contract - Season 1 - Episode 61

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 61

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“To where? I’m not going to one of your
clubs again. It’s weird.” She replied with a
smile.

“Anywhere you want.” He shrugged. “As long
as I’m with you.”

“That’s so cheesy.” She laughed, pretending
to be unaffected by his words.

“Girls like cheesy. Especially you Naija girls.”

He teased. “Abi you don’t like?”
He was stepping to close to her, and she
averted her gaze to the soup she was
stirring.

“The food is ready. Be useful for once and
bring the garri so I can make eba.”

…
“Tobi, have you seen my-” Abena stopped
when she noticed that he was talking to a
guest.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you
had a guest. I’ll be in my room, sorry.” She
said, going back up the stairs.

“No. Come back. This concerns you, I was
just about to call you.” Tobi said, gesturing
for her to take a seat.

She sat down, and looked at the man sitting
beside Tobi. He looked really familiar.
“Abena, this is Francis. Remember him? He
helped me find you when that… thing
happened. He’s a private investigator.” Tobi
said, and Francis gave her a small smile.
“Oh. I remember you. Thank you. Is this
about what happened?” She asked.
“No. Actually, I want him to look into your
mothers case.” Tobi said.

Abena shook her head, pushing back the
tears that threatened to fall. “The police
closed the case a long time ago. There’s
nothing we can do.”

“It won’t be treated as a police case. It is a
private investigation. All we would do is find
out the truth, and then, send it to the police
to prosecute.” Francis explained to her.
“Abena. Look at me.” Tobi said but she kept
on shaking her head. “Baby. Look at me.”
He tried again, and she looked at him.
“Let’s find out the truth, okay? All you need
is the truth.”

Silence stretched between them, and then
after a while she nodded, and gave a sad
smile.

“Good. So do you remember anything about
your mother. Enemies, fights, anything?”
Francis asked, bringing out his tablet to
write down whatever she would say.
“I don’t know. I was five at that time. I
hardly even remember her sef.” Abena said.
“Anything at all?” Francis pushed her.
She stared at nothing for a while. Thinking
and searching her memory for anything.

Then suddenly, she looked at Tobi, with a
triumphant glint in her eyes.

“My father. Every time we had a memorial
service for her, he always said that before
she died, she spent her last moments with
her family and her best friend.” Abena said,
giving a small smile at the thought.

Then suddenly, it struck her like lightening.
The day she left home, the words of Bridget,
her step mother.

“You’re just like your mother.”
“We were best friends, yet she stole him.”
“My mother’s best friend was my step
mother.”