contract - Season 1 - Episode 20

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 20

“So the famous Tobi Ademi can talk like
this.” She smiled.

“This is my house. I can talk however I
want.” He said quickly covering up his
smile.

She rolled her eyes. She knew he was trying
his best to stay away from her and not talk
to her but she wasn’t going to live in a
house and not talk to the only other person
in it.

“What about you?” He asked.
“How does it feel to be poor? Horrible,
thanks for asking.” She replied sarcastically.
“That’s one annoying thing about women.
Before you say one sentence, they have
replied with one paragraph.” He pointed out.
“Whatever. What did you want to ask?” She
asked biting her bottom lip. She prayed
silently that he won’t ask her about her
family.

“How does it feel to be pregnant?”
“Really?”
“What?” He shrugged, his lips tugging into a
small smile.

“Well… there’s a good part. It feels… weird.
You know, life is growing inside of me.
Another human, with a completely different
personality and way of thinking. Someone
else that would stand out in the world.
Sometimes I wonder how he or she-”
“Please refer to my child as a ‘she’.” He
said and she rolled her eyes.
“As I was saying, I wonder how she would
be. What she would grow up to be. If she
would look like me, or take your ugly face.”
She joked obviously lying about the last
part.

“You check me out every morning.” He
replied with a famous smile.

Okay, not so famous since he only showed
it to her and Joseph.

“I just wonder how she would be like.”
Abena said, her voice sounding far off.
“Abena, you do realize that-.” Tobi started
cautiously.

“I know. Don’t say it.” She said quietly. She
knew this would happen, and she was just in
her third month. She was already forming a
bond with the unborn child.
Silence hung heavily in the air for a while.
“What about the bad part?” Tobi finally
asked.

She groaned and he burst into laughter. “I
puke a lot, I eat like an elephant, my clothes
are already getting tight, and I’m so fat! Not
to mention that in six months from now, I
would have to push a head probably this big,
through a hole this tiny!” She gestured with
her fingers.

“Or maybe two heads?” Tobi asked with a
smirk.

“If I slap you ehn, you would see double.”
She threatened and he laughed again.
“It’s already almost three.” Tobi pointed out
after a while. “I should probably go to bed.”
She stood up and stretched not noticing that
Tobi’s gaze lingered on her back side longer
than necessary.
“Aren’t you going to clear where you ate?”
He asked.

She picked her plate and cup, intentionally
leaving his behind, and walked to the
kitchen. She dumped them in the sink and
decided to wash them the next day.
“Don’t even think about leaving those there.”
Tobi warned stepping into the kitchen.
“I”ll wash it tomorrow.” She yawned not
bothering to cover her mouth. He ignored
her and pointed at the sink.
“I don’t like messes in my house Abena.”
“It’s just a plate and cup. Your whole house
is still perfectly perfect. Like no one lives
here. Don’t worry.” She said dramatically
and started walking towards the stairs.
and started walking towards the stairs.

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“Abena. Don’t you walk away from me.
Come back this instant and tidy up this
sink.”
“You’ll get old fast if you keep talking and
acting like that.” She replied still walking
away.

He groaned in frustration. He liked things in
a particular way. Why was she messing that
up?
…
“Abena how many -”
Abena froze when she saw Tobi enter her
room, without knocking. She was just
stepping out of the bathroom with a towel
wrapped tightly around her.
“Didn’t your mother teach you how to
knock?” She snapped.
“It’s my house, I can do whatever it is that I
want.” He replied dryly.

“Abeg abeg, shut up jare. We get it, it’s your
overpriced house. But this is my room.” She
walked closer to him angrily. “In this room,
everything goes the way I want, its not part
of your house, as long as I’m here. Do you
get it?” She said raising her voice a few
octaves higher.

His jaw dropped but he quickly masked his
surprise with a frown. “Watch your mouth.”
“Next time, knock.” She pointed at him.
“Everything must go the way I want it to go
Abena. If you don’t want me to barge into
your room, lock the d--n door.” He said
while she bent down to pick a banana peel.
“Why are there banana peels lying in the
kitchen?”

“I woke up early this morning hungry so I
went to the kitchen and ate bananas as I
walked.” She said slowly.
“I have a dustbin for a reason Abena.” He
shouted.

“It’s just a small mess. You could practically
pick it up and the kitchen would still be
spotless.” She shouted back.
“Why are you so d--n annoying?” He
snapped.

“Why are you such a control freak?” She
spat out, glaring at him.

“And why do you have such a nice a-s?” He
blurted out to her utmost surprise.
Her mouth opened slightly and he froze.

They stared at each other for a few seconds
before he cleared his throat.

“Dont leave banana peels around again.” He
said calmly before leaving. Still in surprise,
Abena locked the door before removing her
towel.

As she walked down the stairs a couple of
minutes after, Tobi was leaning on a couch
already dressed for work.
“Look I’m sorry I’m messy alright. I’m used
to dropping things around so-”

“Like your bra?” He asked pointing to the
black bra on the couch in the space she sat
earlier in the morning.

“I forgot it there.” She said sheepishly.
“Just keep my house clean.” He warned and
she nodded with a strained smile.
“Yes sir. I won’t leave banana peels around
any-”

They were interrupted by the sound of
something breaking. Tobi fumed with anger
while Abena looked surprised. She had just
dropped a vase on the floor.

“I’m so sorry. It was a mistake. You can
deduct it from the next payment.” She
quickly said as she bent down to pick up the
broken pieces.

“Are you crazy?” He groaned helping her
stand up, trying to avoid her stomach. Her
fingers were bleeding from the broken
pieces that she touched.
“Do you know how important every single
drop of blood is for my baby?” He asked as
he led her to the sink.
As he washed her hands, she began to sob
quietly. “I’m sorry. I’m such a mess. I don’t
know why I’m even crying. Or why I’m
dropping things everywhere. And forgetting
to do things. I’m sorry.” She said quietly.