I walked home looking so stunned. I had been admiring my employer 4 d past one week even though it was done secretly. No matter how hard I tried to last week, his profile kept appearing in my subconscious & now I had seen him today & had found it terribly disturbing.
Now, even though I had been trying hard to dislike him, I found him more likeable & fascinating & just when I was hoping I would keep his friendship but leave things as friends, I discover that he is my boss. My boss! How possible is that?
Thinking about it, I had been secretly searching 4 d owner of d hospital & I had imagined him to be an elderly man of lets say fourty or fifty but I never imagined someone as young as Richard.
Everyone in d hospital was young & I liked that but having that young handsome guy as my boss is something I never imagined.
I finally got home & did not meet anyone at home. Mum was obviously having a filled day cos she always arrived b4 me. Thank God I had a spare key which prisca had given me in case of something like this. After changing my clothes & having a little shower, I went into d kitchen to cook some noodles cos I was famished & could not wait for any other thing.
Unlike me, I had a great urge to listen to d news; I don’t know if it is cos of my dad’s trial which was in 2days time but I switched on d TV nonetheless. Immediately I turned on d TV, I took it to d normal Tv stations & d first thing I heard was, “Mr uche Badmus has just been released from police custody. The real murderer of Olatunji James have been found & identified as Tolu Adeniji”
“What?” I said shocked. The picture of d real murderer was displayed on tv but I was not interested. I could not imagine how that could happen. Nigerian police always makes silly mistakes. How could they convict a man who was not proven guilty, I thought. I wondered about what my dad was going through & even though I had convinced myself that I did not care if he hanged, I still could not erase d fact that he is my father.
My phone rang out just then & I noticed that it was an unknown number.
“Hello Belina”,came d voice I knew very well
“Dad? Is that u” I asked already standing
“yes, it is me, belina”, he replied faintly.
“What do you want from me? I heard u were set free, good 4 u but what do u want from me ehn? Oh… u have another guy u would like to sell me to since d former buyer is dead uhn?”
“No, it is not that. I… I am sorry for all I did to u, pls, I only want ur forgiveness”, he said. I laughed,
“oh, what a nice ploy. So u think u would say sorry,I would come home & u would carry out ur plans abi?” I asked amazed
“no, it is not that. I realized that I have been unfair to u & I am so sorry”, he said & sounded like he had been crying.
“sorry? Sorry for what? For everything u have been doing to me ever since I was a little girl? Sorry for the way u maltreated my mother? Sorry 4 the s–t u brought home just days after her death? Sorry for what?
“Pls, I can explain everything,I have reasons but it is not a good one. Pls, I need to see u”, he said.
“well, I don’t want to see u & I never want to see u for the rest of my life” I said & hung up.
I felt like smashing d phone on d floor but I did not, but it slipped out of my grasp anyway. I fell to a heap on d floor & cried my eyes out.
Richard had been right; I could present a bold & strong front in d presence of people in order to keep them encouraged but deep down, I wanted someone to love me & love me deeply. I wanted d love of a father & a mother.
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Prisca’s parents had given me that & my days with them had been d best part of my life.
After crying for some time, I felt better & started thinking straight again but I knew that I needed something to lift my spirit so I picked up my phone, scrolled through my music album looking for that one song I knew always did d trick & found that song. I started relaxing as I listened to ‘Everywhere u go’ by Kim Burrell
Everyone seemed to have had a very long day cos everyone got home late. I had prepared white rice & beans b4 they arrived. They were all happy that I had made dinner & they told me that. Everyone felt tired one way or another & I did not have d heart to bring my own problems to bug them again, besides, they had already done enough for me & I did not want to overstep my bounds.
“Belina”, Mr Jegas called I turned round
“sir?” I answered.
“u have been quiet for quite a while now, is anything d problem?” he asked looking worried. Mum was busy in d room & Prisca had gone to take her bath, so there had been nobody to keep my mouth running.
“No sir, I… I am fine” I answered. He stared at me for some seconds & finally said,
“I don’t buy that, come” I stood reluctantly, went to meet him & sat beside him on d couch.
“Now tell me, did anything happen at work? Talk to me”, he said giving me audience. I sighed remembering my day at work but said,
“nothing bad happened at work sir”
“so what is d problem?”
“it is my… my dad. He has been released and-…”
To be continued