I sat down in my office fighting an inner battle. My inability to have a child was giving me so much turmoil. Every time my period skips a day, I buy pregnancy test sticks to test myself personally with the hope that it would turn out positive. The calendar has now become my best friend and I never passed a day without checking the calendar. It was like an addiction.
I had attended to a patient who was scared about her pregnancy because it was her first and she had been told that the first issue is always very difficult. I had advised her carefully, assuring her that she would be fine. She became very calm and enthusiastic, asking me if I had children of my own. She apparently is not someone who follows gossips if not; she would not be asking me that. I was flushed with all kinds of emotions but I did my best to hide it while she was there.
I told her that I was still expecting and she was sympathetic saying that she knew I would be a very great mother. Immediately she left, the tears I had kept at bay came cascading down my face. I checked the date again and saw that it was not even close to my date. I had so many baby things given to me as wedding gift over two years ago but they are all still brand new.
I dried my face with a hankie but my spirit was still down. An idea struck my mind and I was immediately on my feet. My pastor always preached about taking a leap of faith and that is what I am going to do – I am going to decorate my child’s bedroom.
I passed on duty to my assistant, picked my bag and headed home. I remembered Richard told me he just got a new assistant and that I was to meet her today for introduction sake but I already felt weak. I sent a message to Richard, explaining to him that I was a bit down and needed rest, knowing that he would call soon. I entered my car and zoomed off.
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Oyinade arrived home and flung her bag on the sitting room couch, frustrated. Apart from her initial encounter with Richard Branson, she had been ignored every other time she came in contact with him. He barely even glanced at her twice, throughout the day despite her deliberately cunning approaches. She had initially thought today would be splendid but she ended up feeling low and humiliated even though Richard did not do anything physically to warrant her humiliation.
She had called Ronke on her way so she was not surprised when her door flung open with Ronke letting herself in as was her usual habit.
“BRH baby, ki lo n se e? Talk to mummy” Ronke asked immediately she entered, heading straight for the refrigerator to fix herself a drink.
Oyin hissed and narrated everything to Ronke all over again even though she had done that already on the phone. Ronke drank slowly while Oyin rattled on. When she did not stop talking and Ronke was already tired of hearing, she screamed until she stopped and was glaring at her.
“What’s your problem girl? Did I not tell you I have a plan? Aahhh, I tire for you o” Ronke said exasperated. Oyin eyed her annoyingly.
“You dey craze. Why you no talk am since u enter? You dey there dey drink my expensive wine”.
“Just shut up and listen. When you are through, you would know that you owe me, big time” she paused to sip her drink, deliberately taunting Oyin. Receiving a stern glare, she smiled and continued, “You would have to put up with Richard’s coldness for a very short period. Before you can carry out any other plan, we need to create conflict between them. We need to break their trust in each other”
“OK…” Oyin said impatiently. Ronke continued.
“So, I made a research today and discovered the perfect tool to use. Belina had an Ex who is crazy about her. He is still unmarried and I believe he is still in love with Belina. After searching for a while, I got his facebook address and after going through most of his status uploads and some other things, I noticed that he still has feelings for her so we need to get him because he can help us create the discord we need. There is no love as strong as your first love. Do you grab?” Oyin assimilated this for a while and smiled, appreciating Ronke the more.
“OK, so how do we contact this guy, genius?” she asked cynically and Ronke smiled, very proud of herself.
She brought out a little piece of paper which had a phone number written on it and held it out. Oyin’s eyes widened in surprise and admiration as she collected the paper;
“You little witch. How did you get this?”
“Very easy. The man actually made his phone number public on facebook, I guess it worked to our advantage” she said grinning.
“But what if he doesn’t accept to do this?” Oyin asked what had been on her mind since the launching of the topic.
“Then, we would have to persuade him. A good amount of money should do the trick but if his male ego won’t accept it, we would give him something no man can refuse. You know…” she said smiling slightly. Oyin got the message and smiled openly.
“You are evil”.
“We both are. You realize you owe me big time, right?”
“Of course. I know that you are not free babe, not even to your friend”. Ronke laughed while Oyin dialed the number.
To be continued