Belina 2

Belina 2 – batch 2


Richærd looked from his
father to his mother in utter
amazement and shock. He
could not believe his eyes.
After roaming the estate
and road, he had come to
the conclusion that it was
high time he forgot about
the past and move on.

afterwards went about
finding out where his
mother lived. He did not call
his father; neither did he
call Tunji or anyone who
could probably inform her
because he wanted to catch
her unawares in order to
know the state she was in.
He reached into his pocket
to fetch his phone only to
find it empty with only his
wallet. Not willing to go
back home without
reconciling with his mother,
he went to a business
centre, bought a thousand
naira card in the attendant’s
phone, used it to make a
few calls and left without
even using #100 worth of
the card. He got the address
and set out to search her
out. He had admitted to
himself that Belina was
right and that he truly
needed his mother. There is
always a place a mother
occupies in the heart of a
Richærd shook his head in
regret as his annoyance
started showing up in full
velocity. He still could not
believe that his father could
have anything to do with
her despite all that she did
to him.
“What are you doing here
richærd?” Mr. Branson asked
looking uncomfortable.
Richærd slowly turned his
gaze to his father. “I should
be asking you that father.
What the hell are you doing
here with this… woman?”
he asked shifting his gaze
back to his mother.
“c’mon Richærd, respect her.
She is your mother”
“respect. Respect? No. I can
NEVER respect her. NEVER.
You should not even be the
one telling me this, dad. Did
she respect you when you
were struggling to make
her happy? No. Did she
respect you when she
brought various color of
guys to your matrimonial
bed? No. (Laughs bitterly).
Did she respect you when
she slapped you in front of
her stupid s€× partner
when you caught them red-
handed? No. Talk of me?
she never respected me
once; not once. Now don’t
talk to me about respect
because I am sure she does
not know what it means”,
Richærd said.
Mr J. Branson hadn’t
forgotten all these but
hearing it again made it
even more painful. He could
not say anything again as
he stared into space
remembering that day. His
world had been shattered
into pieces when he saw
his wife with a fat white
haired man. He had just
come back from a trip, a bit
earlier than he had
proposed because the
business did not fall into
place. He got to the
entrance of the house and
met his son crying. He
asked why he was there
but he did not respond,
trying to stop him from
entering the house. He
neglected Richærd’s advice
and let himself in with his
key. On entering, he saw
clothes all over the sitting
room and his temperature
increased as he began to
get the picture of what he
might see. He entered the
room and the sight before
him almost drove him mad
instantly. He wanted to be
sure he had seen correctly
so he closed his eyes
hoping that he would see
something different when
he opens them but his eyes
were forced open with a
very hot slap by Loretta. She
was stark unclad just like
her partner who sat down
at the edge of the bed
looking like a fat pig. She
had pushed him out and
locked the door to continue
her act.
As he remembered all these,
fresh tears flowed out of
his eyes and he left the
room quietly. Richærd
looked at his mother with
contempt written all over
him. Tears threatened but
he held them at bay; he
hadn’t cried for a long time
and she would not be the
one to change that.
“you know, I actually came
here to settle the rift
between us now, I don’t
care about that anymore.
You are just an opportunist
and a shameless w—e. I
am ashamed I came out of
you. Get a life and leave my
father alone cos he has a
respectable wife”, Richærd
said through gritted teeth
and turned to leave.
“No Richærd, please. I am
sorry”, she said pleading
with tears.
Richærd turned at the
entrance. “Yes. You should
be sorry. Sorry for yourself”,
he said and stormed out of
the apartment.
Prisca woke up to the
ringing of her phone. She
looked at the phone and
was a bit surprised but
after checking the time, she
saw that it was past nine.
They always had the habit
of sleeping early ever since
she got married to Tony.
“What’s up girl?” she asked
immediately she picked.
“Prisca…” Belina said over
the receiver with a shaky
Prisca became fully awake
in an instant. “What is the
matter Bell, have you been
“Richærd is not back yet, is
he over there?” she asked
“what do you mean he is
not back yet? He is not here.
Have you called him?” she
asked. Tony was already
awake, staring at her
curiously. She put the
phone in speaker and
Belina’s voice filled the
“he left the phone in the
room and I have been
calling him up until I went
into the room and saw his
phone there. Since he left,
he hasn’t returned. I am
scared something might be
wrong with him”, she said
obviously crying.
“relax honey, he’ll be fine.
We would –”she was saying
when she suddenly heard
‘richærd’ over the phone
and the phone went dead.

Episode 5

I stared at Richærd as he
entered. He was obviously
very angry but I didn’t give
a d–n. He did not notice
my tears and I wiped it off
“where are you coming
from sir?” I asked
He rubbed his palm on his
head. “see, I can’t explain
anything now?” he
I was taken aback.

can’t what? You better start
explaining. How dare you
leave the house in the
middle of an important
celebration in our lives,
come back this late and give
me that crap? Do you know
how worried I was? I called
how many times? Let me
check… 42 times, only to
find your phone in,side and
now you tell me that you
can’t explain anything
now?” I lamented.
“Alright, sorry. Are you ok
now?” he dropped coldly
and stormed into the
bedroom. That only made
me angrier. My anger
increased several degrees
but I kept it in,side. My
tummy was scre-ming for
food but my mouth was not
ready to accept anything.
This is a thing that occurs
whenever I am angry.
I entered the room and
started changing my
clothes. Richærd was in the
shower and I did not care
because I was in no mood
to have any bath at all,
besides, I took my bath
before the party began and
I did not dance or do
anything that would
warrant another bath. The
anniversary was just a total
I wore a nightie and got
into my side of the big bed.
I pulled the blanket up to
my chin and switched off
the bedside lamp. I closed
my eyes as tears flowed
down my cheeks. I pinged
Prisca, telling her not to
worry that Richærd was
already back, switched off
my phone and placed it
beside the lamp.
I heard the shower go off
and Richærd step out. I
pretended to be asleep but
I knew that Richærd was
not easily fooled. The light
came and I felt him seat in
front of me.
“sweet heart. Lina” he
called but I did not respond.
He gently k-ssed my checks
and went to the other side
of the bed to sleep. More
tears slipped out of my
closed eyes unhindered as I
remembered all the events
of the day.

I woke up with a banging
head and a rumbling
stomach. It was like my
head was being hammered
and would be shattered in
any minute. I looked at the
other side and saw Richærd
sleeping soundly. I stood up
and went into the kitchen
to fetch a pack of juice. I
poured myself a glass of
juice and drank it at a go. I
took part of the food from
yesterday and put it in the
microwave. I poured myself
another glass and sipped.
In no time, I was eating at
the table in the kitchen. I
was so famished that I did
not notice Richærd’s
“I am also hungry”
I was startled on hearing
his voice but I gained
composure almost
“Good morning”, I said and
stood up to fix him
something. We would be
preparing for church
anytime soon and I was
already envisaging a very
long day now that I did not
plan to talk to Richærd. I
ignored his ‘how was your
night’ reply and focused on
what I was doing. I put the
food in the microwave and
I turned only to find Richærd
right in front of me.
“Allow me” I said staring
past him but he did not give
in. I stared into his eyes
with a renewed anger
propelled by the
remembrance of his cold
utterances the night before
and repeated my earlier
Richærd closed the distance
between us and covered my
mouth with his in a deep
long k-ss. My anger just
seeped out of me with each
passing second. When we
broke the k-ss, he looked
into my eyes.

“I am sorry. I
should not have behaved
the way I did yesterday, I
was just so angry at the
moment” he said.
I pounded his chest in a
play-like manner and said,
“don’t you ever do that. You
really got my blood boiling”
He smiled softly and k-ssed
me again and the sound of
the microwave separated
us. We laughed, ate our
food and prepared for
church. The headache was
nowhere to be found when
we were through.
Monday happened on us
and we were in for another
week of work. In order to
have enough time for each
other, Richærd had
rearranged the roaster in
the main hospital and I had
done likewise in BRP
Hospital (Best Result
Psychology Hospital). We
were not to work on
weekends except
exceedingly critical cases.
Richærd was already in his
black p-nts and shirt
around 7 o’clock and I
stretched lazily on the bed.
Richærd picked up his tie
and smacked my buttock.
“c’mon, get your lazy butt
out of bed preety, it is
Monday morning.”
“oh… leave me alone joor. If
you had allowed me to
sleep peacefully yesterday, I
would not feel so weak”, I
He smiled, looked at my
fragile form on the bed and
shook his head.
“you should have known
better than to put on that
tempting lingerie. Where
the hell did you get it by the
I snickered, got out of bed,
went to the wardrobe and
pulled out another tie.

don’t need to know that
baby boy. Your fashion
sense is so outdated” I said
and replaced the tie he had
on. I knotted it and
adjusted it in the right

“yes. Perfect”, I said
in delight examining him
after a job well done.
He stood there, looking at
me with a smile playing on
his face. His eyes roamed
my body slowly making me
feel self conscious and
uncomfortable. I looked at
myself and saw what it was
– I was clad in his night
robe which was extremely
big for me. The sleeve was
too long that it covered my
entire arm including my
fingers while the gown
spread out on the floor like
the tail of a wedding gown.
I smiled, imagining what I
must look like and started
laughing. Richærd laughed
slightly and pulled me into
his arms.
“you look like a five years
old girl in her mothers
clothes” he said and I
raised my chin defiantly.
“but even in this over-sized
gown, you are more than
enough temptation” I
blushed and tip-toed to k-ss
him but he backed away at
the last minute leaving me
stunned. He covered his
nose with two fingers.
“sorry honey, I very much
wanna devour your mouth
but you’ve got bad breath
Alarmed and embarrassed, I
examined my mouth and
did not perceive any
offensive odor. I frowned ,
raised my gaze to him and
saw him grinning gaily. I
folded my fist and would
have landed it right in his
stomach if he hadn’t
jumped out of the way.

grabbed his briefcase and
hurried out of the room.
“I love you”, he said and
jumped out of the room in
time to avoid the shoe I
threw in his direction. I
continued to stare at the
door moments after his
departure and smiled. ‘I
would so get my revenge’ I
said to myself as I entered
the bathroom to prepare
for another week.
“Today is a dream come
true”, Oyinade said as she
gazed at herself in the
mirror. Oyinade is someone
you would say has excess
of everything. She is neither
fat nor slim, she is
somewhere between. She
has a bust that gives her a
tough time with tops,
though, she would gladly
reveal her cle-vage for all
eyes to feast on. Her
backside was also a perfect
match with the load she
had in front.
Following Ronke’s lecture
on ‘firsthand innocent
appearance’, she had
searched for a cloth that is
cooperate and does not
reveal too much of her God-
given asset but did not find
any so she went shopping,
thanks to a very good
It hadn’t been easy getting
into BRH. She had given up
her well-paying job in a
growing hospital when she
heard of the vacancy in Best
Results Hospital. Several
people went for the job
with breath-taking
qualifications,though she
was also very good, she
knew that she would have
to go the extra-mile.
After scaling through to the
final interview, she had
deliberately dressed to
sed-ce, knowing from
research that mostly men
handled interviews in BRH.
The two men could barely
take their eyes off her body
as they asked questions
that were irrelevant to
medical environment. After
the interview, she had
roamed the environment
until all the candidates were
out. She sighted one of the
interviewers, approached
him and found her way into
his bed, sealing her place in
BRH. There surely is no
place in Nigeria without
“Today, I finally meet
Richærd Branson after years
of day-dreaming”, she
thought with a smile. “He
would soon realize that I
am far better than that
barren tramp he has in his


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