I walk into the open Space, continuously dragging my cross-shoulder bag over my stomach. It's been a week since kunle agreed to meet up with me. He's been playing on my intelligence for the past 7 days. Even Derrick and Dayo got frustrated.
I have to admit, Kunle is a very wise guy. He's taking caution. Enough caution to make me fear the success of this plan.
I am in a red three-quarter, pleated dress. I deliberately chose to wear something free in a bid to hide my belly. Looking at it, one would think I have eaten a bit too much and pregnancy will not be the first thought to cross their minds. However, I don't want to take any risks.
*Where is he?* I hear my brother's voice question into the ear pods I'm wearing. I know we ought to have sort for something more discrete as a means of communication, but hey, this is Nigeria. The fancy devices we see in movies are not so rampant and easy to get here. They are so rear they almost
Narrators Narrative; "You're getting too relaxed. This was not the plan!" He screams and the lady on the sofa shuts her eyes In annoyance. "You think I don't know that? Getting married to him was never part of the plan either, yet you told me to go ahead with it. You better figure something out cause this sh*t isn't happening!" She screams at the man. Walking off the sofa and moving to his front. "Calm down. I'd figure something out." He persuades as he takes hold of her shoulders. "You'd better!" She scoffs. Freeing herself from his grip. What's going on? We'd find out soon enough. Dayos POV; "I can't believe we wasted our time!" Derrick finally breaks the silence in the room. I knew his big mouth would be the one to open first. "Are you sure you got the right address?" He questions Esther who raises a brow at him. "Of course I got the right address. Do you think it's