Abena

~~~WHAT A WÎCKÈD WORLD!~~~

EPISODE 6

"Philip what are you trying to do? My husband will never try such! Are you planing on ruining my marriage?"

"Oh oh oh. So as I've told you, I'm now the bad person abi! It's alright. Maybe I shouldn't have told you in the first place."

"Wait... Wait.. Can you explain how the girl in person looks like. Is she tall?"

"Courage, whenever you're ready to talk, you can always reach out to me. This is not something we should discuss over the phone," he said, ending the call. Given the seriousness of the situation, I was even afraid to contact him. "My husband would never cheat on me. What is this man trying to do?" "No, this couldn't be true. After losing our son, he would still have the audacity to bring another woman into our home?" "Well, I guess I'll just sit back and observe. Time will reveal the truth."

I returned to the house after spending some days with them. Given the ongoing crisis, I made the difficult decision to resign from my job and fully embrace my role as a mother at home. While my husband continued to work, I dedicated myself to closely monitoring our child. Simultaneously, I kept a watchful eye on my husband to determine if there was any truth to Philip's accusations.

I temporarily suspended Ola of his duties and informed him that I was no longer as busy as before, indicating that I could handle the house chores on my own for the time being. However, I made it clear that in the event of an overwhelming workload due to additional responsibilities with the children, I would reach out and ask for his assistance again.

Ola never wanted to leave but I told him he had to, making him to understand that I don't know who to trust with my children that I don't want what happened to repeat itself. He later accepted the decision and collected the remaining portion of his salary for that month before departing.

Everything started to fall into place for me except for Philip who usually disturbs my line with calls. I embraced my role as a mother at home, ensuring that my daughter was given the care and upbringing she deserved. With this in mind, I made the decision to transfer her from her previous school to a new one where I had complete confidence in the quality of education and care she would receive. She began her journey in Primary 1, and although the school administrator pleaded and begged for her return, I stood firm in my decision. I made it clear that my decision was final, and to my relief, my husband supported and stood by my side..

Two years later, I became prègnant again. Amanda, our daughter, was around 9 years old. During those years, I devoted my time to being a stay-at-home mom, cherishing the precious moments with Amanda. However, tragedy struck when I lost the baby during childbirth.

I became pregnant for the third time, and in my heart, I made a solemn vow that if anything were to happen to my child this time, I would not attempt pregnancy again. It seemed as though fate had determined that I was meant to have only Amanda as my child. However, by the grace of God, all my silent prayers were answered, and I was blessed with twins - a baby boy and a baby girl. That was when Amanda was thirteen and still in secondary school.

When Tiana and Samuel reached the age of four, an opportunity presented itself for me to secure a new job. Melinda directed me to Philip's friend from our church which informed me about a job with a higher salary compared to my previous job. It was also mentioned that transportation and meals would be covered by the company. I discussed the opportunity with my husband, and he gave me his approval, stating that it would be beneficial for me to be productive and engaged rather than staying at home all day.

But I tried explaining to him that it was because of the children. He pronounced that Amanda is now old enough to watch over the children and be dressing them up for school and I took his advice and resumed work.

One day, while I was in the compound, meticulously selecting beans during the afternoon, Ola suddenly entered the house accompanied by a young boy appeared to be around 22 years old. It struck me how much Ola had grown. He had transformed into a man, towering with a well-groomed beard and a broad chest. Despite their serious expressions, I greeted them warmly. Sensing something amiss, I inquired about the matter at hand that seemed to be bothering them both.

"Ola, longest time. How's your parents?"
"Madam they're fine o. Madam this my friend Jack. He has been struggling with life right from the very beginning and...." I halted ola.

"Leave him; let him talk. Allow me to hear from him," I instructed him as his friend quickly dropped to his knees and began pleading and speaking.

"Madam, I am starving. Madam, I am starving. I would like to work with you, assisting with cleaning your house, washing your clothes, and other household chores. Madam, whatever you are willing to pay me, I will accept. Currently, my bank account has nothing, and I have neither a father nor a mother. Madam, please, madam abeg," he continued to plead, this time prostrating himself on top of the sand.

"Please, get up...get up...it's alright. I will reconsider because Ola had previously worked with me and he demonstrated great diligence and hard work. However, give me some time to think about it. Please provide me with your contact information," I told him.

"Amanda...where is the rice that I asked you to bring? The rice is not ready yet! How many hours does it take you to cook that rice, huh?!" I shouted, and she hastily responded, "Mummy, I'm coming."

As she was approaching with a plate full of banga rice that she had dished out, she unexpectedly dropped everything on the ground upon spotting the two boys few. She immediately ran back inside, leaving me gripped with fear.

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