Marriage Chronicles - Season 1 - Episode 22

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Marriage Chronicles - Season 1 - Episode 22

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..ANNA..
The next phase begun a few days later. See I’d
been clinging to Rajesh while trying everything
humanly possible to convince him that I
remembered not anything about his attack.
We had been laying in bed a few days back after
a steamy love session when Rajesh tactfully
said, “I still don’t get why you’d decide to keep a lunatic’s baby. Why don’t you just have an abortion?”

“I ain’t no murderer, Raj. Willy had hurt me and he’ll be paying for his sins for the next twenty years so I got no business killing an innocent baby.” I wrapped my arms round his waist and pulled him closer to me. “Look here, I myself didn’t plan to have this baby but s--t happened so I’ve already figured what to do with it once it’s born.” “Really?” his eyes shone with excitement. “You gonna give it up for adoption or
something?”

“Kind of..I’ll give the baby to my parents who’ll
be more than thrilled to raise him or her.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” he kissed me. “That’s
why I love you.”

“I love you more. And once the baby is born, you
and I will have all the fun we want.”
“I can’t wait.”

A few days later, I convinced Rajesh to go
shopping with me.

“But I’ve got work to do,” he complained. I
convinced him to come with me in the end
though.

We were in PEP store where I was picking some
stuff for my unborn baby even though I was only
three months and some weeks pregnant. I picked
a pair of pretty unisex tiny shoes and showed
them to Rajesh who looked extremely bored.
“How do you like these, Raj?” “They’re nice.”

I threw them in the basket that he was carrying
and inwardly cussed when I couldn’t spot
Mainza. Where the hell was he? Speak or think
of the devil in this case, he showed up right in
front of Rajesh and I. He too had a basket and
was pretending to shop.

Game on.

I let Rajesh take a few steps ahead of me before
stopping in my tracks and faintly uttering,
“Rajesh.”

He turned almost immediately. “Anna, what’s
wrong?”

I was massaging my temples, all for show. “I feel dizzy.” Raj hurriedly put the basket down and rushed to my aid. “Must be the pregnancy, you really need some rest.”

“I think so too.” He wrapped a hand round my
shoulder and picked the basket with his free
hand. That’s when I fainted, for fake.
Raj was kneeling before me while calling my
name and shaking me. I could hear footsteps
and figured people had come to watch.
And then came Mainza’s voice, “Am a doctor,
everybody excuse me. Let me through..” he
repeated to Rajesh, “Am a doctor. Let me check
her.”

“Sure do,” Raj sounded really concerned. Maybe
he did love me after all. Well too late cause I
wasn’t gonna get sentimental at this stage
because the wheels were already in motion.
Mainza was feeling my pulse and checking my
eyes. “We need to take her to the hospital
asap.”
“What’s wrong with her, Doc?” “I think her blood
pressure is high but I need to run some tests on
her first.”
Raj and Mainza carried me to Raj’s car and la!d
me in the backseat.
Raj got behind the wheel while Mainza went to
his car to lead the way.
Once at the hospital, I was put on a stretcher
and rushed to the emergency room where
Mainza ran a series of tests on me. I feingned
gaining consciousness almost an hour later.
“Where am I?” I asked Rajesh who was hovering
over me.

“In the hospital, sweetie. You fainted.”
“I remember.” and then I exclaimed, “My baby! Is
it alright?” “It’s in perfect condition,” replied
Mainza, smiling. “Am Doctor Mainza.”
The fake results came out in the evening and
Raj and I were summoned to Mainza’s office
who offered us a seat while wearing a grim
expression on his face.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news for you,” he
warily said.
Raj looked worried. “Tell us already, doctor.”
“Is it fine if I divulge the news to you in his
presence, Ms. Anna?”
“It’s more than fine,” I replied and joined hands
with Raj under the desk.
Mainza sighed. “You have a brain tumour, Ms.
Anna.” “No, no, no!” I was shaking and crying in
no time. “It can’t be.”
Rajesh hugged me really tight. “Hush, baby girl,
hush. Doc, how long does she got left? To live, I
mean. Or is the tumour curable?” “Am afraid it’s
not. She’s only get less than a year, I guage.”
I broke down and staged some million dollar
drama about why God would allow such a thing
happen to me. I was getting dressed later that
evening after sleeping with Mainza in his house
when I said, “What a show you pulled down back
at the hospital.”

“You just pulled down a show yourself a few
minutes ago. When next can we do this again?”
I strapped my bra on. “Whenever I feel like. For
now, I need you to summon Raj to your office
and feed him some lies about how the tumour
has messed with my brain and such so I ain’t
never fully regaining my memory. The guy isn’t
really smart so he’ll believe whatever bullshit you
feed him.”
“What game are you playing, Anna?”
“That’s none of your business, mister.” I received
a call from Mainza a day later informing me he’d
talked to Raj earlier that day.
“And?” I asked him.

He replied, “He believed me. He seemed happy
though, don’t know why.” “I know why. Thanks,
Mainza. I owe you one.”
“You sure do owe me. Let’s hook up this
weekend.”
“No problem. Bye.”
“Bye.” Raj had moved in with me ever since he
learnt I had a brain tumour. Nigga please!
So when he arrived home that night, I rushed
into his arms and begun crying. “Am dying, Raj.”
“Don’t talk like that.” “There’s no need to sugar
coat s--t, sweetheart. Am dying so let’s face it.
But I wanna ask you for one last favour. Consider
it a dying person’s last wish.”
He was raking a finger through my weave.
“Anything for my queen.”
“Will you marry me, Raj?”
He let go of me so that we could look at each
other. “You do realise you just proposed to me,
right?” “And am not ashamed.”
Rajesh leaned in and kissed me quite with
intense passion. “Of course I’ll marry you, Anna
my love.”
“Thank you, Raj my eternal love. You just made
me the happiest woman alive cause I know I’ll
get to spend my last days on earth with the love
of my life.”
Inwardly, I said, you just signed your death
sentence you punk a-s nigga. The following day,
I visited a lawyer and got myself some divorce
papers which I took with me to visit William in
prison that afternoon.

“Am surprised the witch Cleopatra decided to
visit me. Do you miss me already? To what do I
owe this honour?” Willy mocked me as he sat
opposite me.
“Hello to you too, my dear soon to be ex
husband. And I like what you just called me. I
might as well call our child Cleopatra if it’s a
girl.”
“Suit yourself. Now tell me what you want,
Anna.”
“If you’re so impatient then I’ll go straight to the
point,” I pursed my lips and took the divorce
papers out of my bag, a ballpen too. “Sign them,
Willy.”
“And give you the freedom to marry whomever
you please? I ain’t signing them, baby.”
“What if I told you if you sign them, you’ll get the
chance to name our baby and you’ll also be
seeing him or her quite a number of times cause
I’ll be bringing them to visit you? Willy, if you
sign these papers, I won’t instigate our child
against you, I swear on it’s life.” “Wow, you really
are desperate. Gist me, what’s the catch?”
“It’s none of your business, Willy. If you need
time to think about this, I understand.”
“I don’t need time,” he said while going through
the papers. “Am trusting you this one time,
Anna.”

“Thanks.”
He finally signed. “You ever heard of Karma?”
“That’s a dumb question to ask someone.” “Call
me names, Anna, but Karma is coming for you
cause it never forgets an address.”
“Keep telling yourself that, honey,” I rose to my
feet and got my things. “See you when next I
come here.” Once outside, I gave Rajesh a call.
“Willy has signed the papers. You and I can
legally get married now.”
“Am thrilled,” he sounded thrilled as he said.
“Love you.” “Love you too.”
No sooner did I get off the call with Raj than I
called Mainza to ask him where we’d meet.
When I was off the phone with him, I adjusted
my sunglasses and smiled. I was gonna become
Raj’s wife just for me to become his rich widow
soon. You can call me a black widow in advance
if you like…