Dirty Hustler - Season 1 - Episode 18

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Dirty Hustler - Season 1 - Episode 18

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Three months later, I discovered I was pregnant for Musa.

Broda and I went to a medical laboratory to run a pregnancy test to confirm if my suspicions were true. The result came out positive.

Broda was so delighted. He even bought a bottle of cheap gin on our way home to celebrate with. He didn’t allow me sip from the gin, he said he was scared I could lose the pregnancy.

“Baby, our dreams are coming true.” Broda smiled at me and took a deep swig from the bottle. “America, here we come!” He laughed. “All those 50k, 100k wey we been dey bill the Arab son end as from today. Na million way now.”

I smiled and nodded. As hard as I tried, I wasn’t excited. I couldn’t wait for Musa to pay up the money so I could remove the thing growing inside of me.

Broda kept on drinking happily. He was in a happy mood. I decided it was a good time to tell him what was on my mind.
“My love, I be wan suggest something.” I said nervously.

“Tell me.” He said with an encouraging smile.

“As we wan go overseas, I think say e good if I fit write senior WAEC, make I get the certificate so when we get there I fit start work then enter university.”

Broda bursted out laughing like I had just said the most ridiculous thing.

“You write WAEC?” He pointed his index finger at me as he kept on laughing. “Which university wan admit dullard like you? You no even mention Nigerian university, na the one wey dey oversea!”

He made me feel stupid and worthless. I wanted to cry but I did my best to hold back my tears.

He held his chest as he tried to stop laughing. “See Cherry, I no fit waste money to register for WAEC wey you go later fail woefully.”

He placed his hand on my back and rubbed it. “Nor worry, nor stress yourself, na good idea you bring.” He swallowed back a laugh. “I go take care of you all the way, all you need do na to born and train our children, I go find the money to take spoil una.”

He pecked me on my cheek. His breath reeked of alcohol.

“Now, relax my Queen. Wetin you wan chop make I cook for you.”

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I sat on Musa’s laps with my blouse unbuttoned, one of my breasts was exposed which he s----d on.

I bit my lips as I thought of how to tell him was pregnant. I had been procrastinating telling him for days. Broda was fed up and threatened to beat me up if I didn’t break it to Musa that day.

“Baby?” I began.
“Hmm?” He answered with his mouth still sU-Cking on my n----e.

“I want to tell you something.”
Musa released my n----e and looked at my face with a frown. “What? You want more money? Ah…Cherry I no know wetin–”

I cut him short. “No, no…it’s not that…”
“Then it’s what?” He asked getting impatient.

My mouth went dry. “Uhm… I- I am pregnant.”

His face turned red. He gently pushed me off his laps and stood up to face me. “What do you mean you’re pregnant? I think say you tell me you dey take drugs to comot am?”
I nodded slowly and looked away to avoid his eyes. “I don’t know how it happened.”
He sighed heavily as he walked to his desk. He turned to look at me and scratched his head.

“Okay…it’s fine, you know where you fit remove am?”
What a Bastard, I thought.

I shook my head hard. “I no fit remove am, I am a Christian, I can’t kill.” I said it exactly how Broda said I should.

If looks could kill, I would have been dead with the way Musa stared at me.
“Cherry, no be full human being yet…it’s nothing!”

I folded my arms and frowned. “I no fit comot am!”

Musa looked distraught. “I can’t marry you!”

I hated him that instant. Broda was right about everything, I thought.
“I never asked you to marry me. Just take care of your baby and I.”

He widened his blue eyes at me. His face got so red I thought he might explode.
“I will pay you any amount you want…please!”

I had him where I wanted.
I picked up my handbag and buttoned up my blouse.

“I can’t remove it.” I said as I walked out of his office.