……continued from episode 7.
What on earth was she doing standing in our boardroom? and how was I supposed to survive the next 4 weeks working closely with her without attempting to strangle her at least once?
I could tell she recognised me too and the feeling of hate was mutual because her facial expression changed as soon as she spotted me. I felt like dragging her by the collar of her stupid skirt suit and kicking her butt out of the boardroom in grand style but since I hadn’t won the lottery yet and wasn’t ready to lose my job, I just sat in my chair like nothing had happened and tapped my fingers on the table as I listened to my boss continue his unending introductory speech.
I was made to wait behind after the meeting to have a chat with her and my boss; as if that wasn’t bad enough, we had to exchange numbers and I was appointed to give daily feedbacks to her on the project. At that point, I felt like nothing could get any worse, my boss might have as well taken out a gun and shot me in the head. I had to pretend to like her so he wouldn’t suspect something was wrong.
Fast forward to later that evening, I was driving back home when my phone rang, it was Nancy Bello, Nonso’s ex calling, I tried racking my brain to figure out why she could possibly be calling since the project with our company hadn’t even commenced yet but I couldn’t think of any reason so I picked.
“Hello” she began, “It feels good to know I can reach you whenever I want” she said with an evil laugh, “I’m sure you must’ve heard about me before now so I’m just going to go straight to the point”, “please do” I thought to myself while she continued, “I thought I should let you know a few things about me so we can have a better working relationship” she said and then paused, “I’m listening” I replied urging her to go on, “I hate it when people take things that belong to me” she said with a more serious tone in her voice, “so do I” I replied, “I’m glad we share the same views” she continued, “that’s why I’m going to ask you to leave Nonso alone, he doesn’t belong to you” she said, “I think I’ve given you enough time to talk” I interrupted, “since you’ve refused to say anything sensible, I’m afraid I’m going to have to hang up” I replied irritatedly, “suit yourself” she replied, “but if you don’t do what I ask then I’m going to make your job a nightmare” she threatened, “kindly call me only during business hours from now on” I replied ignoring what she said, “I wouldn’t be taking any calls from you afterwards…have a good day!” I said hanging up.
I would’ve loved to give her a piece of my mind but she was a client so I knew better than to do that, “she must be a joker” I thought to myself as I drove home.
I’d planned that I wasn’t going to end things with Nonso anymore especially because of the threat she made, I would love to see how she planned to make my job hell for me.
I was surprised to see Dad’s car parked at home when I drove into the house later that day, I’d been avoiding him since the awkward incident at the bar, so we hadn’t seen each other since then. After my eventful day, I wanted to have some girl talk time with mum, I needed some motherly advice on my recent predicament so I stopped by at the main house before heading to my quarters.
I met the door to her room open when I got upstairs and was surprised to find her in her room lying in bed when I peeped in, I thought it was unusual, “mum are you ok?” I asked stepping inside the room, I knew I wouldn’t be bumping into Dad because they each had rooms of their own.
By the way I don’t fancy the idea of husband and wife sleeping in separate rooms in the house, I feel it gives room for gaps in the relationship; If I ever get married, my husband and I are sharing a room no matter how big the house is and if he insists on us having our own rooms, I’ll make sure one of them doesn’t have a bed so we’d be forced to sleep together.
In my opinion, it was part of the little things that made my parent’s marriage go so sour; before we moved into the new house, they both shared a room and a bed so even when they fought they were forced to see each other and eventually sort out their issues when they went to bed but when we moved, there was a lot more space and Dad thought it was a good idea to have separate rooms so there’d be more space to keep their belongings, the problem with that was that whenever they fought, instead of being forced to make up, each party had the option of going to his own room and not talking to the other and that sometimes went on for days especially since they were walls apart and weren’t tempted to have any make up sex.
Mum seemed to be in a trance, she was lying so still in bed and wasn’t responding to my question so I was beginning to fear that she might have had a stroke until I tapped her really hard on the shoulders and she jumped up startled. I heaved a sigh of relief, honestly I don’t know why I thought of a stroke of all things. I guess it’s because her elder brother had just suffered one last week and he was hypertensive like her.
A stroke is a medical emergency that happens when blood supply to a part of the brain is interrupted or reduced drastically causing brain cells to begin to die in a matter of minutes. People who have hypertension, diabetes, high cholesterol levels, obese and older individuals are at a higher risk of having stroke. If you notice someone is suddenly unable to move their hands or legs on one side of the body, is having difficulty talking or understanding what people around them are saying or their speech becomes funny and the facial expressions on one half of their faces aren’t changing or their mouth droops to the side when they smile then they may be having a stroke and should be rushed to the hospital immediately for prompt treatment to minimise damage to the brain.
The good news is my mum wasn’t having any of those signs, so she was fine, I was only being paranoid. The bad news was that Dad was asking for a divorce as confirmed by the papers she handed to me when I asked her what the matter was.
“Divorce?after 38 years of marriage?” I asked staring at her in disbelief, she just nodded her head and kept staring into space, it sounded ridiculous to me,I didn’t understand why anyone would invest so much time and effort into a marriage only to ask for a divorce after 38years. “Why is dad doing this?” I asked collapsing on the bed beside her, “he plans to marry his younger mistress” she replied trying to hold back her tears, “he says her parents won’t consent to her being a second wife so I have to go”
My jaw dropped open when she finished her sentence, younger mistress? Dad?Marriage? everything she had said made no sense to me, in a split second, a picture of my dad and Teni immediately flashed through my mind, I sincerely hoped it wasn’t what I was thinking…..