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” Ok then…. I’ll call him right away.”

Binta picked up her phone and dialled Ife’s number.

” It’s ringing but he’s not picking up.”

” please try it again.”

Binta tried it a second time. This time he picked. She stepped outside and spoke to him, before entering into Omar’s room.

” Any luck?” She asked.

” Yes… he picked and I’ve informed him…. He said he’s on his way.” Binta said.

Omar heaved a sigh of relief.

” Thank you so much Binta… thanks for taking care of me…. You have really been helpful.”

” You are welcomed Omar… the most important thing is that I need you to be alright.” Binta said and patted her lightly on her back.

Binta was washing the dishes when Ife arrived. He heard the sound of water pouring on his zinc, and entered the kitchen.

Binta sighted him and greeted him.

” Good morning Mrs Binta…. Please where is my wife?” he asked anxiously.

” She’s upstairs in her room sir…” Binta replied.

Ife rushed up the stairs and entered Omar’s room with Binta following him closely. He met her sleeping and touched her forehead.

” She’s running temperature.” He said concernedly.

Binta nodded.

” When did this happened?” he asked.

” Yesterday night.”

” I have to take her to the hospital.” He said.

He whisked her gently into his arms and carried her into his car.

” Thanks so much Mrs Binta for staying with her all through the night…. I am most grateful to you.” Ife appreciated her.

” You are welcomed sir…. I want to follow you to the hospital…. Then I will leave from there.” Binta said.

” Ok ma’am…. Thanks so much once again.” He said and started the car, driving speedily but carefully out of the compound.

He took her to the nearest hospital around and she was admitted.

Binta stayed a while at the clinic before leaving.

After about 2 hours had elapsed, the doctor came out and ushered Ife into his office.

” How is my wife?” Ife asked the doctor.

” your wife is fine sir… she should be on admission for a couple of days sir.” The doctor said.

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” What is wrong with her is a good news sir…. Congratulations Mr Davis, Your wife is four weeks pregnant.” The doctor announced.

Ife opened his mouth in utmost surprise.

” Omar is pregnant?”

” Yes she is.” The doctor confirmed.

Ife allowed the tears rolled freely from his eyes.

He horned repeatedly expecting the gate man to open the gate. Within a few seconds, the gate opened and he drove in.

He killed the car engine and got out, opening the door of the passenger’s seat for her.

” Welcome Oga…… welcome madam…” The security man greeted them warmly.

” Thank you Mr Musa….. please help me take this things inside.” He told the middle aged security man.

The man quickly carried the bags and followed Ife.

” How do you feel now?” He asked her for the uptenth time that day.

” I’m ok.” She said flatly and got out of the car. Ife made to support her but she refused.

” I am completely fine and can help myself thanks.” She said abruptly.

Ife nodded his head and followed behind her as she walked into their home.

She settled on the sofa and searched for the remote control.

” I’ll fix you something to eat.” He said.

” No thanks…. I’m not hungry.” She replied curtly.

Ife sighed.

” Omar…. Why are you trying to fustrate my efforts?…. Ever since you were admitted into the hospital, you’ve been giving me a cold shoulder.” Ife said.

She didn’t reply him.

He took a stool by the Sofa chairs and sat in front of her.

” Omar please…. Let’s not fight…. It drains me out when we do that.” He said.

She still didn’t reply.

He sighed again and got up to leave.

” You were with her that night….. weren’t you?” Omar asked in agitation.