THE CHAT ROOM : PART 11 – 20
PART 19.
By Temi Akintade
Hadassah was a bubbly child. Almost everyone in the church loved being around her. The youth pastor’s wife would carry her home and return her to me in the evening.
At first, I wanted to tell her not to take her home because my child was not a toy but mama Judith said I should let her be since she was awaiting mother believing God for a child after sixteen years of marriage.
Hadassah was in her eighth month when I graduated from school as an NCE holder.
Frank had applied for me to become a lecturer in the school but the application was not granted because I didn’t hold a master’s degree like Frank.
“But I didn’t have a master’s degree when I got accepted.” Frank stressed. Frustrated. We were in my house that afternoon.
I was frying some puff-puff for a new client who wanted some puff-puff for her mother’s burial. Hadassah was crawling and playing with a blue doll that Frank got for her some weeks ago.
“Forget about them. Maybe the system has changed. Besides, I think I’m doing well with this baking business.
At least I baked and designed a birthday cake for a customer yesterday.” I smiled at my little achievement but Frank didn’t smile.
I noticed that his eyes strolled towards Hadassah playing by the corner. And I thought that maybe he liked her as his daughter.
Suddenly, mama judith’s statement about him liking me, hit my mind. “Would you like to be her father?” I blurted before I could stop myself.
He chuckled. “I’m already her father Paulina. I love and would do anything for her.”
He rose from the bed he was seated on and walked towards me in the kitchen.
Since I was seated in front of the kitchen, frying the puff-puff on a kerosene stove, I beckoned on him to sit but he shrugged stating that he needed to go home.
“I would like you to meet someone. But it will be on a dinner so I will come pick you.” He said.
My ears burned with excitement and my insides tightened with love. For some reasons, I could no longer see the puff-puff I was frying in front of me. I was suddenly seeing butterflies in love shape instead.
Maybe he wants to propose and maybe he wants me to meet his parents. I couldn’t stop the smile that crept into my face now. “So when is this dinner?”
“Saturday. Just get ready.” He said. I scooped some puff-puff into a paper cone and gave him. He kssed Hadassah and bade me farewell. My heart continued skipping even after he left.
Because I just realized that Frank would make a good father and husband.
THE CHAT ROOM : PART 11 – 20
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