contract - Season 1 - Episode 53

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 53

“What would I be doing in Canada? Abeg, I’m
staying home.” She said nonchalantly,
although she really didn’t want him to go.
“Are you sure? The hotel room is really
cozy.” Tobi wiggled his eyebrows and her
jaw dropped.

“Tobi! Ew. We’re eating.” She laughed.
“I could provide desert.” He joked.
“Oh Jesus!”

…
“Remember to lock the doors every time.
Don’t leave lights on when you’re not using
them in case of anything like a high current.
Don’t sleep off when you’re cooking. Don’t
move furniture. Don’t over work yourself.
I’ve instructed one of my guys to come over
everyday and check on you. Chinwe would
still come to cook and clean. No running
down the stairs. Keep the house tidy. Don’t
do anything stupid-”

“Abeg be going to where you’re going jare.”

Abena cut him off, slightly amused.
“I just want to make sure you’ll be okay.” He
sighed and looked at her.

“I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself.” She
replied, a small smile on her lips.
“Be careful. You’re the only one at home.
Don’t slip and fall or anything, you know
how clumsy you can be.” Tobi said quietly.
“Excuse me?” She feigned annoyance,
placing her hands on her hips.
“It’s not too late to join me. Its a private
jet.” He offered.
She was so tempted to say yes.
“Just get going. The faster you leave, the
faster you come back home.”
Home?
He didn’t seem to notice her choice of
words. And if he did, he didn’t seem to
mind.

“Yes ma’am. Cook for me when I get back.”
He said.

“Get me Canadian stuff.” She replied and he
laughed. He pulled her into a hug and she
relaxed in his arms, inhaling his scent.
“I know you”ll miss me.” He joked as he
pulled away, about to head for his car.
“What can I say? You’re growing on me.”
She gave a cheekily smile and watched him
get into his car and drive away.
She walked back into the large house and
suddenly, if felt too big.
Too empty.
…

Abena spent her days decorating the
nursery with the interior decorator, or
hanging out with Dera, trying to pass the
time so that the week would go quickly. She
missed Tobi, no doubt. And instead of her
feelings to start diminishing, as she planned,
instead, it seemed to be the same.
Or even worse.

She had given the interior decorator the day
off, because the woman needed to sort out
a family issue, so it was just her and the
sound of the television drowning the silence.
She surfed through the channels, not finding
anything to watch. She heard the door bell
ring and lifted an eyebrow.
She looked at the clock, 12pm, it was the
time that the interior decorator normally
resumed.
Didn’t she get the text?
She walked up to the door and opened it.
“Uju, I sent you a text. Didnt you recieve-”
Standing before her wasn’t Uju, it was a
slim model like lady glaring at Abena, or
more specifically, Abena’s stomach. She
wore a body con dress that was too short
for her, and she shifted uncomfortably in the
dress, meaning it was also too tight.