Chichi sat on the couch. She couldn’t laugh, she couldn’t cry, she was just mute. Why was this happening now? Why did God allow this to happen? Bisola couldn’t have created all this lies! It had to be true!
She swallowed hard and made up her mind that it wasn’t going to interfere with her marriage. The enemy really was trying to destroy their marriage, but she had thought it was Bisola all this while.
I was blaming the wrong person.
Chichi sighed. She had to forget about the whole thing and pretend it didn’t happen. For now, she needed to give her husband her ‘surprise ceremonial package’. She walked towards the bathroom. Tonight, she had to look beautiful.
An hour later, Joseph Adams stood up from his bed and stretched his body. He put on the lights in the room and surprisingly felt he had to look good. He put on a dress shirt, combed his hair and used a nice spray. He shut the door behind him and walked straight into the living room. It was very dark and he motioned to put on the light, when a feminine hand cuddled him.
“Ssssh, let’s go to the balcony.”
It was Chichi’s voice. Joseph wondered what’s she was up to, but he just played along, full of expectations and benign ecstasy.
No. 2, David Hills, Aja, Lagos.
Alice Roosevelt peeped from the window; she could see Chichi and Joseph in their balcony, feasting in a unique ‘dinner’ setting. Candle lights were arranged. There was ‘this’ sense of burning love.
For the first time, Ms Roosevelt felt she was a bad woman. Why did she want to destroy this fantastic marriage? Ever since her husband died twenty years ago, she had never been the same, she was always sad, lonely and confused. In fact, her last marriage was hell. After several failed marriages, she became a renowned feminist and she always said to herself then,
“Don’t ever fall in love, Alice. All men are crazy.”
She was thinking about giving up totally on the EVIL PLOT against the Adams family, when these words flashed in her mind:
It’s all about the money
Ms Roosevelt braced up; she had to do ANYTHING to make money. She was already thinking of getting a new car or renting an apartment which was located at Banana Island. She smiled at the thought.
I am so wise.
She dialled Bisola,
“Hello Lady B.”
“Hey, what’s up?”
“They are doing a little party- kind of like-”
“Don’t worry I can see it in my mirror. Just wait, I’ll distract Chichi, so you will have ten minutes to do what you’ve got to do.”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s all for the money.”
“Yeah, I’ll send you more cash.”
No. 2, David Hills, Aja.
Joseph was staring at Chichi; her natural hair do complemented her round face, while her striking figure made him smile. He winked at her.
“I love your gown.”
“This?’’ She asked. “Thank you.” Then she looked at him, nodding.
“You look smart.’’
After dicing a portion from the hot peppery chicken, she lifted up her fork and offered him; he ate and winked at her again. It was her turn to stare at him. She always loved Joseph. Now, she didn’t know whether it was the right time to tell him everything. She look forward, maybe she just had to.
“Joseph, I went to-”
Her ringing phone interrupted her. The words were readily visible on her screen,
Bisola calling
She excused herself and went into the room. Joseph didn’t even bother to ask who was calling; his mind had wandered away. He was thinking about being a father with many children. The strange footsteps caught him unawares. Joseph saw who he had not seen in a long time.
“Madam Roosevelt.”
She drew closer. Though the candle lights were not so bright, he could notice that she was not smiling. She wore a ‘stiff’ frown and was adjusting her gown every now and then. She looked into Joseph’s eyes,
“I’ve got to tell you something, and it is about Chichi.”