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11 May 2017

STORY:BEAUTIFUL BELINA(Season 2, Final Episode)

The silence that greeted

the gun shot was deadly. I

was
not seeing well, my face
was blurry and everyone seemed to have frozen in

their various positions.



Slowly, like in all those

action movies I usually

watch at times, I watched
as the gun slipped from Oyinade's hand and landed

on the floor with a thud.



The fact that no one was

talking made the sound

louder than usual. Just

then, Richard, who had covered

me, left my arms to look

at
what was happening.



Suddenly, I was seeing

clearly and what I started seeing became confusing.


Oyinade slipped to the

floor
in pain as she grimaced.



She hadn't even pulled the

trigger when she felt a searing pain go through

her. Someone emerged

from the croud, gun in

hand. I looked at the man

as I remembered when I

had seen the man. It was weeks after I found out

that
Mr Jegas was my real

father.



Mr. Badmus, my step-

father had introduced him to me

as Inspector Sule. He was

the one who investigated

Tunji's murder case and

detained Mr Badmus as a

suspect. They had become friends after the incident

and luckily for everyone,

Mr.

Badmus had invited him

for

the naming ceremony.

How
Oyinade had passed the
security men we had

around to guard the place

was still a mystery.



Inspector Sule apparently goes everywhere with a

gun and I thanked God and
am still thanking God for
that attribute. I ran

towards
my mother-in-law and took

my baby with tears in my

eyes. Richard came and

held

me tenderly, whispering

comforting words. After some minutes, he went to

hold his mum who was

trying to be brave but was

still physically shaken.

Everyone started

murmuring at the same time and we watched as

Inspector Sule and some of

the police officers dragged

a hurt Oyinade out of the

premises.

"D--n you all, d--n you" she yelled with very little

strength as she was being

dragged out.

Everyone started thanking

God, all at once and I

decided I had had enough for one day. That such a

wonderful day hadn't

been

turned to a day of

mourning is something I

would forever be grateful to

God for. I swallowed as

Richard kissed my head,

kissed little Roland

affectionately and led us

inside. Family members came inside some minutes

later to help us drive

away

the thought of what just

happened. Trust Prisca in

such a situation, she made a joke that had everyone

laughing. Before we knew

it, the incident was almost

forgotten. Roland woke up

and demanded his food

and I excused myself and made for the bedroom.

After b----t-feeding him, I

placed him on the bed,

staring at him for

sometime. His smile and

everything he did fascinated me. I

swallowed

as I remembered the

incident that just occurred,

and then something told

me that God allowed it. God

must have allowed

Oyinade

to come in order to get her

out of the streets and into

the net of the police. I felt happy that she would not

be bothering us anymore.

"Sweetheart" Richard

called

as he entered the room. I

looked up with a smile as I

tried to zip the gown I had

changed into. "Let me help

you with that" he

whispered, coming over to

my back to pull the zip. "I was scared, so scared" I

whispered. He turned me

around and I faced him. "I

was much more scared.

Come here" he held me

against him affectionately in

a tight hug like he was

trying to glue us together.

"It is all over now"

*****

'On our wedding day, I never thought we would

experience any itch in our

marriage. It was so

perfect

that I felt it would always

be like that. But every

marriage

has its own tests, ours is

the issue of children,

others

can be financial problems or even trust. The most

important thing is sticking

with God through it all.

The

devil would always try to

scatter a union and he would not come

personally

but would use agents. Just

like I love my Richard,

love

your husband dearly, even more. It is not enough to

love, tell them regularly,

show it in your actions.

Let

the love in your house

grow instead of diminish.

Whenever something goes

wrong, discuss it and trash

it out immediately. Don't

keep ANYTHING from your

spouse. To all the singles who are in love with

someone but their love is

not reciprocated, it

happens. Don't try to force

your love on them. Love

cannot be forced. It comes on its own. If one person

does not love you, another

person will and would

love

you more than you can

ever imagine but until you see

that person, respect

yourself. Don't jump from

one man's bed to the other

because you think that

abstinence is old- fashioned.

Many things happened and

would still happen in our

family. Even Prisca has

gone

through so many things in her marriage, no one has a

perfect marriage without

troubles. Through it all, the

most important things are:

God, trust and love. With

all these, you can overcome

all

things'. I closed my diary

and carried my plate of

snacks.

Richard woke up from his nap and came over to join

me in the sitting room

where I was eating

prawn

crackers and drinking

juice. He grabbed the plate from

my arms and stuffed his

mouth with prawn

crackers.

I scoffed. "That was

unfair" I tried to collect the plate

from him but he would not

give it up.

"Are you the only one that

loves enjoyment?" He

asked with a cynical smile. I

finally

gave up and resigned to

lie

on the chair, with my

head on his lap. He fed me

crackers and fed himself

also.

"Roland is still asleep?" I

asked and he nodded. I

shook my head and sighed.

"That is good. He hasn't

given me a minute of rest.

I

am sure he took his crying

habit from you" I said. Richard scoffed. "Definitely

not. I was as gentle as a

dove" he said defensively.

"Dove? I barely had two

hours of sleep when I was

nursing you" we heard Richard's mum say,

approaching us. She had

been in our house for

about a week now, since

the naming. My mum is

still around and has been

around before I delivered,

to monitor me, being my

first child. I was very

grateful to have both

women around. My mother-

in-law has proved to be

the

best woman to have as

your mother-in-law and I

am very happy everything is

settled between her and

Richard.

I smiled at Richard. "Told

you" I murmured

victoriously. Richard's eyes rotated

from

his mum to me. "I feel a

conspiracy here. The ladies

in this house are

conspiring against the men."

I laughed. "Just accept the

fact that you were a big

mouthed crying baby"

He frowned. "Definitely

not". I laughed heartily.

"Well, let me leave you

two

to your argument. I am

hungry" she marched into the kitchen.

I looked at Richard with a

smile on my face. He

threw

his hands up in surrender.

"Well, poor you. You would

have to deal with many

big

mouthed crying babies.

What are we going to do

about that?" he looked sympathetic.

I sighed. "Nothing,

fortunately". We laughed

at

our little drama.

"Honey, what do you think about having a business of

your own? I mean, being

in

BRP would not be very

convenient for you now

that there is a baby but if you have a private

business

like Prisca does, you

would

enjoy yourself and also

have enough time to yourself

and Roland; also the other

big mouthed crying

children on the way."

I shook my head as I

stared at him. "You know the

problem with having two

sisters marry two best

friends, they all think the

same way".

He shook his head, "This has nothing to do with

them baby". I smiled. I

had

thought of it, only I did not

mention it. My assistant in

BRP Hospital is doing a good job.

"Is your account full

enough to accommodate

what I have in mind? It

would be very capital

intensive" I said, sitting up

with a grin on my face. He

squared his shoulders,

adjusted his body hugging

top to present the posture

of a rich man. "Try me". I laughed and

hugged him.

"Thank you darling" I

whispered kissing him all

over his face. He looked at

me and I knew where this was going.

"I was thinking of

something else to deliver

your appreciation" he

whispered.

I raised my brow. "Hmmm…

I guess we could really do

something before your son

wakes up" I breathed.

Roland's piercing cry rang

out just then and I smiled faintly. "I guess not" and

ran to the room, leaving

Richard to brood over his

loss. **THE END**

its been a long ride.Thanks for reading the story. Hope you enjoyed it?

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