Belina - S02 E36 (Story Episode)

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Belina - S02 E36 (Story Episode)

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 36

Ronke spent nothing more than ten minutes in her house. She had spent five minutes taking out anything that had her name on it, her pictures, her files, international passports, ID cards and so on. All her
clothes were left where they were.

She removed the briefcase and stuffed all her
findings in her bag. The other five was spent confirming that she had indeed picked everything. Carrying everything, she left
the house in a hurry.

She flagged down a bike and
mentioned an address. Without negotiating, she
climbed the bike, looking as calm as possible in order
not to rouse any suspicion. When she got there, she
paid the bike man, asking him to keep the change. The hail of the bike man
followed her as she walked away.

She took out her phone as
she walked and dialed a number. ‘Hey Jim, whats up
nw… I need a favour ooo… I want to put my house in
another person’s name, can you do that for me as soon
as possible?… ahn ahn… no ooo I need it in an hour nooowww… don’t worry, I
would settle you, you trust me now… Ok… I am coming
over” she smiled
victoriously.

After thinking for about a minute, she dialed another
number.

“Ajokybaby” she said immediately she phone was picked. She laughed
heartily at the response.
“Bawo ni?… don’t mind that
one jare… Everyone dey do hin own runs now… na so…

as to the real matter, how would you like to live in my
house?…” she laughed at the response. She had expected it. She went ahead to explain everything she had planned on saying,
enjoying the excited
squeals she was receiving.
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I knelt down beside my bed, talking to my Father. The discussions I always have with my father in prayer are
always as if I am talking to a
physical being. It helps me to see God, not just as my
God and creator, but also as my father. I noticed the
difference it makes: when you pray the normal routine-like prayer, you
tend to forget that God is actually your father and you
pray amiss. The true
meaning and relevance of
‘The Lord’s prayer’ which starts with ‘Our Father who
art in Heaven’ had become more real to me when I decided to turn every prayer into a conversation
with God. It gives you the
feel that God is listening to
what you are saying as a
father listens to his child
and it makes prayer more
exciting and appealing.
After about thirty minutes, I
stood up. Richard had
already gone to the
hospital. We already had
our family prayer before he
left but since I have been
signed to stay put at home,
I decided a lengthy prayer
would be wonderful. I have
not stopped thanking God
for the miracle happening
in my tommy and I would
continue to thank Him for
as long as I have the
strength to.

I showered and combed my
hair tenderly after
massaging enough oil and
cream into it. I was fully
dressed and was standing
right in front of the mirror,
checking myself out and
combing my hair to
perfection. I still could not
figure out why I had to stay
at home. I miss my office
terribly. I am not yet heavy
for crying out loud.

Yesternight had been so
wonderful, simply mind-
blowing. I had even
forgotten to ask about the
hospital, about Kelvin, his
assistant – the little w---e
and many others. I was just
contented having my love
with me. The hospital has
not been discussed at all
since last week, it was as if
he was avoiding the
subject, like something
would upsetting him if he
as much as talked about it. I
wanted to bridge the topic
yesterday but something
stopped me – it was the
desire to have my husband
to myself without any work
related talk.

My phone beeped and I
smiled when I stared at the
screen.

“Hey Pric…” I laughed at the
long sermon Prisca was
ranting due to my not
calling her for three days.

“I
am sorry ma… No, don’t. I
am coming over… Cmon
now, what is wrong with
everyone these days? I am
pregnant not crippled… my
being pregnant does not
stop me from moving
now… stay right there, I am
coming over and that is
that.” I dropped the phone.
Now, everyone wants to
take Richard’s stance? I
would not allow that. I
laughed as I remembered
the words Prisca had said,
trying to convince me to
stay at home. The baby is in
my tummy for God’s sake,
not on my legs. I shook my
head with a smile and
picked up my purse, phone
and car keys.