Say Hi To Aliya - S01 E01

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Say Hi To Aliya - S01 E01

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 1

Things started to fall apart for me, when I informed my dear husband, Smith, that I was pregnant.

For a moment or two, great silence snatched the atmosphere, invoking temporary dumbness to my parrot husband.

Smith has been notorious for his never ending gist. There has never been a time where we will be in a room and it will be this silent.

While waiting for him to express his joy and thanksgiving to God for this gift, after 5 long years, I could only see his cold anger and unhappiness, boldly written all over his furry face.

I watched him uneasily seated on the brown sofa, with his white singlet drenched in the pool of his own sweat. His dark afro hair, shining under the influence of the fluorescent lamps placed in the sitting room. We had the bulbs changed last christmas, so every part of the room now looks brighter than before.

We also had an expert made our interior design, to suit our taste and of course, our class.

The sitting room is now more comfortable than ever. With our gorgeous wedding frame hanging on the beautiful wall; I displayed all of my front teeth like a little child getting a box of chocolate. Smith, on the other hand, had no expression on his face.

There’s nothing missing in this mansion, except a little one.

I kept watching him as sweat strands started paving their way from beneath his hair, down to his brown skinned forehead; which had twisted layers of skin, as a result of aging I guess. The sweat prevailed over every layer of wrinkled skin, down to his wide nose, which looked like a sited, fat, baby’s ass. I saw the tension as his cloudy eyes stared at me, like a final year student caught red handed cheating in an exams hall. Wondering why he could be sweating that much, I decided to check the degree of the A\C that was on, using the remote which was just beside my fair legs that were resting on the black, glass, center table, I discovered that the A\C was on the lowest degree.

‘Are you okay?’ I finally triumphed over the prevailing silence.

‘Yea, sure, I’m okay’ he mumbled.

‘But hey, you’re sweating under the A/C’ I tried drawing his attention to it.

‘Oh, that, I guess it is because of the excess pepper in the stew we ate a while ago’

I could sense the tension in his voice.

‘Are you sure? You’ve always being a fan of pepper, remember the ‘BALOGUN’ in your name.’

Teasing him a little to see if I could calm the tension down, he smiled a bit and got up from the sofa. His buttocks gave the sofa an impact, causing it to compress a little.

‘You’re leaving, you didn’t even say a word to me, I told you we will be having a baby in 9months time, after 5years of childlessness.’
I said, looking at him from the sofa I was sitting on.

After starring at me for a while, he finally gave his verdict.

‘We will not have that baby.’ He pulled down his singlet to cover his little pot belly, as if to say “my word is final.”

‘What?!’

I was forced to get up from where I’ve been sitting. I adjusted my newly made ponytail hair style, Which has been oozing the smell of hair spray and castor oil. I made my cubby body gain balance as I stood. I held on to my red net night gown, trying not to display my chest, but instead, displaying my newly painted nails, painted with black.

I gained recognition in school for my award wining fore head and my hour glass shape, just to mention a few. My white bulgy eyes also made me famous.

My heart skipped a thousand times, resounding multiple sounds. It was as if my heart beat paused, after hearing him say that.

‘yes, you heard me!’ he yelled at me

‘You’re a Joker! You must be joking!’ I yelled right back at him

‘We will soon know the Joker’

Pulling his black jean trouser upwards, he walked away.

I was dazed. I watched him as he leaped to get to the stairs. He has always been limping with his right leg ever since I met him. He had an accident some years back, and since then, his walking steps has always been abnormal.
I can’t think of why he said I can’t have that baby, I was perplexed to the point that I didn’t know what to do or say. This is what we have been praying about for the past 5years. He will always encourage me that God’s time is the best, but now that the time has come, he seemed so unhappy about everything.

After giving it so much thought, I hurriedly went upstairs to give him a piece of my mind. I met him holding on to his Iphone x, it was asif he just concluded a call.

‘Smith’ I began

‘If you’re going to bore me with the talk about that baby, then I don’t want to hear it’ He interrupted me.

‘Oh God! You can’t be serious now Smith, are you?’ I can’t give an accurate account of how I began to cry hopelessly.

‘I’m d--n serious!’ He picked his white towel and left to have his bath.

I kept wondering what has gotten over Smith. I couldn’t stop my cloudy eyes from raining.

He still found me crying after he finished having his bath. I guess my bulgy eyes has doubled its size by now.

I watched him walk toward the big family bed I was sitting on, with the towel wrapped around his waist, displaying his little pot belly, and a mischievious muscular arms.

He was a gym instructor before he had his accident, but of recent, he has been gaining an alarming weight.

‘Babe, stop this cry of a thing’. He held my hands with his wet hands, and made my head rest on his little pot belly.

I felt the coolness of his body, It made me feel at ease somehow.

‘you see, we don’t need a baby right now. He began

‘We need more time, more money… we don’t need a child now’

I got my face away from his belly hurriedly, as if they have suddenly started biting me.

‘Are you for real?

I got up from the bed

How much more money do we want to make? I am a successful fashion designer, making a lot of money with my numerous clothing lines. And you’re into real estates, of which you have been successful over time. My father is a business man, a Multi-billionaire and I’m the only child, so make me understand, How much money do we want to make? And we have been trying to have and child for 5 years now, how much longer are we planning to wait?’

‘Tonia, having children comes with a lot of responsibilities.’

‘I can sacrifice anything for this child. I married you when I was 35, and now I’m pregnant at 40. I’m gradually sliding into menopause Smith! Can’t you see!’ I enlarged my bulgy, swollen eyes.

‘who cares! Who the hell cares Tonia! You’re getting an abortion as soon as possible!’

‘No way!’

‘I don’t want to meet you in this house when I return’ he said to my face

‘How dare you Mr. Smith Balogun! I think I should give you a quick reminder; I own this house, my father bought it in my name when we got married, you should better get your senses or you’ll be the one to leave instead.

After giving me a long, furious look, he picked a jean and a T-shirt from the wardrobe and slammed the door at me.