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23 Apr 2017

STORY:BEAUTIFUL BELINA (Season 2,Episode 33)

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I felt nervous. Very nervous.
I stood in front of the
mirror adjusting every
adjustable.

It had been
wonderful ever since I found out I was pregnant. I
spent each passing day
happy, knowing that a life
is growing in me. Richard
made my days fun and exciting with his
numerous pampering.


After I had sent that message over a week ago, he had replied albeit
an hour later, explaining how he had been thinking the same thing. He
said he might have forgotten to wash some parts of my
body and that he was on his way.

He came almost immediately he sent it and the rest is history. I leave
you to your imaginations…


Everyday had been spent
at home – something that
became increasingly
frustrating but the joy of
being an expectant
mother held me back. I spent everyday day-dreaming
about the child I would
have in less than nine
months; watching movies
and sleeping. I did not do
much of sleeping though. Richard's plan to stay at
home with me for as long
as I was ill was thwarted
when the hospital received
emergency patients. An
entire family had been involved in an accident and
had been rushed to the
hospital. Richard had had
to spend days in the hospital,
personally monitoring the patients, even though it
was not his job to heal;
God does the healing.

Knowing this, it is permanently a custom in BRH to have a general
prayer of staff members, 7 am every
morning. They pray for all
the patients in the
hospital and also those that might be brought in. Richard had spent
more than a week,
ensuring that the patients
are stable and recovering
and now wants to make
up for his absence.


I was standing in front of
the mirror in a chiffon
purple mini dress, a silver
shoe and purse. I looked
exceedingly dashing but I was still looking for
question marks. I was as
nervous as a teenager
going to her first date. I
heard him drive in and my
heart skipped. Am I the only
married woman who still
feels very nervous when
expecting her husband
after close to three years
of marriage?
I stepped out of the room
and stood a few steps
from
the door. He opened and
entered. Even after working
for hours, he still looked
gorgeous. I let out a slow
breath as he turned. He
froze immediately he saw
me. My heart was racing. "Welcome" I managed to
whisper.
"Urh… ehm…" he
stuttered,
slowly tracing every bit of
me with his eyes. I became
more nervous and started
playing with my fingers.
*coughs* "You look…
erm…
you look ravishing" he finally breathed. He looked
at me again. "That is an
understatement"he
muttered under his breath.
Seeing his speechless
state, I finally summoned
courage.
I walked gingerly towards
him and his arms circled
my
waist, unconsciously. I placed a kiss on his
cheeks.
"Do we still have our
date?"
I whispered into his ear,
making him more nervous with my closeness.
"You bet we do" he
responded. He stepped
back. "Shall we?" he
asked,
bowing slightly and presenting his arm like a
knight in shinning Armour.
I placed my arm against in
his elbow. "Definitely"
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Oyinade moved from one end of the sitting room to the other, deep in
thought. It is just two days to the
deadline she was given by
Ronke and she hadn't even
come up with two million
naira, not to mention Five.
She had slept with highly influential people but they
hadn't been able to give
her much.

She resented Belina for being a stumbling block but she would deal with her
later; she needed to solve
a problem. She had thought
Ronke was bluffing until she sent her some proof which could
definitely incriminate her. The pressure was making her go lean. She
sat down with a thud, finally accepting to do the only thing that came
to her mind as the solution
to this crisis.


She picked her phone and
dialed a number. It was answered after the second
ring.

"Hello Tikes… it is Oyin…
you don't know Oyin again?…
Ok, there is something I need you to do for me…"

NEXT EPISODE DROPS TOMORROW.

Hope you are also reading "THE MISTAKE OF MY LIFE"
Episode 4 drops soon
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