Esthers POV;
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