Monday, 22 September 2014
I DID Episode 09 - Finale.
(This is not the end exactly. There is an epilogue which I posted after.)
It had been just two weeks. But they had been two entirely packed weeks. In those two weeks, Theresa could not put a finger to what was going on with her. She had been thinking of Dehinde almost every day. She had reminisced over and over the kiss they had shared. Maybe his P.A's call was god sent. If that hadn't happened, maybe she would have ended up sleeping with him.
He had called her every day of the first week, and even if she had been strong headed and told him to leave her alone and let her be, she couldn't deny the fact that she was going wild for this man. This man that had once made her feel the worst of herself.
It was Thursday. Dehinde had promised to pick her up from work. He wanted to talk. She knew what he was going to talk about. He was probably going to apologize for everything and tell her he wanted her back. Maybe she wanted to hear his apology. That was why she didn't mention a word of her secret Dehinde fantasy with Jennifer, the one person who could talk some meaning into her.
She saw his call. He was by the gate of her office already. She grabbed her handbag. The handbag was a green Hermes purse. Tony had bought her the purse on her last birthday. She had been ranting and talking on and on about Phyfashion, a clothier who sold nice clothes and accessories for ladies. She talked about how she was saving bits from her salary to be able to purchase items she had her eyes on. And behold, on her birthday, Tony had brought her the purse and the dresses she had wanted.
"Hi," Theresa said, climbing in his car.
"Hey Sweets," He said, smiling.
She ignored his endearment.
"So what do you want to see me for or talk about?" She asked.
Dehinde smiled. He knew she was trying to be stubborn and feisty.
He ignored her and drove down somewhere. It was very familiar. She knew this place; this open field. It was a private resort. His father actually owned it. It was getting dark already and the wind was blowing softly and full of grace. This was the place where Dehinde had proposed to her.
"What are you getting at, Dehinde?" She asked.
A server brought them glasses of drinks and peppered Asun. Theresa laughed. Dehinde knew what she liked. After all, he had been her husband once.
"I want us to talk. Me and you." He said, as they sat.
"There's no me and you anymore." She said.
"Theresa you can't fight this. I know you still remember old times. I know I messed up so bad...I know, but I am so sorry. I never got over you. I made a mistake and I regretted it. I miss you so much. Gosh, I can't believe how stupid I was."
"Dehinde, it's not happening, Forget it."
"It will happen." He said. He held her hand and begun to run his thumb over it, up and down, to and fro, left and right. She shut her eyes. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it continuously.
"Stop this, please. I beg you," She said.
"I can't. I'll do anything to have you back. I don't care if you have a boyfriend now. By the way Theresa you can do better than that man I saw you with!"
She couldn't believe what he just said. Tony didn't deserve that. By the way, she wasn't exactly sure if he still wanted her back; if he was still going to give her that ring.
"What do you mean? And you, who did you go for? Your damn Personal Assistant!" She blurted out.
Then the jealousy came rushing back.
"I...I am sorry...I just didn't have anyone else. And she was all over me." He said.
She hissed again.
"She got pregnant. I couldn't deny responsibility."
Theresa flashed him a sharp look. It was so sharp because it came from her pierced heart. Dehinde had a child? Dehinde, the man who had asked her to have an abortion?
"I can't believe this. You have a child?! Wait, oh my God..." She jumped from her seat. "Are you guys married?"
"I know what you're thinking. I know this is about the abortion..."
"Are you trying to make me your mistress? How insulting is this? First you divorced me and humiliated me, now you want to sleep with me as a side chick?"
Dehinde stood up and tried to calm her down but she pushed him away.
"We are not married, Theresa." He said.
"I'm confused here. Who is she really with? I'm disappointed in you if this is really true..." She laughed.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I mean, who exactly is she sleeping with? You or Jide?"
Dehinde frowned. The lines on his face and his little dimple above his cheek reflected his expression. The bigger dimple exhibited itself when he smiled and both dimples worked in collaboration when he laughed out loud.
"Jide? Whta the hell are you talking about?"
She shook her head, laughing.
"Oh my! So this girl is playing you guys. Does she have a mission to destroy the Balorama guys?"
"Woman you are talking parables here! What is going on, dammit!" He yelled.
"Hey hey...I'm not your wife anymore. Don't you raise your voice at me."
He tried to calm down.
"Okay. I...My bad. I am sorry. But please..."
"It's been a while. It's been about three years. We were divorced and after you abandoned me and sent me out, " She looked at his face. He flinched. She knew her words hurt him.
"I got a job in a hotel as a front desk staff. I saw her come into the hotel one day. I had to deliver room service at her suite. She was there with Mr. Roland and I thought..."
"Oh shit!" He cursed, jamming his fist into his other hand.
"That bastard! That whore!"
She hated this about him. He had still not changed. He still cursed at every time he got the chance to.
Tony shut his eyes and sighed. He'd had a really long day at work, but mostly, as he had been in the past weeks, he had been frustrated and his mood was damp. He was a man. He was not going to cry. The only woman he had ever cried for was his late wife.
He still couldn't believe what he had seen.
He had gone over to Theresa's office to pick her up for dinner, He wanted to talk and mend things. He wanted to give her a chance to apologize. Maybe he had been too hard on her and had over reacted when she called him Dehinde. He had tried to talk to his sister about it but he didn't want to breed any form of enmity or malice between both women who were important to him. He didn't want to create any in-law problems for Theresa...if she eventually became his wife. If.
So he had driven down to her office, just in time, He knew when she got off work. He had bought a box of Thornton's chocolates. He knew she liked them. He had to admit that he had missed her so much. He couldn't wait to have her back.
Yes he was hurt. No man would accept her blunder. But he also thought that maybe seeing Dehinde again had shaken her.
He was going to call her phone. Just then, he saw her walk out of the office building. She walked towards the grey colored Elantra that was parked by the edge of the road. Just before she got there, a man had come out of the car and opened the other door for her. He was smiling and almost undressing her with his eyes. Ton saw him clearly. The man was her ex-husband. Dehinde Roland. He had been so mad that he punched his honk, almost alerting passers-by.
He had to give up. He just had to let her go. She probably was not worth it. He had tried to give her all the love he could muster after his late wife passed on, but maybe what she had for Dehinde was stronger. He couldn't understand how a woman would want to go back to a man who hit her, asked for an abortion, disrespected her and her family, and never cared for her. Women were indeed weird!!!
"Hello sir," He heard a voice at his door. "Any body home?"
It was Friday morning and he had decided not to go to work. He had forgotten that he had scheduled very important meetings for that day.
He hissed as he stood up. He had actually slept off on the sofa in the living room. Empty plates of Noddles and empty packs of Grape Juice were littered on the floor. The TV was still switched on. He looked at the clock. It was 11.15 AM. His head throbbed with a stubborn ache.
He walked towards the door and peeped through the hole. It was Gloria, his Admin staff. She was is accountant too, and events planner and his support system at work. She could do the job of everybody.
"Good morning, Glo." He said.
She tilted her head backwards. She had never seen her boss this scruffy looking before. His breath stank!
"Are you okay, Sir?" She asked. She walked into his apartment.
In a few, he was in the bathroom, taking a shower, and she was cleaning up and fixing him something to eat.
"Tell me the damn truth, Woman! Are you having an affair with my cousin?!" Dehinde yelled, holding her neck stiff with his hands. She was coughing and starting to choke. Their son wasn't home. She had dropped him off at her mother's.
"You're hurting me! Please don't kill me!" She coughed.
Dehinde let go of her neck and stepped a few feet away, trying to keep calm.
"Tell me the truth." He demanded.
She was crying now. She was still holding her throat.
"I am not seeing him anymore." She said.
"So when were you seeing him?"
"It's been long...Please..."
"So you went ahead and slept with my cousin the same time you were warming my bed. Wait," He placed his hands on his head.
"Am I his father?" He asked. He was afraid for her answer. The truth stared him in the face as she shivered and searched for answers. He was still pointing at the picture of their son.
"I said answer me! Am I his..." He snatched the framed picture of the boy and smashed it on the floor. She jumped and shrieked, screaming and crying.
"No...No he's not yours. I'm sorry! Oh God I'm sorry!" She cried.
She tried to run but Dehinde grabbed her by the hair. He wanted to kill her but he didn't. He sighed and let her go, breaking more things in the house. Then he grabbed his mobile phone.
The call went through. He was calling Jide.
"Hey Bastard!" He said the minute the call began to read.
Ronke Roland heard her husband's phone ringing. She had become really suspicious of late. Jide had totally changed from whom he used to be. She guessed he was having an affair. He was desperate for a child and he was going to do anything to have one, or two, or five.
He was taking a shower in the bathroom. He had left his phone on the bedside table. She grabbed it and saw it was Dehinde calling. She decided to pick up.
"Hey, Bastard!" Dehinde spat out.
Ronke was surprised. What was Dehinde so upset about?
"Hello?" She said.
Dehinde wasn't listening to anything she said. He probably didn't even hear her voice because he went on and on.
"I'm coming for you man! You can have her all to yourself. And your son too, But I'm coming for you. I can't believe you would do me this way! My own blood! You are a bastard! Jide I'm going to destroy you. You slept with her and got her pregnant! I have been fathering your son for three damn years!..."
From his ranting, she got the message. She ended the call and cleared his call log. She called the security at the gate and ordered them not to let anyone in, even if it was Dehinde. She was going to protect her home. She knew Dehinde was frustrated and could kill her husband with his bare hands.
She was going to protect her home. She was never going to mention it to him that he had a son...She didn't know how she would go about it because Dehinde was still going to find a way. But maybe she just wasn't ready for the roller coaster ride of her husband bringing in a new child.
"Who was it? I heard you speaking over the phone." Jide said, walking into the bedroom.
"It was one of my business partners. Nothing serious." she replied.
Dehinde was still furious. He was mad at her for making him believe a lie all these three years. He walked angrily towards her and grabbed her neck again. He hit her face and spat in it.
"You're a whore! You are a curse! A home wrecker! You have made my life miserable!!!" He yelled. He was holding on to her neck tighter and tighter, suffocating her. She reached for her pocket, if she could find anything to stop him from hurting her. She remembered that she had been filing her nails just before he stormed into her apartment. She reached for the nail file and raised it to the side of his stomach.
She didn't mean for it to go that deep into him. She didn't mean for all that blood to come spilling out. She didn't mean to soak his white shirt in deep red. She didn't mean to take his life. She didn't mean to kill him.
She shivered, not knowing what to do, as she watched Dehinde Roland's body on her lush rug.
Months had passed since the funeral and every one had mourned him. Theresa had mourned the most. She couldn't help it. She blamed herself. Maybe she should not have mentioned the affair to him. Maybe he would still be alive somehow.
Ronke Roland had mourned too, but secretly, she was glad that the secret about the child had died with him.
And Tony had moved on. He was now married to Gloria, the woman who had come to clean up the mess that Theresa made.