He Is Not My Spec Episode 11
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🤷 He Is Not My Spec Episode Eleven:
Adesuwa was buried in the royal palace three days after her body was taken to the village. Her brothers were the ones who buried her since it was taboo for a King and his queen to be at the burial ceremony of their child. Adesuwa’s mother was thrown into a period of mourning, for days, she refused to eat or drink anything, she kept blaming herself for allowing her only daughter to remain in an abusive marriage, she wished she had compelled her husband to let them get divorced.
In a few weeks, the Queen became a shadow of herself, when the King saw that he would lose his wife if care wasn’t taken, he promised her that Olamide would be apprehended and killed. That seemed to cheer the Queen as she began to cheer up knowing fully that her husband always keeps to his word.
Clara was about to leave the church after service one Sunday when an usher informed her that the Pastor wanted to see her. She appreciated the usher and then walked to the Pastor’s office only for her to see Mike already there. She greeted the Pastor and Mike but he refused to give a reply to her greeting.
Clara: Daddy, you sent for me.
Pastor: Bro Mike here, came to me and said he wants you to return every dime he spent for you during your relationship which was brought to an end one month ago. I tried to make him see reasons to let go but he remained adamant that was why I sent for you.
Clara: ohh! No problem sir, let him give us the list of all he spent and I will make a refund but he has to give me time as I would be paying it installmentally.
Mike: (extends a paper to her) This is the list containing all I spent. The total is four hundred and fifty-five thousand naira. The account you are paying it into is written beneath the amount.
Clara: (smiled) Not a problem, you will get your money within six months.
After collecting the list from Mike, Clara thanked the Pastor and left for home. On her way home, she couldn’t stop thinking about Mike’s attitude. The fact that he wanted to collect the money he spent for her wasn’t the problem but that he had been writing all he ever bought for her down. It was as if a scale was removed from her eyes, she never knew that was the kind of person Mike was.
Clara appreciated God for delivering her from the dangerous marital path she was treading. Done with thanking God, Clara was plagued with the thought of paying Mike’s money, she worked in a company as a secretary where was being paid fifty thousand naira monthly, she had been praying to God for a better job but when Mike came her way, he took over her bills which made her less concerned about getting a new job. Seeing that her fifty thousand naira monthly salary could not sustain her and her mother, Clara began to pray for a new job especially when she had promised to pay Mike his money within six months.
Bothered about how she and her mother would cope that month, Clara left the house with an unhappy face, she decided to trek to work instead of taking a bike to save cost. On her way to work, a car splashed mud water on her shoe, an act that further infuriated her. As she stepped into her place of work, the gateman who noticed how messed up her shoe was got a rag and requested permission to clean it up.
Since she was still pissed, Clara didn’t bother to remove the shoe, she let him clean it while it was still on her feet. As the gateman’s hands brushed her skin, she had this tingling feeling. She looked at him and they were lost in staring into one another’s eyes, and for the first time in her life, Clara could tell that there were butterflies in her stomach. She quickly looked away from him and ran to her desk as she was so embarrassed. She couldn’t stop chiding herself for looking at the gate man in such a manner.
All through that day, she kept chastising herself for being lost in staring at the gateman, she felt he was below her status, and she even did everything possible to avoid further contact with him. The more she tried to forget the gateman and the eye contact they shared, the more it dwelled in her brain.
Holy Spirit: isn’t he handsome?
Clara: Come on, Holy Spirit. Where is that coming from?
Holy Spirit: He is my son.
Clara: I don’t need to know that.
Holy Spirit: the thought of my son has dwelled on your mind so, I just needed to let you know that he is mine and he would make a good husband.
Clara: nice one but not for me.
Holy Spirit: Because he is a gateman right? Because he has no money?
Clara: You know I won’t judge anyone
Holy Spirit: of course, you are judging his status. If you care to know, that man is your husband.
Clara: Jesus!!!
TO Be Continued
