Jide was in a hot mess. How on earth would Tayo understand the events that had led to him setting a wedding date? There was no use explaining. Tayo could never come to terms with the fact that he had a ready made family she knew nothing about. He didn’t think any thing he would say at this point would make any sense. Truly he’d screwed things up real bad.
The silence was deafening.
“Jide since you have nothing more to say, I guess this is good-bye. I wish you all the best…”
Jide stared blindly at the table cloth. He could barely manage a nod. As Tayo walked away from the table he felt like someone had driven a dagger right into his heart.
He called out weakly, but his whisper was drowned by the hustle and bustle around him.
Maybe it was for the best. The sooner he moved on the better. Tayo deserved more. He was only trying to do the right thing. Taking responsibility for his child by marrying the mother was a decision he hadn’t fully come to terms with but he knew what was expected of him. Besides what could a man with a crazy baby mama and a complex broke-ass life hope to offer a woman like her anyway?
“It’s best I move on…”
His phone began to ring and as he picked the call he hissed.
“Nkechi I told you not to call me while I’m at work”
Sob “Jide” Sob
“What’s the problem? Why are you crying?”
“Gideon was knocked down by a car.” Sob. “He ran across the road while I was doing my hair at Mama Shalewa’s salon” Sob.
“F*ck woman, how careless can you be? How bad is he? Where are you?”
“I’m at St. Agnes hospital. They said he needs blood but my blood isn’t compatible with his. Please come now”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes. Stay strong.”
Jide cussed as he made a dash for his car. Could life get any worse? He’d just had his heart ripped out again. He couldn’t bear to lose Gideon after losing Tayo, not on the same day. That woman was so damn careless. He thought of his son and tears stung his eyes.
“God please let him be alright.”
Gideon was the only reason he had risked it all. One look at the innocent child and he was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice. He hadn’t had any reason to question the paternity of the child because one thing Nkechi had boasted of during the years they were a couple was her fidelity and even when she had caught him cheating, she had kept rubbing in his face the fact that she’d never stoop so low or even imagine doing such a thing to him. Nkechi was blessed with the ability to make him feel like sh*t when she chose to and he wondered how a lifetime with her would turn out.
Her mother whom he was equally afraid of had lectured him on how every child deserved to have his two parents bring him up and he did agree that he didn’t want a dysfunctional son. He was yet to work out his issues with Nkechi but he knew they’d sort themselves out. After all once upon a time he had fancied himself in love with her. Love was a choice and he could choose to love Nkechi again.
“If that’s possible…”
Anyway whether possible or not, he had to make the marriage work. No use starting something that was bound to fail besides he knew without doubt that divorcing Nkechi would be the most financially unwise decision he could ever make.
He’d never had any fairytale ideas about marriage. When Ahmed had regaled him with celebrity marriage tales and shared his dreams on how he was gonna spoil his wife and make her the happiest woman on earth he had only smiled and listened patiently. He wanted to be a good husband too and provide for his family but only a man with the kind of money Ahmed had could make such lavish plans, besides there had to be terms and conditions because marrying an evil ex was surely a deal breaker. The only good thing he could see coming out of this was the contract he’d worked so hard to get but this was Nigeria and the contract was not guaranteed till it was sitting pretty in his lap.
Ahmed wasn’t in support of his decision to marry Nkechi. He had given rather convincing examples of men who successfully kept both a baby mama and a wife but they both admitted that it’d be tough. The constant rivalry and discord between the two women was usually enough to drive any man insane especially one who didn’t have polygamy encoded in his DNA. He had stuck with his decision for one reason. All the men in the examples Ahmed had cited had one thing he didn’t have…
He remembered Nkechi’s words as she walked out the door on him that fateful day. His money hadn’t grown significantly since then and there was no way he could support both she and mega rich Tayo on his meagre earnings. He had sensed at some point during his relationship with Tayo that she wasn’t satisfied but he’d preferred to risk being perceived as cheap than to end up broke before his next pay check. Now that he knew that her salary could pay his more than seven times, he knew without doubt that he lacked what it took to support her. As for Nkechi, she already knew him in and out so unless she was gonna give him a gun and order him to rob a politician, she must have already resigned herself to her fate.
Life truly was full of twists and turns. It never went according to plan not even for rich boys like Ahmed so who was he to complain? Ahmed had morphed into a bad boy player after his first serious relationship left him with gonorrhoea and a broken heart. He on the other hand had never really found someone he could dream of spending the rest of his life with till he met Tayo. So much for fairytales. He wondered if there was an evil scribe somewhere writing out the details of the script he had to live. The bastard whoever he was, was really bent on screwing up his life!
He arrived at the hospital in 15 minutes and after some minor delays, was allowed to see his son. Gideon looked to be in bad shape but the doctor said he would pull through as long as they could make up for the blood lost.
45 minutes later he got the shocker of his life.
“I’m sorry sir but we have a little problem, you may want to sit down…”
…To be continued
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