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I don’t see Esosa for another three days. With the mattress cover, nothing can make me need the sun for my mattress again. The cover is so thick, the damp smell on the mattress is covered up, which makes me so happy.
For the three days, everyone keeps to their corners of the house. Daddy may be old and broke but he’s still in charge. I imagine he warned Queen too to stay away from me. The truth is that I’m not going anywhere yet. It’s getting to the end of the month, which means I’ve been away for that long, but I’m not yet ready to face my reality.
How will I tell Luke his wife has been calling and hounding me, threatening me too? Fine, his marriage is on the rocks, but I don’t want to be held responsible directly. Well, I am but I might as well let her shoot her own leg. One day he will get to know and be angry enough to expedite the divorce. In the meanwhile, I’m a happy mistress. My account has been credited twice since I got to Benin, which is not a bad thing at all. I wonder if I can keep Luke on this leash…have my cake and eat it with him.
Well, Sazu visits me and we chat for a while. It’s Friday, and he wants to take me to club, but I don’t feel up to it. As I walk him to his car, Esosa drives in. I don’t recognize him at first because he’s in the Rav4. I had thought two different tenants owned the two cars, or a family at least.
Esosa walks resolutely to us. “I thought you’d gone back. Good evening.” He nods at Sazu, who nods right back.
“I’ve got to run.” Sazu gives me a quick hug. “I’ll call tomorrow or Sunday.”
He waves and hurries off. Trust Sazu to know when to back off. He hasn’t shown any interest beyond platonic anyway. He knows me.
“I’m sorry I slept off yesterday.”
“It’s three days now.”
“Oh. Yeah. Three days ago. I’m sorry.”
He pouts. “I cooked a feast.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“So, can you come over now?”
I laugh. “You’re just coming back from work. Don’t you want to unwind at least?”
“So you can escape again. No. I’m fine.”
I shrug. “Okay, if you don’t mind.”
His flat is nicely furnished. A two-bedroom cut off what used to be our “upstairs” in my growing up years. Esosa is also a very engaging person, and we spend the evening talking about everything.
He works with a federal government agency in the legal department and seem to be doing well. His family had always lived in Lagos so coming to Benin, though he is from here was a bit lonely.
“Now I may have a strong reason to return to Lagos,” he says lightly over a meal of peppersoup and rice.
He winks and we both laugh as he talks about his family in Lagos. I’m not so interested in the details as my stomach starts to turn.
His food tasted nice, and I think I had too much.
As the evening progresses, Esosa talks endlessly. I begin to feel nausea, and don’t know how to tell him I have to leave, until I feel it right in my throat.
In the middle of what is supposed to be a funny tale, I stand. “Bathroom.” Is all I got to say before the mess comes gushing out.
I have never been so embarrassed in my life. Well, not in recent times.
Esosa is a perfect gentleman and helps me to the bathroom, where I succeed in emptying my stomach in his toilet. He cleans me up nicely and offers to carry me home because I am so weak I can hardly walk. I refuse of course. Queen will never stop talking about it.
Esosa offers. “Let me take you to the hospital.”
“No, I’m fine. I feel so much better now.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask if you have any allergies to any food.”
I giggle. “It’s not your food. I must have had too much.”
“You need to go to the clinic, anyway. I’ll take you there in the morning.”
Finally, I’m home and on mattress, clutching my stomach. I feel a whole lot better though.
Esosa keeps to his word. It’s Saturday morning and everyone is sleeping late, when he knocks on the door. I quickly prepare, and he takes me to a private clinic where he knows the doctor.
My vitals are taken, and some tests run.
And alas, the doctor calls me into his office.
“Nosa, you’re pregnant.”
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