“I don’t think I can do it.” I opened up eventually after being asked for the third time that day.
We were under the covers, about to sleep when she asked the question again.
“Why? Is there something you are scared of? Tomorrow is the day remember.” Benedicta reminded.
“I’m not scared.”
“Then what is wrong, six to seven months is not too long. Before you know it, everything will be over and you can return back to your normal life or… is it what I’m thinking?” She cocked a brow at me.
“Maybe you are just scared you might fall in love with him in the process?” She winked.
“Something like that can never happen. The thing is, I will really like to help him but I don’t know how to tell my parents about it. I didn’t tell them we were going out and to suddenly bring up a wedding…”
“That is no problem. How about you telling them you wanted to tell them only when things work out and if you are able to convince them about how much you guys love each other, that’s a done deal.” She beat the bed with her left palm.
“Love each other, my foot!” I muttered.
“Just telling you how to go about it. If you are able to convince her about that, she will allow you guys to go ahead with the wedding.”
“Tsk tsk tsk.” I clucked my tongue.
“Look at you talking. Easy to say, will you be there while I discuss it with them?”
“If you want me to be there, no problemo.”
The following day, there were a lot of things to do at work and madrigal, being his cold self didn’t cast me a glance except when he wanted me to do something for him.
Towards the time I would get off work, he didn’t bring it up or bother asking me about my answer and neither did I.
Maybe he already found someone else and that, would be good news for me.
Finally, when it was time to close for the day, I left for home after being given a go ahead.
Even then, he didn’t bring it up.
On getting home, I couldn’t just wait to tell Benedicta about it and so I had called her right away but at night, as I was going to reach out my hand to turn off my headlamp, I heard my phone ringing.
I checked to see who was calling.
It was madrigal.
“Oh God, don’t let it be about the contract marriage.” I prayed silently before picking up the call.
“Sir?” I answered the call while trying hard to calm my racing heart.
“Did I wake you?”
“No, just about to sleep.”
“Sorry for disturbing, maybe this can wait till tomorrow then.”
“No. You can discuss anything you want with me now.”
“It can wait.”
“If it is about the contract marriage,” My heart was beating really fast now.
“I will like to help you save your position.”
He was silent for a while.
“You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Goosebumps covered me from head to toes at his words.
“I want to do it.”
“We will discuss your pay for it, tomorrow.”
“I don’t want anything… in return.”
“We will discuss some more tomorrow.”
“Thank you and good night.”