mouth and brush and walked past him to his bed. He got in by himself and mumbled a goodnight sir and turned on his side with his back to his father.
He wondered if his son saw him as a monster now with all the things Felicia was shouting. He walked to the bed and tried to touch his son. He stretched out his hand and a few inches from the boy's body he stopped. How was he supposed to explain everything to a seven year old? Would he understand? He heard a soft sniffle and his sick heart died. He got his lip to jolt himself from the heart wrenching pain of hearing his son cry. The taste of blood did nothing to stop the feeling of anguish in him.
“Dapo?”, he called with a cracking voice and he cleared his throat.
“Sir?”, his son’s quivering voice answered.
Jaiyé blinked back a few tears and sat on the bed. His pain became immeasurable as the boy moved farther away from him. He lost his words. “Erm… are you okay?”
“Yes, sir.”, the boy said coldly and sniffled.
Jaiyé didn’t know what to say. He wanted to reach out to touch but he was afraid of his son's reaction. Would the boy recoil from his touch? He wouldn’t be able to stand that.
His throat stung with tears and cleared it to assuage the pain but it remained. His son sniffled again and the soft sting became a gash. “Dapo, I want you to know that I love you so much.”
“Hmmn.”, the boy replied.
Jaiyé thought he couldn’t feel any worse but the response his son gave him he felt a hundred times worse. He stood and left the room.
When he heard the door shut, Dapo sobbed and cried his heart out. He never knew his father was one of those kinds of men. He remembered a Christian movie he watched at his grandpa’s house. The man used to beat his wife and she ran away.
Was it because of Daddy Mummy ran away then? If Daddy beats Mummy, why did she come back?
He didn’t want anything to happen to his mother. If she was going again, would she take him? Why were they fighting? Who was the monster Mummy was talking about? Was it Daddy? He wished everything would be normal and they would be happy again. Somehow, he doubted they would be happy again. Is it because they fought that Daddy didn’t come down for prayer?

Millieademi, I truly love your work. its beautiful more importantly cos of the spiritual aspects of it but please don't make me ask the same question a boy asked his mum. Apparently, the boy lived with parents but they fought often yet, they claimed to be Christians and the boy will be taught in school how JESUS is gentle and love. one day the boy ask his mum "is Jesus two" the mum said "no" why? He aired his thoughts. so Millie please don't make ask the same question about the Holy Spirit. in as much I try to understand what Felicia went through but harboring that level of hatred and yet the Holy Spirit still speaks to her? once again well done madam, I honestly love the story.

This story is the first of its kind I'm reading on Nairaland
I commend you for a job weldone
And I promise to henceforth STOP ghost-reading

Nnamnsoj:
Millieademi, I truly love your work. its beautiful more importantly cos of the spiritual aspects of it but please don't make me ask the same question a boy asked his mum. Apparently, the boy lived with parents but they fought often yet, they claimed to be Christians and the boy will be taught in school how JESUS is gentle and love. one day the boy ask his mum "is Jesus two" the mum said "no" why? He aired his thoughts. so Millie please don't make ask the same question about the Holy Spirit. in as much I try to understand what Felicia went through but harboring that level of hatred and yet the Holy Spirit still speaks to her? once again well done madam, I honestly love the story.

I sense fear in Felicia's attitude
The fear of history repeating itself and the thought of passing through that harrowing experience again scares her to the point of disregarding the Holyspirit
But the Holy Spirit is patient and understanding and will wait for her to calm down before talking sense into her

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Nnamnsoj:
Millieademi, I truly love your work. its beautiful more importantly cos of the spiritual aspects of it but please don't make me ask the same question a boy asked his mum. Apparently, the boy lived with parents but they fought often yet, they claimed to be Christians and the boy will be taught in school how JESUS is gentle and love. one day the boy ask his mum "is Jesus two" the mum said "no" why? He aired his thoughts. so Millie please don't make ask the same question about the Holy Spirit. in as much I try to understand what Felicia went through but harboring that level of hatred and yet the Holy Spirit still speaks to her? once again well done madam, I honestly love the story.

I understand ur point Sir/Ma
But I don't think there's any contradiction here.
If you pay attention to the update that was posted around 8:54am, in the latter part of it; the Holy spirit was trying to communicate something to her, but her carnal will silenced the Voice.

Josipov:


I understand ur point Sir/Ma
But I don't think there's any contradiction here.
If you pay attention to the update that was posted around 8:54am, in the latter part of it; the Holy spirit was trying to communicate something to her, but her carnal will silenced the Voice.

I don't think you understand properly. The Holy Spirit being Holy hate to be griefed, hate to be angered, hate to feel that you are sharing him....kinda contesting. The Holy Spirit hates hostility, the moment He feel you are hostile towards him, He give space until you recognize him again, until you leave everything to him to control, until your heart is at peace...He can not be active like Felicia's. you can not be harbouring a lot hatred and He still speak expressly like He did to Felicia before she voice it out. please I don't know whether I am comprehensivable enough. she was with that level of hatred(evil) yet the Holy was speaking to her freely.

Was it because of Daddy Mummy ran away then? If Daddy beats Mummy, why did she come back?
He didn’t want anything to happen to his mother. If she was going again, would she take him? Why were they fighting? Who was the monster Mummy was talking about? Was it Daddy? He wished everything would be normal and they would be happy again. Somehow, he doubted they would be happy again. Is it because they fought that Daddy didn’t come down for prayer?
God, please, help.
He loved his father and mother and he wanted them to be happy. He didn’t want his daddy beating his mummy.
God, please.
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Felicia picked up the call and walked in the bathroom.
“Hello.”, she said quietly.
“Felicia, I saw your text and the alert. Don’t tell me that bastard has started beating you again. I warned you not to go back with him but all you spirikoko people. You will be saying God told you. Now, look what has happened.”, Ose shouted in anger.
Felicia kept mum and sighed. She couldn’t blame Ose. She had no one else to turn to. She heard him breathe in and out. “Felicia, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Please don’t worry about a place to stay. You and Dapo can stay with me. My house is your house. Just please, don’t let that bastard hurt you. You and your son are my family. Please just get away from him.”
“Ose, I understand. Please just send me the information on the school you told me about. I don’t want Dapo to stop his school for anything. He is already behind by a year. Thank you for everything Ose. I really appreciate it.”, she said.
“No problem, coz. Say me well to Dapo.”, Ose replied and hung up. She rested against the wash hand basin. “God, please help me.”
She left the bathroom and met Jaiye sitting on the bed with a murderous glare in his eyes. The air in her lungs escaped and her heart raced in fear.
“Since when have you been there?”, she asked perturbed as she walked to the vanity. “How is Dapo?” She was going to play it cool. She wouldn’t give herself away by letting her fear show.
“When I met you, you were young in Christ but your growth rate was exceptional. I mean the Holy Spirit started speaking to you almost as soon as you gave your life. Even some people who’ve Christians for years cannot boast of hearing the Lord audibly. When we started courting, you wouldn’ttake any step without hearing from the Lord. Felicia, you’d stand me up if you didn’tget a go ahead to go out with me. I didn’t mind. I took it in stride and somehow your zeal and hunger for a relationship with the Lord impressed me. Honestly, I didn’t know why the Lord would ask me to marry a baby but when I met you , you challenged me. You inspired a new hunger in me for the Lord.”
“I know I made a grievous mistake and I killed your faith in the Lord when I agreed to what you suggested then. I was so stupid and the Lord is still showing me the error of my ways. Felicia, you’ve become something else. The Felicia I knew seven years ago would ask the Lord to explain to her, to make her understand if it was His will. Look, I didn’twake up yesterday and the though hit me. The Lord had laid it I my heart for months but I decided to pray for the wisdom to handle it. What I did to your father was disgraceful at the least. I didn’t pay your bride price to him, I didn’t seek his blessings. He had every right to do what he did. I will apologise and restitute whether you want me to or not.”
He glare intensified and his tone hardened. “ But Felicia listen to me. If you try to take my children away from me, you will see a Jaiye unlike any other. If you thought I was a monster before, I was a puppy compared to what I will do for my children. I will sue for custody and trust me, when I am in the court, especially for something I am passionate about, I take no prisoners.” He paused and stood to walk close to her fear gripped form. “Look me eyeball to eyeball and read my lips. I am not threatening you. I am promising you. If you try anything funny, you will lose both me and our three children and you will never set your eyes on us for as long as you live. So whatever plans you have will Ose, you better pull the plugs on them.”, he said and walked out of the room.
Felicia’s straight back curved as she bent over and wept.

BlessedNiel:
This story is the first of its kind I'm reading on Nairaland
I commend you for a job weldone
And I promise to henceforth STOP ghost-reading

Thank you, love.


I will be looking out for your comments.

But why so much hate for her father??
Could what he/(her father) did compare with what jaiye did to her?

Ocean of secrets indeed!!!

Last update for today.



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Seyifunmi groaned as she turned to face the bright backlight of Délé’s laptop. She winced and said,”Hey.”
“Did I wake you up?”, he asked as he stared down at her. She didn’t know why he enjoyed sleeping shirtless but it created as nice view for her. One would think she would have gotten used to his rippling pectorals by now. She looked up at him and met a goofy smile on his face. “You this girl. You treat me like eye candy.” He shook his head and continued typing.
“Baby, I don’t do candy, you’re my soul food.”, she said with her voice all raspy. He chuckled lightly and shook his head again. “How are you feeling?”, he asked as he looked through some documents and continued typing.
She cleared her throat and then croaked, “I feel a lot better but my voice is still horrible.”
“It’s horrendous.”, he corrected and she pouted in mock annoyance and he laughed as he turned to look at her. “You’re cute when you do that.”
“I was going for boiling mad.”, she said.
“Try again.”, he kidded and continued typing. She sat up and peered to look at the screen of his laptop. He seemed to be writing a report on the assets he was managing on behalf of Tinu’s children. A drop of jealousy fell on her heart. Tinu was no doubt a beautiful woman. Délé had taken her with him to greet the twins on their birthday the other day. While Temi looked somehow like Délé but not exactly, she could see Tinú in the little girl. Seeing the little girl, she couldn’t help but feel jealous. If Tinú got out of prison, Dele and her would have to interact not only because of the twins but because they were co-trustees. Would Délé fall in love with her? She was the mother of his children and… She shook her head. No more insecurities. She smiled as she remembered the day Dele said he didn’t like the sound of Miss Aladesuyi. Was he going to do something about it? Why hadn’t he done something about it? Was their relationship even heading anywhere? About two years and she hadn’t been elevated to the status of the love of his life or fiancee. She was still at the girlfriend level and he had never told her he loved her.
Ose said a man wouldn’t say what he didn’t mean. If he hadn’t said he loved her, was it because he didn’t love her? Does I’m crazy about you mean the same thing as I love you? Dare said some men needed to be coaxed into saying it, that some don’t realize the name of the emotion they are feeling until they are told.
“Penny for your thoughts.”, he said. “I can hear you thinking.”
She smiled and said, “Nothing. I just remembered a code I was working on.”
He turned to look at her and said, “You need help?”
“Nah. I’m a big girl. I’ll figure it out. Thanks anyway.”, she said and held his hand and kissed it.
“Mushy much.”, he teased smiling.
“I just love you so much.”, she said with her heart on the cap sleeves of her pyjamas.
“Are you going for corny, now?”, he said and she heard the shattering of glass. That was her heart that just broke. “Go to bed. Remember you have a department meeting tomorrow by seven thirty.”, he said and kissed her hand and extricated it from her loose grip.

Thanks for the update millieademi

What's wrong with Felicia and Jaiye?
Why are they too selfish and self-centered?
Do they even consider how Dapo will feel should things continue this way?
I fall in love with them as a family because of their spirituality but it seems they are only spiritual when it comes to handling the affairs of other people safe for Dapo who is asking for divine intervention
And I hope for the sake of the boy that God will intervene

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Jaiyé caught his fingers trembling and he clenched his fists. They still shook and he hid them behind his head so as not to see them. He felt them anyway.
“God…God… God, please.”, he sobbed. “Please, take it away from me.” He knelt down and bowed on the cold floor of his study. Sobs racked him. He clamped his hands together yet they still trembled
His rage was back and he didn’t want it. Not after all the damage it had caused in his life. He had almost lost his chance be a lawyer. The Character and Fitness Board had got wind of an incident that happened in his third year of the university. He had almost strangled a hostel mate to death. Somehow the in his room had been able to pry him off the boy. The board had almost decided him to be unfit. He and his CLASFON brethren had interceded day and night, even his parents and siblings had fasted for him, they all prayed for God to intervene. And He did.
After that incident, he swore of his rage. Since Felicia’s outburst in the morning, he felt it coming back. He felt rage flow in in streams and tonight, hearing her on the phone with Ose, it engulfed him. She’d take his children away? It enraged him. And she had begun making plans? The beast came back. He could feel it snapping its jaws, roaring and hungry, wanting to vent and to destroy something.
“God, help me. Please, I don’t want it. Please…. Please, take it away.”, he shouted, not giving a damn that it was dark.
“Please.”, he whimpered and sobbed. He could still feel the ravening hunger and anger to destroy. “No, no, no!”, he shouted and slammed his fists on the cold tiles. He was at his wit’s end and hanging unto his sanity by a thread. His mind kept on nudging him to pick up his chair and slam it against the wall.
Do it. The evil, guttural voice said.
“No!”, Jaiye sobbed. “Jesus, son of David, have mercy on me.”, he cried. He knew if he gave in he’d be servant to his rage again.
You know you want to. Do it. The voice seduced again.
“Please, God.”, Jaiyé whispered as his trembling hands grew uncontrollable. He could feel himself rise, not of His own will but as a submissive to the monster in him. Just as He stood on his knees, he felt a slow wind blow in his mind and heart and he could feel the monster no more.
Jaiyeolaoluwa.
Jaiyé sobbed his appreciation and gratitude. He knew what could have happened had the Lord not intervened.
How long do the you want to keep destroying my work?
Lord, I try. I try not to give in, not to surrender to the rage but…
I am not talking about your rage. The rage you refused to surrender to me.
Lord, I…
For thirteen years, I’ve asked you to give me your rage but you hold back.
Jaiyé was perplexed. He didn’t want his rage. He would gladly give it to God if he knew how.
You refused to accept your problem. You put on a façade in interacting with people, relying on human mechanisms to take away your rage. Why didn’t you call on the men you trusted in to help you tonight?
Jaiyé cried and sobbed. “Lord, I’m sorry.” He didn’t realize he hadn’t trusted God for his rage. When the Lord had told him to surrender his rage, Jaiye had thought he meant forgetting his rage and leaving it behind. He decided to read books on how to control one’s rage. He never really asked the Lord for help.
Jaiyeolaoluwa, I asked you a question. How long do the you want to keep destroying my work?
Lord, I’m sorry. I will surrender…
I said I wasn’t talking about the rage. You and Felicia are destroying the work I have set to do in this family, in this household. How long will you arrive with me?
Jaiyé realised then the plurality of the you. “God, I spoke to Felicia about what you asked of me.”
And I sent you to deliver a message to her. I didn’task you to threaten her.
Lord, my rage…
When I instructed that you marry her, revealing my will unto you, I knew what I was doing. Never forget, that your life, your marriage inclusive is for the ultimate goal of the salvation of your soul. Felicia was the perfect instrument, designed from the beginning of the world, to help you with your rage. And you Jaiyé were to help her with her fears and insecurities and unforgiveness. Everyday I build and everyday, you remove the blocks and bricks I have laid. Why?
Lord, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.
I understand. Jaiyé, guard your heart and marriage. Guard your home. You are my vicar in this household. My bishop. I am building this family as my instrument and battle-ax to destroy the works of the adversary, even in this country. Trials will come. If you do not stand guard, this family will be broken apart piece by piece and the adversary will have won. Jaiyé, my words do not return to me void. I am promised but you have to live up to your side of the promise.
Apologise to Felicia.
“What?!”, Jaiyé said.
Jaiyé.
“She won’t respect me. She will take me for granted..”
Is that what you think or what your ridiculous pride thinks? Apologise to your wife.
Jaiyé sighed and prayed in submission.

omo see breakfast in bed o Weldone millie

Didn't see the early update coming. Thank you.

Khriztarl:
omo see breakfast in bed o
Weldone millie

Confirm breakfast

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Felicia cried till she could cry no more. She sat on the floor by her vanity, wondering what to do. Why wouldn’t the Lord just say something? Why did He allow for this rift? Why did Jaiyé want to seek out her father? The man had almost succeeded in tearing them apart. Did Jaiyé want to give room for that to happen again?
Why didn’t she have a witness in her spirit about what Jaiyé wanted to do? Jaiyé was wrong. He was probably just motivated by guilt. He didn’t have to feel guilty. What they did was a trivial as a simple offence whereas her father’s crime was worse than a felony. She sobbed harder. Jaiyé wanted to take her children away from her. She could picture the custody battle. It would be gory and bloody. Jaiyé's doggedness and shrewdness when it came to his clients' cases was phenomenal. What would happen when he was fighting for his children? He wouldn’t fight fair. He would hit her below the belt if he needed to.
What was she going to do? Her father was a diabolical man. If they sought him out, she could swear he’d use it as an opportunity to finish what he started. If Jaiyé became the monster he was before, she’d die. Dapo would grow up believing that was the proper way to treat a woman. Goosebumps covered her skin as she pictured being beaten up and raped by Jaiyé again. She sobbed again. Her skin crawled at the thought of it. She began to feel a reminding pain in her stomach from the numerous times he punched her belly. Her ears rang from the gazillion times he slapped her. Her lungs burned from the time he tried to waterboard her. Her inner thighs hurt from the times he forced himself on her. And her soul cried from the times he broke her heart.
She couldn’t relive that. The torture and agony was too much to bear twice in a lifetime. If she left him, he would hunt her down and take her children away from her.
God, do something.
“Anything.”, she cried and whimpered. She remembered the murderous glint in his eyes earlier. It was as though he wanted to rip her head from her body. She heard the door creak open and fear drowned her. What if her father’s charm never really stopped working. What if it was abated for a while and it had now resumed efficacy and the old Jaiyé was back. She looked around her for something to defend herself and she picked up a scissors from her vanity. She clutched it and hid it behind her. Her chest rose and fell in enormous trepidation and adrenaline was released into her system. Her endocrine system working relentlessly charging her blood with fight-or-flight hormone.
Self-defense wasn’t murder, right? Jaiyé himself had told her that. If he made a move, she’d stab him in the gut and go and pick up her son and get away from there. Her firm had an office in Calabar so shed head there. Jaiyé already knew she was in contact with Ose and would first try to look for her in Lagos. Calabar was her safest bet.
“Felicia.”, Jaiyé called as he entered the room. She clutched the scissors tighter despite her sweaty hands slackening her grip.
“Felicia?”, he asked as he headed towards the en suit. He knocked softly on the door and opened it. When he saw it was empty, he turned to face her direction and he saw her. Her system produced more adrenaline and she clutched the scissors tighter and her nails stabbed her palm but she didn’tcare. She had to be prepared.
“Fel, I…Felicia, I’m sorry.”, he said as he walked closer to her.
She shook her head. He was deceiving her.
Jaiyé closed the gap between them and knelt before her pathetic curled up form. “Baby, I’m sorry. I was mad and I wasn’t thinking straight.”
Felicia’s hand slackened momentarily and relief washed through her. She sobbed and cried at the thought that she had been prepared to maim her husband all in fear of the unknown. The words of new pastor’s wife at the fortnightly women’s prayer meeting rung in her ears. The woman had quoted the Message translation of first Peter chapter four verse eight.
Most of all, love each other as if your life depended on it. Love makes up for practically anything.
The Lord Himself had told that there was no fear in perfect love. How could she claim to love Jaiyé and be so afraid of him to the point of contemplating killing him?
She bowed her head onto her knees and wailed loudly. Jaiyé touched her arm and begged. He probably thought she was upset because of his threat earlier. How could she be? What did she do to deserve such a loving and God-fearing husband. She was the one who threatened him first and if he retaliated it wasn’t inhuman. But here he was apologising. Was God sure Jaiyé needed a wife like her? Jaiyé deserved better. He was too good to be stuck with such a fearful wife.
“Felicia, please, stop crying. I know I hurt you and I’m sincerely sorry.”, he pleaded.
She looked up at him and she tried to speak but her throat was too sob-bitten to left her speak. She knelt in front of him and hugged him. “I-I-I a-am sorry too.”, she croaked and sobbed again.
“Stop crying, please.”, Jaiyé said and hugged her back.
“Jaiye, I’m sorry. I’m just scared. Jaiyé, I’m scared. There’s so much fear in me that I can’t take it anymore.”, she cried.
“We’ll surrender it to the Lord. Stop crying. It won’t solve anything. Only the Lord will.”, he said and stroked her hair. “Stoo crying.” Her sobs reduced till they were little whimpers and Jaiyé held her through it all.

Millie sweetie

Millie Honey

Wow wow wow
U the best @Millieademi
Thank you for returning normalcy to that family (my favorite family)
I look forward to the day they'll visit her father together to apologize, reconcile and shame the devil
Thanks for the update miss/mrs. millieademi
More inspiration

Thank God Felicia and Jaiye have settled their differences.
It's been a while we heard from Roselle and Mayowa....
Thanks for the update ma'am

Ann2012:
Thank God Felicia and Jaiye have settled their differences.
It's been a while we heard from Roselle and Mayowa....
Thanks for the update ma'am

Well, they got married and are living happily ever after.

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Délé stared out the window thinking about what Seyifunmi said earlier in the day. A smile crossed his lips. She loved him? Was she serious or she was just playing around? He didn’t take words lightly. He shook his head and decided she was just joking around. He wouldn’t put it past her. He’d leave things the way they were. He’d keep his real feelings to himself. She didn’t have to know how much he loved her. He really wished she meant it.
The blare of the intercom interrupted his thoughts. He sat up in his chair and tapped a button to receive the call.
“Yes, Teni?”, he said as he sorted through the files on his desk.
“Sir, there’s a Mrs. Ige and a Mr. Adewunmi here to see you.”, she said.
“From which company? I don’t recall having an appointment today.”, he said.
“Sir, you don’t and they aren’t from clients. They insist the reason they’re here is important and confidential.”, Teni said. “Do I let them in?”
“I hope they aren’t for some charity organization. They should go to the CSR department.” Teni paused for a while and he heard voices underneath.
“Sir, they say they aren’t.”
“Fine, let them in.”, he said and hung up. Ige and Adewunmi. He didn’t know any Adewunmi. The only Ige he knew was his father. This was a woman. Probably just a coincidence.
The door opened and he looked up. He saw Teni lead in an elderly woman and a young man. The woman was wearing a green lace caftan and her hair was covered with a matching lace scarf with a small heeled slippers. The young man was wearing a simple polo shirt on jeans with Derby shoes. They were to causal to be on business or representing an NGO. He hoped they weren’t one of those 'support our ministry' louts.
“Good afternoon.”, he greeted and stood to shake them.
“Good afternoon, Délé.”, the woman said. His raised his brow as he sat. He didn’t know the woman. Why would she call him Dele?
“Im sorry. I don’t know these faces. And yet you called me Délé. That’s awfully weird.”, he said and reclined in his seat. He watched them exchange a look of trepidation. What were they hiding?
“Do I know you two? Or am I supposed to?”
The woman cleared her throat and the man sighed. They kept quiet and irritation spurred within him. Did they come to waste his time?
“Look, I was quite busy before you came in. You told my secretary it was important and confidential.”, he said, hoping they would say something.
“Wo, baba oko mi.”, the woman said as she descended to her knees.
Surprise shot through him. “Madam, please stand up.”
“Please, let me remain this way.”
“Please, tell your mother to stand up.”, he said. The young man rather than do what he asked join the woman on the floor in a prostration.
“What is the meaning of this? I asked you to state why you’re here. Instead, you go on your knees.”, he said and stood. “Please stand up. Please. E ma so mi l'enu. Mummy, e dide.”
“Wo, Bámidélé. I am not in the position to be here but I am because I am desperate. Ina n no mi l'abe aso. That is why I’m here.”, the woman said in tears.
“Oya, mummy e dide. Stand up first. If it within my power, I will help you. Just stand up, please.”, he said. Seeing the woman before him was like seeing his mother before him on her knees crying.
“Ose.”, she said and sat on the chair she was on. The guy stood too.
“Okay. So, who are you and what exactly do you want me to do for you?”, he said.
“I am Mrs. Funlola Ige and I am your uncle’s wife. Your cousin was diagnosed of leukemia and we need a bone marrow donor…”
“So you want me to donate my bone marrow?”, he said.
“I know it’s too much to ask…”
“It’s more than too much to ask. Madam, I respect your age and the fact you knelt before me. Seriously, had I known who you were I would have never allowed you in.”
“Please. I know we don’t know each other but we are family…”
“Please ma, don’t get me angry. We are not family. My last name is Daramola not Ige. How can we be family? God will provide a donor for your daughter and heal her. I can’t help you. Please leave my office.”
“Please, we’ve come all the way from Abuja.”, the man said.
“I could care less if you’ve come from the North Pole. It is none of my business. Especially not after your father did to my mother. Please, I don’t want be crass and rude by threatening you with calling security. I beg you to stand up and leave with the two legs you came in with.”, Dele said and stood. He pointed at the door. “The door is that way. Don’t let it hit you on your way out.”
The woman stood reluctantly with the young man and left his office. Délé hissed and called Teni.
“Sir?”
“Teni, never let them back into my office.”, he put in and hung up.

Okay... Okay... Millie is trying to make me ABNORMAL also

OKAY! OKAY!
Dele sure have anger issues, but I don't blame hi, sha!
Millieademi, thanks for the update after a long wait. Please don't go solo on us again, hhmmmmm......
thank you so much!

anytime i load dix story a new episode pops up..millie is trying..i wish it remains lyk dix till it ends

oghenekome51:
OKAY! OKAY!
Dele sure have anger issues, but I don't blame hi, sha!
Millieademi, thanks for the update after a long wait. Please don't go solo on us again, hhmmmmm......
thank you so much!

Had a lot going on for me that week.

I'll try not to.