Tears of an Orphan
Episode 25
© Mary Francis Solomon
Mrs. Olajide quietly stepped out of the house. Her heart was beating fast as she moved to a quiet corner and placed a call.
“Brown,” she said angrily, without greeting him. “I told you my husband would be back today. Why did you call me?”
“I’m sorry, madam,” Brown replied quickly. “But something urgent happened. I saw Cynthia. She looks better now, but the pregnancy is still there. What do you want me to do? Should I eliminate her, or bring her back to you?”
Mrs. Olajide clenched her fist. Her mind was restless.
When Cynthia left the house that day, Mrs. Olajide felt troubled. Life became very hard for her. Cynthia used to help her a lot at home and at the shop. Without her, everything felt stressful and tiring.
Sometimes Eric and Greatness helped, but not often. Eric was preparing for his SSCE examination and needed extra lessons to get good results. Greatness also had tutors, and they usually returned home late in the evening. Mrs. Olajide felt overwhelmed and lonely with all the work.
That was when she decided to secretly hire a private investigator to look for Cynthia.
Her plan was not to bring Cynthia back immediately. What she wanted was for Cynthia to lose the pregnancy first. She did not want Cynthia to return to her house carrying a child. That was the real reason she hired Brown.
“Brown,” she said coldly, “have you forgotten what I told you? I said you must make her lose that pregnancy. I don’t care how you do it. I know she is not a loose girl. Even if you try to date her, she won’t agree easily. Get close to her. Win her trust. Find a way. Just make sure that pregnancy is gone. And don’t ever call me again until I call you.”
“Okay, madam,” Brown replied. “But what about my remaining payment? And honestly… I miss you,” he added softly, with a strange tone.
“Be very careful,” Mrs. Olajide warned sharply. “I only allowed that because my husband was not around. Now he is back. I don’t need you for that anymore. Do your job, and I will complete your payment and send you away in peace. What happened last week will not continue. My husband is here now. Get out of my phone.”
She ended the call angrily.
Mrs. Olajide did not know that someone had overheard part of her conversation. Feeling uneasy, she quickly returned to the house. She was startled when she saw her husband awake.
“Where did you go?” Mr. Olajide asked. “I checked the room and the compound. You were nowhere to be found.”
“I’m sorry, babe,” she lied calmly. “I couldn’t sleep. My stomach felt heavy, so I went out for a short stroll.”
“Okay,” he said gently. “I hope you feel better now,” as he moved closer and held her.
She tried to pull away, but he insisted. Remembering that he wanted to go to the police station about Cynthia, she quickly changed her approach to distract him.
“Babe, don’t you miss me?” he asked, his eyes full of desire.
“I miss you too,” she replied softly. “But I’m worried about Cynthia. She has been missing for a while now. Instead of going to the police, I think we should hire a private investigator. The police may waste time and money and still not do the work well.”
“A private investigator will be expensive,” Mr. Olajide said.
“Yes, but they will be more effective,” she insisted. “I know someone who can help us.”
“Do you think the person will do a good job?” he asked.
“Yes, I believe so,” she replied.
“Alright then,” he said, pulling her closer. She relaxed into him, and he was pleased.
Brown was a street-smart man and also a professional private investigator. Mrs. Olajide had known him since her single days. They once had a relationship, and she admired his handsome looks and confidence.
When she hired him to look for Cynthia, old desires returned. They began sleeping together again. She enjoyed him more than her husband, but she knew she had to be very careful.
Brown knew how to control her. He demanded a large amount of money for the job, knowing she could not pay everything. She paid half with money and the rest with her body.
After the call, Brown began planning how to get close to Cynthia and carry out his mission.
The next day, he went to Mr. Henry’s house. He met Cynthia washing outside. He pretended to be kind and helped her fetch water from the well.
Cynthia felt uncomfortable with his unusual kindness, but because she was polite and kind-hearted, she allowed him to help.
When she finished washing and wanted to go inside, Brown tried to follow her.
“Please, sir,” Cynthia said firmly. “My aunt and others are around. They will not like seeing us together. Thank you for your help, but I don’t need more.”
“Oh, it’s okay,” Brown said sweetly. “A beautiful girl like you deserves help. I will come again tomorrow. I want to be your friend and make you happy.”
His words made Cynthia uneasy. Something about him did not feel right.
To be continued….
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Written by Mary Francis Solomon.