Two Months Later….
Time seemed to standstill for some weird reason and no matter how much Rosita tried to comprehend it, she couldn’t. She sat on the sofa of the sitting room and stared at the bills she had to pay. Her husband was nowhere to be found. He had packed his things two months ago and left without turning back. Her family had heard about it and had been having series of meetings with his family, they were trying so desperately to patch their broken marriage with ceaseless meetings. Rosita looked at her children’s extracurricular classes payment and sighed, the bill was one hundred and two thousand naira and she didn’t have enough to pay for it. She had thought that her husband would at least pay the fees for the children but to her dismay, he hadn’t paid a dime. Things were turning from bad to worse and worst of all, it seemed as though there were no solutions to her unending problems. Every Friday, she made her way to the meeting hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of her sisters but it seemed as though they too had been swallowed up by the earth. Marianna didn’t take her calls and neither did Patricia and Rosita didn’t have anyone to confide in, only God, whose silence seemed deafening.
“Oh God, how am I going to pay these fees? Where am I going to get the money from? My account is almost dry and I have nothing left.” She sighed. “Why did I think that my husband would be reasonable enough to pay his children’s fees? Even if I’ve offended him, the children have done nothing to deserve this. If I knew that this would happen, I would have taken my savings and started a new business.” She said.
She thought of the resumes she’d tried to send and the only interview she had been called for. Before going for the interview, she had spent one hour in intense prayer, asking God for His help. On getting to the interview venue, she had sat down, facing the interviewers with an advert-worthy smile on her face.
“Good morning…” She had greeted.
“Good morning.” A stiff faced looking man responded.
She’d watched as he went through her resume as though he was looking through it for the very first time.
“It says here on your resume that the last time you worked was seven years ago.”
“Yes sir, but that was because I decided to take a break to take care of my family.” She’d replied.
“What have you been doing these past seven years?” The second interviewer asked, she was a woman.
“Errrmm…I have been keeping busy…I have been managing my home and…I have been involved in a lot of activities as well.” She’d replied.
“Seven years is a long time madam, there are a lot of new things that has come up over the past few years. How do you think that you can catch up with the trends?” The stiff-faced man had asked.
She had kept silent because she didn’t know what to say.
“Madam, did you ever place ‘going back to work’ in the list of your future priorities? From what I see, you never intended to re-join the workforce.” The man had continued.
The interview had felt like a trial in court of law instead of an interview.
She sighed again and rubbed her face with her palms. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to the clock on the wall and she jumped off her chair in alarm. She had been so engrossed in her worries that she’d forgotten about her kids. As it is, she was already twenty minutes late. She picked up her car keys from the centre table and quickly wore her slippers then dashed out of the house and locked the door behind her.
She got downstairs and got into her car and pushing the keys inside, she turned it but nothing happened. She removed her keys again and pushed it in and turned it again but it still wouldn’t start. She had no idea of what to do. She got out of her car and opened the bonnet but everything seemed strange to her. Her husband took care of the car repairs and he was the one who called the mechanic to work on the car. She brought out her phone and dialled the mechanic’s number and he answered.
“Hello, Olajide…it’s me Rosita…oga’s wife.” She said.
“Ma?” The mechanic answered.
“My car seems to have developed some kind of fault, can you please come and check it out for me?”
“Madam I dey far oo…but I fit to come but…” He trailed off.
“Ma, I know say Oga nor go pay me for dis work ooo…” He answered.
“What do you mean by that? We both know that my husband pays for the car repairs.”
“Ha…madam, I nor sure say he go pay dis one ooo because de last time wey I work on his motor, he talk say na to ya tent oh Israel. I dey ask am if ya car don dey work fine and de way he take answer me ehn, I nor see mouth to ask anoda question. When I finish with his car, he talk say na only his car he go dey service and maintain from now on. Madam, una fight?”
Rosita ended the call and quickly closed the bonnet of her car, she locked the car doors and walked out through the gate of the house. She felt so angry, upset and bitter. How could her husband say that? What was his motive? He hasn’t even asked for a divorce or asked that they stopped being married but abandoning his duties as a husband to her told her that their marriage was heading down the rocks.
She felt helpless.
Marianna looked at her husband and her nerves almost failed her. How could she continue like this? She thought.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get checked by a doctor?” He asked her.
She shook her head.
“I’m sure it’s some sort of a fever but I will be fine.” She pouted.
“Well…I’ll be home to take care of you. Thankfully, I won’t need to travel as regularly as I used to because the deal has finally been closed.” Ifeanyi, her husband said.
“I am so thrilled that you are staying home today…we could watch movies and eat food out from the pot.” She giggled.
“You bush girl! I thought we’ve dropped that habit.”
“Dropped what? No way!” She laughed then placed her palm on her head as though she was a little dizzy.
“Are you okay? Let’s get you to the hospital.” Her husband said to her in concern.
“No, I’m well…I just need to use the toilet, I’ll be right out.” She said as she hurried upstairs to the bedroom and picked up her handbag then, rushed into the toilet.
She looked at the Pregnancy kit in her hands and sighed.
“You’ve been avoiding this for so long but it has got to stop. You need to know the truth and know it now.”
Three minutes later, the stick tested positive.
Chuks was with his future in-laws when his phone began to ring, he sighed deeply and looked at the caller ID. He had been avoiding her calls for quite some time now.
“So, we have settled on the colours of the day. It’s peach and lavender. I will wear peach while Chuks’s mum will wear lavender.” His future mother-in-law was saying.
His wife-to-be took down notes in a long jotter and nodded in affirmative.
“Yes, peach will suit you better and lavender will go well with Chuks’s mother’s skin tone.” She was saying.
“Honey, I have to take this call from my office…I’ll be right back.” He said.
“But honey, our wedding is in less than a month and we still haven’t finalized on the colours for our mothers. We are running out of time and haven’t done anything. We need to sit together and finalize on everything for the wedding. That’s the reason you took your annual leave, right?” His fiancé protested.
“The call will be brief…I promise.” He said and walked away.
Once he was out on the balcony, he answered the call.
“Chuks, you haven’t been answering my calls?”
“Patricia, I am so sorry darling…I have been tied up.”
“When are you coming back to Lagos?” She asked.
“Well, maybe next week.” He said.
“You’ve have been away for three days already and I miss you.”
“I miss you too but this is work and I need to finalize before coming back.”
She paused and said.
“I understand though…” She sighed. “It’s just that my mom is coming to pay me a visit this week and she would like to meet you. I told her about you and she’s so thrilled to see you and I was thinking that this is the right time to hint marriage to her.”
Chuks heart missed a beat.
“Errm…can I call you back? The engineers are calling.” He said and hung up.
He let out a loud breath and sighed, he didn’t know how to tell Patricia that he was getting married soon but to someone else.
To be continued…