My Boss Wife - S01 E10

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My Boss Wife - S01 E10

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

“What are you doing?” Busayo asked as soon

as she entered the hospital room.

“Ooh Busayo, I was thinking you weren’t

coming again.”

“Not coming again? Noo, I would have arrived

earlier if not for the traffic.” She said smiling.

My son had been discharged from the

hospital and I was dressing him up when she

came in. She had told me she would be

coming after work and I thought she was not

coming again since it was already late in the

evening

“Hmmmm, I just hope we will reach home

early this evening.”

“We would reach home naah, let me help you

put the clothes in the suitcase.” She started

arranging the clothes as I was drawing up his

pair of trousers.

“Thank you joor.”

“Aunty Busayo good evening.” Odin greeted

her.

“Odin, how are you?”

“I am fine but mummy said I broke my hand.”

“Don’t mind mummy; your hand is fine.”

“I don’t mind my mummy but I’m thinking

about my daddy because I saw a man on top

of mummy the other day.” He shook his head

and I watched his eyes closing and opening,

wondering what was exactly on his mind.

“Odin, don’t worry about that man; mummy

loves you so much.” I said as I quickly tied

his belt around his waist.

“Tonia, you have to do something fast about

that Kayode of a man before he…”

“Trust me naah, I am dismissing him from

office as soon as I step my feet there

tomorrow.” I was saying when the nurse

came in with Odin’s drugs. I received the

drugs from her and put them inside the

suitcase before we left the hospital.

The next day, I told my secretary to typeset a

letter for me. It was Mr. Kayode’s Letter of

Dismissal. I had spent the night thinking

about whether to go ahead and dismiss him

or not since he had not done anything

against the company’s moral code. I decided

to still ask him to leave because I couldn’t

stop thinking of him; working closely with him

can ignite my feelings and I don’t want that

to happen again.

“Madame, is there anything wrong?” Mr.

Kayode said when I summoned him to my

office.

“Who are you calling Madame? You better get

out from my sight before I…” I threw a white

envelope at him without saying a word.

“Madame, is there any work for me outside

the office environment?” He asked calmly.

I looked at him and remembered the first day

I met him; the day he touched me. I tried to

evade the experience of him out of my mind

but it all seemed like a herculean task. I

settled at my desk and began moving my

fingers on the arm of the chair as I showed

him the way out of my office. After some

three minutes, my office phone rang. The

secretary was calling to let me know that he

was coming to see me.

“Tell Mr. Kayode I don’t want to see him in

my life.” I shouted on the phone. “Let him

get out of my life.” I said to myself.

“But Madame…” the secretary was saying.

“Do as I say or you lose your job.” I said,

sounding bossy.

After work that day, Busayo intimated me on

her new found friend. She had met another

guy and she seemed to be falling for him

already.

“The guy is just awesome.” She was saying

and smiling.

“Bussy-baby, who is this guy you are already

crazy about?”

“His name is Andrew; I met him just by my

gate.”

“By your gate, doing what?”

“Oh, he was asking about a neighbour and we

ended up exchanging numbers.”

“Busayo, you have to watch him before you

let him steal your heart without loving you.” I

was telling her and she was just smiling.

“Busayo, what charm did he do for you?” I

asked her and she burst out laughing.

“Charm ke? Andrew is just different; I fell in

love with him as soon as I saw him.”

“Love abi? I just hope Andrew will not

deceive you like Peter did.”

“No, Andrew cannot do that. The way he

smiled at me made me forget my former

love.”

I was happy that nothing disastrous had

happened to my son. He was playing his

computer games when I returned from work

and the way he welcomed me made me

remembered my late husband.

“Mummy, mummy, welcome.”

“How are you honey?”

“I’m fine mummy; I love my mummy.”

“Mummy loves you too honey.”

After I cooked that evening, my son told me

as we were eating that he wants to go to

school the next day. I wanted him to have

more rest until he recovered fully but the

smiles all over his face couldn’t let me say

no. I saw in him the face of my late husband

and I loved him more.