My Boss Wife - S01 E12

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My Boss Wife - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

“I’m sorry for your loss.” I said as tears of

pity coursed down my face.

“Thanks.” Mr. Kayode responded, after which

he lowered his head and looked me in the

eyes.

“I’m also sorry for your loss.” He said, biting

his lips and brushing away the tears on his

face. As I made the move towards the door,

he called me.

“Tonia, I love you.”

“Hmmm, I don’t love you.” I said with a

frown. “Think about your dead wife and forget

about me.” I turned, stared at him before I

walked out of the hospital room.

“You have a very nice child.” The nurse with

whom I left my son with said softly.

“Thanks nurse.” I expressed my sentiments

of gratitude.

“Mummy, what about aunty Busayo? We were

together in the car before the car tumbled.”

“Aunty Busayo is fine.” I lied to my son.

“Mummy, is she dead?” My son asked. “I

heard a nurse telling another nurse that two

people died.” My eyes lingered on the face of

my child. What should I tell him? I began to

ponder. I was a little bit flummoxed.

“Take care of your son, I have to go now.”

The nurse said. I was thinking about Busayo

and the way death had suddenly stolen her

away from me.

“I appreciate you.” I told the nurse before she

briskly walked out of my sight. My son then

ran to my arms with a shout: “I love you

mummy.”

“Mummy loves you too honey.” I whispered

into his ears and he laughed as I pinched him

on the ear.

“What will I do now?” I was asking myself,

not knowing I was speaking out loud.

“Mummy will take me home.” My son said.

“That’s what you will do mummy?” My son

smiled and I saw my husband’s face in him

and his pointed nose reminded me of my

husband’s handsomeness.

I felt faint as I sat down inside the car. I

kicked it off and before I realized it, I was

already on the road, maneuvering the

steering wheel. My son was drinking the

yoghurt I bought him just outside the hospital

gate as I was thinking about Busayo. It all

sounded like a dream and I tried to evade the

thought of the fact that I will never chat with

her again, maybe until we meet in the

netherworld.

——————–

Five years later, my son wrote the entrance

examination into High School and he passed

with flying colours. I was elated that he was

going to a boarding school: St. Joseph’s

College. After I had helped him dressed his

bed and arranged his box in the hostel, I went

seeing the principal of the school.

“Good day sir.” I greeted him.

“Good afternoon Madame. You are welcome

to St. Joseph’s College.” The bulky,

bespectacled man made me feel at home.

He had gray strands of hair combed over the

top of his bald head and he was wearing a

black bow tie and a black suit that looked as

though it belonged to someone of a much

smaller frame. His white shirt strained at

each buttonhole as if one more bite of the

slice of bread on his hand would explode the

buttons around the cluttered cubicle. His

eyes blinked as he peruse through the list of

items on the prospectus. I sat very straight,

folding my hands on what remained of my lap

and silently wishing the best for my son.

“Mrs. Anthonia, did you get all these for your

son?” The principal asked me, holding the

prospectus.

“Yes sir, I bought everything required and

even more.” I answered him.

“Then be sure that your son will receive the

best training possible. We have the most

qualified teachers in the state.”

“I really do appreciate you sir.” I said when a

young lady barged into the office.

“Ooh, I’m sorry sir; I didn’t know you have a

guest.” The charming looking damsel

apologized to the principal.

“That’s no problem Miss Elizabeth.” She

handed a file to him before she turned

towards the door. I looked at the mini skirt

she wore and the way she walked, shaking

her butt made me smile.

As soon as I came out of the principal’s

office, I saw my son standing next to the car

chatting with another freshman.

“Mummy, meet Christopher my friend.” My

son said smiling and exposing his open teeth.

“Christopher, meet my mum, the best mother

in the world.”

“No, my mummy is the best mum in the

world.” Christopher said and I burst out

laughing.

“You two have great mothers.” I said. “And

don’t forget to marry your books.” I gave my

son some pocket money and gave

Christopher some two thousand notes before

I entered my car and kicked off.

——————–

During the holidays, my son invited

Christopher to spend some days with us. It

was while he was in our house that I

discovered that he had lost his mum and he

was being raised by only his father.

“I’m so happy to be here Odin.” He was

speaking to my son.

“I’m also happy you finally consented to

come around.” My son said, making a sigh.

“I never wanted to leave my dad all alone.”

“What about your mum?” My son asked him.

“My mum died while in an auto crash some

years ago.”

“I’m sorry about your mum but I’m glad we

have something in common.”

“And what could that be?”

“We are children with single parents. You

have a dad and I have a mum. We should be

glad and make merry.” My son said out loud

and I heard him from the kitchen.

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