contract - Season 1 - Episode 25

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 25

“Nope. Apparently you’re a friend of Joseph
too, so he wants to see you.” He smiled,
feeling guilty about leaving her.

He helped her stand up, and she stretched.
She followed him, with a hand on her belly,
a habit he had noticed.

“Abena! My favourite person.” Joseph joked
as they entered the room.
“For someone who almost lost a leg, you’re
very happy. I like that.” Abena commented
with a laugh.

“Sorry I didn’t acknowledge you before. I’m
Dera.” Dera said to Abena.
“No problem. I’m Abena.” Abena replied.
“That’s…”

“Ghanaian.” Tobi cut in and Abena smiled at
his memory.

Joseph wiggled his eyebrows at them.
“If I slap you ehn. Sick or not.” Tobi warned.
“No vex. I forgot you were a billionaire.”
Joseph joked and they all laughed.

“Sit down Abena. You must be feeling very
tired.” Dera offered, gesturing to the couch.
“Actually, since I’ve seen that this idiot is
well, we’re leaving. I would come and see
you tomorrow morning.” Tobi announced.
“Okay then. Hope to see you again.” Dera
said, referring to Abena, who replied with a
smile.

“What about me?” Tobi asked, feigning hurt.
“I’m already tired of your face.” She joked
and Joseph gave her a high five.
“You guys are perfect for each other. Go
away.” Tobi smiled.

“Actually, you’re the one that’s supposed to
go away. Give us some couple time.
Odabo.” Joseph said, gesturing for them to
leave.

“Whatever.” Tobi laughed. “See you
tomorrow.” He added before stepping out,
with Abena following him.

…
Once they were in the car, Tobi turned to
Abena, with an apologetic smile. “Sorry.
About how I treated you. I took out my
frustration on you and it wasn’t fair. Then I
left you in the waiting area where you were
obviously uncomfortable. And you’ve
probably not eaten.”

“It’s okay. I understand. But you’re making
me food once we get home.” She smiled
back.

“Deal.” He flashed her his charming smile.
“I’ve never seen you like that before. So…
out of control.” She spoke up.

He visibly relaxed in his seat, and made no
move to start the car.

“I had a lonely childhood. Busy parents, no
other siblings, surrounded by the household
staff. You know, typical rich kid problems.”
He gave a nervous laugh and she smiled at
him, encouraging him to go on.
“We went to the same nursery school, but
that’s nursery school. We were still innocent
children. But when we got to primary school,
I was an awkward child. I had no friends
because I didn’t know how to play the
games they played, and I didn’t watch the
movies they watched or listen to the songs
they listened to. I was a…” He paused,
looking for the right word.
“Misfit. I was a misfit. But Joseph talked to
me. He became my friend. Showed me the
games they played, movies they watched
and even the songs they listened to. He
taught me Pidgin English, because it’s
apparently compulsory for every Nigerian to
know. He didn’t treat me like a rich kid, he
treated me like a friend. He’s like the
brother I always wanted, with less common
sense.” He smiled and she gave a light
chuckle.

“My point is, I don’t have a lot of people in
my life. So I try my best to be there for the
ones I have.”

As he drove out of the hospital, she couldn’t
help but wish she was one of the people in
his life, but she knew she wasn’t. If was
ever there for her, it wasn’t because he
cared about her, but because he cared
about the baby inside of her.