THE CONTRACT
EPISODE 33
“Abena? Are you okay?” Tobi asked, letting himself in. He noticed a packed suitcase in a corner, and Abena was lying down, staring at the wall, with her back facing him.
“I’m just a girl, shay?” She asked quietly.
“What are you talking about?” He asked, clearly confused.
“You told Pamilerin that I’m just a girl.” She repeated.
“Abena-”
“I thought we were past that stage.”
“We are.” He said frantically.
“I thought you loved me.”
“I love you Abena. Not loved. That’s not all I said, you have to believe me.” He begged.
“And your family. They hated me. They treated me like I was inferior. And you didn’t say a word to them about it.” She pointed out.
“Abena-”
“This is all wrong. Us. We are all wrong. I’m just a girl. After everything, I’m just a girl.” She sobbe-d.
He walked up to her in an effort to comfort her.
“Don’t. Just leave me.”
He sighed and left the room.
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“I can’t believe you would just give up and walk away from this! You won’t even let me explain!” Tobi said exasperated.
“Did you see the way your family treated me? If your aunty and cousins alre-ady hate me, what’s going to happen when I meet the rest of your family?” Abena shouted back.
“Who cares what they think? You’re the one that wanted me to tell the world, now I’m starting with my family.” Tobi sighed, tou-ching his temple in frustration.
“This isn’t going to work.” Abena slumped on her be-d wearily, burying her face in her palms. “I can’t believe I thought it was going to work. Oh my God! I’ve been so stupid.”
“So, now you’re having doubts?” Tobi asked in disbelief.
“Well don’t blame me.” She snapped. “Your entire family is going to hate me. I’m just not Mrs. Ademi material, you know that.”
“Who said my family would hate you? My mother loves you, you saw that when she c@m£.” Tobi argued.
Abena sh0t him a knowing look. “You also told me that she only cared about the baby, and not me.”
“Abena. We can make this work, my family doesn’t make my choices.” Tobi said wearily.
“So you won’t mind going against their wishes?” Abena asked and Tobi fell silent, thinking of a proper way to answer her question.
“I won’t be surprised if, after I give birth, your family tells you to just take the kids and pay me off.” Abena said knowingly and again, Tobi didn’t reply.
She was right.
He sighed and took a seat beside her on the be-d. “I’m willing to take that chance with you. I know my family and family-friends would be hostile, rude and snobbish towards you; but maybe, just maybe, if you stick around, and if you stand your ground, then they would all accept you, and grow to love you.”
She hvgged herself, listening to every word he said, and refusing to look him in the eye.
“I’m not saying that being with me would be easy. It would be the ha-rd est thing ever. But I’m re-ady to take that chance, the question is, are you?” He asked, looking at her.
She looked at him briefly and looked away, afraid that she would break down and give in if she looked into his eyes for too long.
“You don’t trust me, do you?” Tobi asked slowly.
“I do.” She muttered, her voice was ba-rely above a whisper, but he heard her.
“You don’t even believe what I’m saying about what happened with my cousin.” He pointed out.
“I nee-d some space.” Abena suddenly said.
“Space?” Tobi asked, confused.
“Yes. Space. I nee-d to think.” She said again.
“We live in the same house ife. As big as this house is, you won’t get much space.” Tobi replied.
“That’s why I’m moving out.” Abena said, looking at the suitcase she had packed.
“Abena-”
“plea-se. Let me figure this out for myself. I don’t know if I’m re-ady to jump into the world of The Ademi’s.” She said and he nodded, knowing that she was right.
Standing up, she dragged her suitcase out of her room and down the stairs.
“Where would you be going? I nee-d to know that you’re safe.” Tobi said.
“I’ll be safe. I’ll be with someone you trust.” She replied simply.
“I love you.” He said, hoping that those three words would change her mind, and she would just walk back into the house and decide to face his family.
“I know. I don’t doubt it. But you nee-d to put your house in order, and I nee-d to put my head in order.” She said simply before walking out of his house, and hopefully, not out of his life.
As Abena walked out of the house, she ignored the blast of cold air and brou-ght out her phone. She jdialled the familiar number and the person picked up at the third ring.
“Hey. I nee-d a favour.”
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Tobi had been staring at the blank television screen ever since Abena left. She had only been gone for thirty three minutes, although it felt like she had been gone for thirty three years.
He hoped she would come back, tell him it didn’t matter if his family would treat her like s–t. Tell him she could handle all the popularity and scandals that c@m£ with his name.
But the front door didn’t open.
He thought back to the conversation he had with his cousin after the lunch.
He had been so excited to know that one member of his family wanted to know about Abena.
His aunty had scowled and advised Tobi to leave Abena, because she was a gold digger. Peju had agreed with her mother, but Pelumi, as usual, didn’t care. The only thing he said was:
“She’s poor man. We don’t do poor.”
So when Pamilerin had asked him about Abena, all he wanted to do was gush on and on about how amazing she was and how much the family would love her if they gave her a chance.
“She’s just a girl.” He started saying. “The most amazing one I’ve met in my life, and trust me, I’ve met a lot of girls.”
“What makes her so different?” Pamilerin had asked curiously.
“She isn’t like all those rich br@ts that Mama liked bringing to me. She does actual house work. She fights with me. She cooks, and does an amazing job too. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. God! It’s like everything about her is just meant for me.”
Pamilerin had a genuine smile on his face when he told Tobi that he was happy for him. Tobi hadn’t been happy in a long time, and if that girl made him happy, then who cared if she was poor.
Tobi just wished the rest of his family thought that way too. He decided to have a talk with his mother.
If there was one thing a mother cared about, it was the happiness of her child.
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“You left him because his whole family hates you, and you can’t deal with all the celebrity drama?” Funmi asked for the third time.
Abena didn’t know who to call. She thought of calling Dera, but that would involve Joseph, and she knew Joseph would find it ha-rd to lie to his friend. So, she called Funmi instead.
She had settled her in the guest room at the back of the house, where she won’t be disturbe-d by Funmi’s adorable children.
“I didn’t leave him, I just nee-d some space, to think. I nee-d to outline the pros and cons of this relationsh!p.” Abena explained.
“Every relationsh!phas pros and cons Abena. You just have to focus on the pros and fight throu-gh the cons.” Funmi said thoughtfully.
“But what if I can’t handle it? He’s rich and famous, the whole continent would be watching his every move, and that would mean watching my every move. Then they’ll call me a gold digger. His family alre-ady thinks I’m below his standard.” Abena replied.
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What can you say about this issue?
Can we truly call Abena a gold digger?
Is Tobi Ademi helping this situation?
Abena living Tobi’s house, is it a best option?
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THE CONTRACT
EPISODE 34
“Every relationsh!phas pros and cons Abena. You just have to focus on the pros and fight throu-gh the cons.” Funmi said thoughtfully.
“But what if I can’t handle it? He’s rich and famous, the whole continent would be watching his every move, and that would mean watching my every move. Then they’ll call me a gold digger. His family alre-ady thinks I’m below his standard.” Abena replied.
“Why would you think that?”
“Because his aunty told me that. When she asked me to walk her to the bathroom, she told me that after I give birth, I should just leave Tobi to ‘avoid further embarras-sment’, because I’m alre-ady ‘below his standard’.” Funmi rolled her eyes and looked at Abena. “Did you tell Tobi?”
“No. But I guess he alre-ady knows. He knows his family. I love him, but if I want to be with him, that would mean accepting everything, even his family and celebrity life.” Abena sighed.
“Then think. Is that what you want? Is he really worth it?” …
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Tobi walked into his mother’s house with a s-en-se of urgency. He didn’t remember the last time he had visited her, it was always her visiting him, and bringing various annoying women with her.
But that had st©pped when Abena c@m£ into the picture.
“Mama. Good afternoon.” He said, prostrating slightly before sitting in the chair opposite his mother.
“Good afternoon. I’m surprised you’re here to see me. You haven’t been here in years.” His mother pointed out.
Tobi had left when he got tired of his mothers persistent nagging to get himself a wife, or at least, children. After walking into his room to see the daughter of a chief lying half n-ked in his be-d, he decided he had enough, and moved to the house he lived in pres£ntly.
“I have something important to talk about.” Tobi said, ignoring her comment.
“Is it about Abena? Your aunty told me about the lunch, you should’ve known better Tobi, you shouldn’t invite family to meet your baby mama.” Mama said, not looking up from the fashion magazine that she was re-ading.
“What do you mean by that?” Tobi snapped, trying to keep calm. As angry as he was, he didn’t want to be rude to his mother.
“Don’t tell me you’re actually serious about her, omo mi (my son). I’m happy that you finally got someone to have your children, but she isn’t wife material.” Mama replied calmly, adjusting her re-ading glas-ses. “I just think that after she has the children, you could just pay her off to leave you and the children alone.”
Tobi winced at his mothers words, because he knew that he was initially paying Abena for the children.
He felt no different from her.
“She is a perfect wife and mother material.” Tobi argued.
“I know. She’s a nice girl, and she’s very pretty. But she’s not Ademi wife material.” Mama stressed. “She won’t last a day in your world, and you can’t hide her forever. You’re going to have to bring her out. Can both of you handle the negative publicity?”
Tobi knew she was right, though he was still angry. What was it with people caring about his world? He knew that the world was cruel. People were constantly looking for the bad sides of others, and revea-ling them to the world.
He knew Abena was afraid, and she knew that if she stayed with him, it would be a matter of time before the whole continent knew about her family.
He was willing to protect Abena from the disadvantages that c@m£ with being with him, but she was chickening out too soon, and he nee-ded to give her a reason to stay with him.
“You mean, she’s not rich enough, and she has a disturbing past, which would taint the family name.” Tobi spat out plainly.
“Yes. That’s not the type of girl I want my only son to marry.” Mama looked up from her magazine, and smiled at her son, ignoring the scowl plastered on his face.
“Even if she makes your son happy?”
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Abena had spent almost a month in Funmi’s house, and she was alre-ady thinking of going back. She had outlined the pros and cons in her head, and she liked how it turned out.
Pros: She would be with the one she loves; He would protect her; She would finally have a family again.bShe would be happy. And she knew she deserved happiness.
Cons: She would be hated and rejected by his family; She would be the new t©pic for gossip; Her whole life would get out to the public.
Abena knew that even though Tobi said otherwise, the approval of his mother meant a lot to him. He didn’t care about what the rest of his family thought, just his mother.
She missed him so much. She couldn’t help but think about him all the time. She had gotten used to him, to his pres£nce, even his smell; and in Funmi’s house, all she did was miss him even more.
Would it be worth it? What if his mother never approves? What would she do when her personal life becomes the next t©pic on the news? Was she re-ady to take the risk?
Abena hvgged his shi-t that hung loosely on her b©dy. It was the shi-t that he gave her when they wanted to go shopping. She smiled at the memory, and realised that she was always happy when she was with him. With sudden determination, she thought:
scre-w them all!
She was going to take the risk.
He was totally worth it.
Funmi had never seen her boss look so disheveled, but in the past month, it had become a usual thing.
He snapped at all the workers, frowned during pres£ntations, had eye bags from lack of proper sleep, and he had lost weight.
She had to consciously bite her lowerl-ip, to st©p herself from telling him that she knew where Abena was, that Abena missed him, and that he should go and win her back.
He walked into the office that morning with a rumpled shi-t and a loose tie. His hair was getting too high, and his beard was a little over grown.
He hesitated, and then walked back to Funmi, with a hopeful look on his face. “Funmi? Do you by any chance know where Abena is?”
‘She’s in my house!’ She wanted to say, but instead she shook her head and his expression changed from hope to dissapointment and then to anger. “Let me know if you do. I don’t want to see anyone, ap@rt from the investors from Australia.” He instructed.
She nodded, and ignored the pang of guilt that swept throu-gh her. …
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“You nee-d to see him, before he does something odd like donate all his properties to charity and then commit suicide.” Funmi said.
Abena lifted an eyebrow and Funmi gave her a sheepish smile.
“Too much?” Funmi asked and Abena nodded.
“I know. I feel terrible too.” Abena started, changing the t©pic back to the matter at hand. “But I’ve decided to see him.”
Funmi suddenly had a hvge grin on her face. “Finally!” She gestured, raising her hands in exasperation.
“Yeah. I miss him, and I’m prepared to go throu-gh all the hate, rumors and insults, just to be with him. I just hope I can take it all.” She sighed.
“Honey, you’re strong. If you can handle your crazy step mother, I’m sure you can handle whatever comes your way jare.” Funmi said, engulfing her in a large hvg.
“I guess.” Abena shrugged. “I’ve alre-ady packed my bags. Thank you so much, for everything. You’ve been amazing, and loyal. Thank you.”
“It’s no problem. What are friends for?” Funmi grinned cheekily.
“Carrying their pregnant friends bags?” Abena tea-sed.
“Only because you’re pregnant.” Funmi laughed, and stood up to go to Abena’s room.
Standing up, Abena felt a we-tness on her th!ghs. She looked down and cursed silently.
“Funmi?” She called. Funmi spun around and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think I can go and see Tobi now.” Abena pointed out.
“Why?” Funmi asked, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
Abena looked down again and frowned.
“Um… my water just broke.”
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