by Daisy Yawson
The sound of his mother voice asking him to get a DNA test done a year ago had him grip onto the white counter table which was in the kitchen.
It took an ounce of power to stay calm as everything in him was begging to fall apart, to go feral but he would not give in. Not when Mimi was still in the house pregnant with his child. Yes, his child. The real child, he would welcome to this world in 9 months.
The boy he’s spent on and loved with all his heart was only someone else’s child. That pain he felt, tore him apart gradually but he managed to stay calm.
With his head down, he failed to notice the young man who had come out from Mimi’s room with her. Dashingly handsome and looked a lot like Mimi. Mimi had soo many questions on her mind. Her brother had shown up early in the morning to take her back home with no convincing reason. She deserved to know the truth at least.
The figure she saw as they approached the sliding door that led to the compound caused her fear. Never had she seen him in that state. Soo sad, confused and even angry. She felt it. Like he would explode any moment. The more she looked at him, the worse it made her feel.
Ibrahim heard footsteps and his head jolted up suddenly.
“Wait, Mimi. Please let me speak to you.”
The husky deep voice called out to her. Stopping her with her back facing him.
“Let me have a word with your sister.”
Phil, walked out leaving them alone in the house.
Surprisingly, he walked up to her, bent down low on his knees with his palm rubbing her still flat tummy.
Without any thought, he hugged her waist while still crouched on the floor. Now, she could see the reddened eye from silent tears and shots of drinks he took that night in his private study. Gasping at the trembling Ibrahim, she held his handsome face in her hand. Looking deep into that black set of eyes before helping him up. It was certainly him being at his lowest point in life. Despite being hidden from the truth, her heart still cried out for him. They’d been good towards each other, respecting each other’s privacy which had been all good. His saddened face was only giving her cause to worry. Cause to ask about the issue. But will he even tell her? The thought crossed her mind.
“Please go with your brother back home. There’s something I really need to take care of. Your brother will tell you a little about it.” Placing a peg on her forehead, he continued.
“Take care of yourself for me, Mimi and the child in your belly.” She couldn’t help but touch his face. Was she dreaming? He had just called her name passionately. Did he really feel something for her? All these wild thoughts raced in her head.
Grabbing her hand from his face, he kissed it gently. “I want you to go to school like you do here. I will ask Adisa to attend to you whenever you want and promise me you will not think so much. I know it’s bad for pregnant women.”
Forcing a smile, she nodded.
Getting Mimi out of the house was something he had decided to do. And now, seeing her leave was causing him to doubt his decision. That girl was everything pure and beautiful to him. Naive but he liked it. To see her learn new things and transform as she grows up in his house. The moment Mimi and Phil stepped out of the house, he called Adisa.
“Master, your son is with your mum now.”
Adisa said over the phone. He was numb to the word son that he hardly reacted to it. Taking the calming pill did him some good in his state.
“But Sir, your mum is asking why he was brought there when he should be with you or his mother.”
Another phone laying on the couch, rang continuously that he felt his ears might burst from irritation.
“Give the phone to her,” with his last order, he was connected to his mother on the other side of the phone.
“Son, what is going on? You won’t pick up your phone when your Aunties are calling. I’m ill from all this mental stress, Musa. What is it? Tell me?”
Before he could answer, the sliding door burst open and a figure came in. Wearing a blue tight dress, pressing against her thighs that he felt like peeling off the dress.
The phone in Ibrahim’s hand dropped to the floor with a sounding crash, startling Eyram who was in the process of taking off her black heels.
“Gosh, you startled me, darling.”
Smiling and walking to him but she stepped back upon seeing his dark piercing dark eyes full of rage. One, she’s seen many times.
“Love? What is it?” Maybe that was not the best question she should have asked but she could not help but ask since he was acting strange towards her.
Ibrahim grabbed the glass of alcohol on the table and drank it in a gulp, wiping his lips with the back of his palm, boring a hole into her eyes.
She shuddered at the thought of something bad happening.
“Wait! Where is Saeed? Cocking her head at one side, she asked worriedly.
“You know what Eyram, sit down.”
The still confused woman stood without moving an inch.
“I said fucking sit down woman or else you will regret it!” h,e barked, sending her running to the couch opposite him.
First of all, tell me the truth.” he stated, biting his lips that it almost bled.
Eyram with her eyes wet with tears, looked at him without taking eyes off his.
“Is Saeed my son?”
Her feet moved on it own accord. She knew she would someday have to come clean but being hit with the question all of a sudden sent her mind racing. Coming up with a lie will only make the situation worse but she had to give it a try. Maybe, he will believe her and if he really loved her, nothing will stop him from believing her lies.
“Em, I… What are you talking about? Saeed is your son. Please love, never doubt that.”
Before she could react Ibrahim sent the glass table flying to one corner.
A gasp escaped her lips. Quivering and trembling as Ibrahim paced the hall holding his head.
Not able to believe the lie she had just told. After playing him for a fool for two years and she still sat there to spew lies in his face. The phone which had been left on the ground was yet to be hung up. His mother, hearing the commotion between the two had picked one of her cars, joined by two aunties to Ibrahim’s place. A 50-minute drive to Ibrahim’s house.
“Saeed is in there, please. Don’t think he’s too young to understand some things. What has gotten into you all of a sudden?” Wiping her tears which had fallen on her cheeks, she sank into the chair, breathing heavily.
“Eyram…I heard you perfectly last night…is the boy really my son?” Pain struck him in his heart as he asked the question one more time praying she will come clean. And even if she did, how was he going to deal with it? He’d loved and cared for the child for two years. Given him his family’s last name and on top of that, the sole heir to his estates.
If it came out that he was not the father of the two-year-old, he will have to take off Saeed’s name and it will be empty till he got a child of his own. How sad. Thinking about it made him feel used. And being a man did not help at all.
“I want to see my son.” Suddenly getting up as it struck her that she hadn’t heard his son’s voice anywhere and she doubted he would be asleep at that time of the day.
“He’s not in there. Don’t waste your time.”
“What do you mean he’s not there?”
Ignoring him, she pushed the door open to an empty bed. Searched the whole house but did not find him.
“Where is my son, Ibrahim?” With her jaws clenched tight and her lips in a thin line, she asked.
“Answer my question first and you will have your child?”
“Where the hell is the child, huh? Is it my fault that we brought a sick child to this world?” Pointing a finger at him, she continued, not stopping to even take a breath.
“Maybe it’s you, Ibrahim. After all, it all depends on the man. Maybe you’re the cause of Saeed being ill and you stand here to ask me who Saeed’s dad is?” Forgetting he had told her of eavesdropping last night’s phone call.
He was shocked at her outburst. How could he still be the cause when he was not even the father? And how did he ever fall in love with such a person who only thought of her interests only.
Ibrahim’s mum and aunties chose to barge in at the time when he very much wanted to go crazy. What surprised him the most was how he never heard their car drive in. The women looked in horror at the shirtless man and already crying lady and guessed how it turned out.
Ibrahim walked out that very moment, leaving the women in the hall. Hearing over the phone about Ibrahim not being the father gave them a reason to panic. Ibrahim’s mum followed his son into his room, closing the door behind her. “Son, is it true?”
“Mum, I don’t want you meddling in this. I can deal with it,” he said flatly.
“It’s not about how you can deal with it, Musa. It has a lot to do with this family. If he’s really not your son, give her back the child and have her packing back to whatever hole she came from.” This was exactly what he wanted to avoid. Total mishandling of the situation even though she was a hundred per cent correct.
Wiping his palm on his face, he turned to face her mum.
“Son, I will advise you to let the family deal with this. Tell me. What really happened?” Sitting next to his mom, he narrated everything he heard on the phone.
All the time she was seated, she wanted to go out to the hall and give Eyram a piece of her mind.
“Mum, go back and don’t worry your head about this.”
She cut him short, still, he will not agree to her protest. The women left just after Ibrahim drove out with nowhere in mind, leaving Eyram in despair to figure out how she can convince him to forgive her sorry ass and probably take care of a child he didn’t help bring to the world.
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