Lara was at the breakfast Table, when the gateman came in to tell her, that a letter was delivered for her.
She opened the envelope gingerly, she read it aloud.
‘ peace of the most high God be upon you.
How’s your husband's health? I hope all is well.
I saw a revelation last night about you, I don’t know if its a mere dream, or its a warning.
You just have to be careful about the way you do things, you are surrounded by unfriendly friends.
There is danger lurking ahead.
May the good Lord see you through. Amen.
Pastor Wilson’
she read and re-read it again, what message is he trying to pass across.
Danger? Unfriendly friends?
She felt shivers run down her spine.
“God see me through o.” she clasped her hands in prayers.
Unfriendly friends? She thought. She has got a few friends, just Deji.
Could it be Deji? No it can’t be!
“But Deji had been acting strangely now!” she argued aloud.
She has been asking suspicious questions about Tony!
“Hmm!” she sighed aloud.
Just then her phone beeped. A text from Deji.
‘ hy bestie,
I’ll be travelling out of town, sorry I won’t be around for the dinner with Tony as planned.
I’m really sorry.
My regards to Tony when he comes back.”
“Talk of the devil!” Lara exclaimed as she read the text.
She shook her head in suspicion.
Truly Deji is up to something, why would she travel when she knew Tony is coming back that evening.
...
Lara dressed and redressed her dress for the twentieth time as she leaned against the car that brought them.
She wore make up for that occasion, courtesy of her mother-in-law.
She glanced her Sapphire wrist-watch, and shook her head.
She wondered what’s keeping Tony, their plane landed twenty minutes ago.
“Why is it taking Tony so long to come na!” Amara complained as she shuffled from one foot to another.
“Maybe something important.” Lara quipped.
“Hmm” came the grunt
“or maybe he’s shy!” she suggested again with a playful smile
“Shy? Tony lacks that characteristic o!” Amara laughed.
They both feel silent, as their eyes surveyed the airport environment.
Just then….
“Holly Majolly!” Amara exclaimed.
“What?” Lara asked.
“Don’t look back!” Amara tried to hold her.
But it was too late, Lara’s eyes swung left and right,then she spun round, everything around her froze…
Tony was at a far end, locked in Sophia’s arm as they kissed ‘passionately’
Lara shut her eyes momentarily, then re-opened them, what she saw was real!
Her vision began to get blurred, she was inhaling and exhaling sharply.
Tony saw them, pushed Sophia away and ran happily towards them.
Lara saw him coming, on his own legs, no longer on the wheel chair.
She wished, she wished he never got well.
She wished… She began to slump slowly.
“Lara…” Amara said nervously as she tried to hold her.
But she passed out.
Tony stole glances at Lara as they ate breakfast, she seemed interested only in the choco she drank, her toast was still intact.
“Madam, you are not eating…” he said without looking up.
“anything wrong?” he asked again, since she kept mute.
“What i’m thinking…doesn't matter?” Lara toyed with her scrambled eggs.
“It does, it matters to me…tell me.” Tony urged
“Do you have to go to work every morning?”
Tony smiled, he was expecting that.
“I stay at home-alone everyday, till you come back by evening, and.. And…” Lara complained.
Tony laughed.
“You are laughing? If you laugh again, you won’t go work today!” she pouted
“you see..that’s why I said you start following me to the office, there’s a chair for you! You could sit and gaze at me all day!” Tony said smiling.
“No thank you.” Lara laughed.
“you said you’d be going out today.” he stated rather than asked.
“Yes, yes, I’d be going to see my mother, its been long since I saw her.” Lara explained.
“aiit! But…be very careful.” Tony intoned picking up his jacket.
“bye baby..” he gave her a peck.
“bye…” she laughed.
...
“hehn! Omolara, so you remember me today.” Funke said as her daughter flopped on a settee beside her.
“Mummy, don’t start o! I’m too tired!”
“so you won’t even eat in my house, ehn?” Funke gestured at the tray she placed on a stool.
“Mum, not like that! I don’t have appetite…” Lara said slowly.
“hehen!” Funke clapped and looked her all over.
“you are looking so fresh! Enjoyment right?”
“Enjoyment ke! Mum I came to discuss something serious o” Lara sat up.
“hmm, go on”
“Mum, I think there’s something wrong with my body, I’m becoming fairer, changes everywhere…my bosom, my hips…my…mum you won’t believe I now have a protruding navel…” Lara explained.
“Hmmm.”
“Seriously mum, I’ve lost taste for food, even Tony is becoming worried.” Lara concluded.
“Wonderful!” Funke said absentmindedly.
“When last did you menstruate?”
“Errmm, I think Two months ago.” Lara informed her.
“Wow! How did you become pregnant? I thought your husband was impo…”
“Mum please! Lets not talk about Tony!” Lara stopped her.
“I have a doctor friend, we shall go and see him.” Funke said giving her a searching look.
“okay..”
“I’ll call to tell him we’re coming.” Funke walked into her room, to make a phone call.
Lara watched her closely, she wasn’t expecting such kindness from her troublesome mother.
...
“Thank you Doctor.” Funke smiled as Olakija walked into the office carrying some papers.
“Omolara right?”Olakija asked Lara who nodded.
“From our test, you are seven weeks pregnant.” he informed her.
“Wow! Oh my God!” Lara jumped happily, hugging her mother.
“Thank you Almighty God! I’m so happy! Mum I’m pregnant! You'll have a grandchild!” she shook her mother excitedly.
“Oh my! I need to call Tony…” her hands scrambled through her bag for her phone.
“Errm…there's no need for that.” Olakija said quietly.
“Oops! Its prohibited to make calls in your hospital?” Lara quipped.
“No…its..its just that..that..there is a complicated issue.” Olakija sighed.
Lara’s face dropped.
“The foetus is not formed properly…”
“Yepa! My grandchild! Haaa!” Funke threw her hands over her head.
Lara kept a straight face.
“I…I..don’t understand…this..this..” she stammered.
“Well…” Olakija exhaled sharply
“For your safety, you need to abort it, else it might get more complicated and ..worst of all, cost you your life.”
Funke began to sob.
“what have I done to deserve this ehn? Can’t I have a grandchild ehn? Awon Aje! Those witches are responsible.”
“I…errm…doctor…let me go home, and inform my husband.” Lara said quietly.
“Noo…we can’t let you go now! We have to do it now, since your mother is here. We can call your husband later. If we let the baby stay any longer, it might cost your life.” Olakija protested.
“Noo…” Lara began to say.
“Omolara, I prefer your life to a million grandchildren o! Doctor please help us, if possible remove her womb so that she won’t have complicated issues again o!” Funke said holding her daughter.
Lara sensed trouble.
“but doctor…why the hurry? What if I’d not even see you today.” her voice wavered.
....
Beloved are you perceiving that funny smell? Kikikki.. Fasten your seat belts.. Watch out 14
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