Sunday, December 4, 2016

A Second Chance - Chapter 43

Now that all their secrets are exposed, what is left? Neither asked, but it was a thought lingering in everyone’s mind and no one had the answer to it. Not Bisola, not Ben, nor Aisha.

They remained quiet, too quiet.

“11:52,” Bisola said to herself watching the wall-clock.

“What’s that, did you say something?” Ben immediately said, sitting upright. He was more than glad to have heard something else other than his warring thoughts. Bisola laughed slightly before she pointed to the clock. “Maybe it’s time for you to get your sister home. I’m sure she’s already sleeping by now.”

“Oh,” he said, it’d echoed in his head like a statement of disappointment. He knew he had to leave at one point but time, it’d moved faster than he’d wanted. And with the craziness of tonight, it’d moved two times faster. I guess it’s time to go, he thought getting up on his feet.

“Judith!” he called and after the third time with no reply, he knew she was far deep into sleep.

“I’ll go get her.” Bisola said next.

“One other thing,” he paused for a second before continuing. “Is she still here?” he asked, pointing to the spot he’d known Aisha to be since the last time he spoke to her.

“She’s always here, Ben. She has nowhere else to go; at least not yet. I’ll go get your sister now.” And with that she left him alone in the room with Aisha for what he thought was the first time since her passing.

In Bisola’s absence, there was no way of communication between Ben and Aisha. She watched him shake the nervousness out of his hands and smiled. It was sad for her to know that it’d taken her death to be regarded as something of importance, something to be feared, and something that would cause Ben to tremble on his feet.

Maybe, she said out loud because he couldn’t hear her. “Maybe that is all I need, all I can get from him. Maybe this is enough to put my soul to rest,” and after a while she came back to where she’d left off, saying, “But why am I still here? Why isn’t this enough?” She wanted answers so badly but none came. It all pointed back to one man—Tunde. And for the first time, Aisha who would give everything to see him on his knees covered in his own blood hated that to the very end, her getting out of her old life and this lifeless one depended on him after all. Would she ever be free of him because even in death she was still his property?

In her observation of events since she’d appeared in Bisola’s home she knew she was now sure of one thing, just like he hadn’t allowed her walk away on her own but she’d done it regardless, she would have to do the same this time. An even if that meant dying a second death, she didn’t mind as long as he was coming with her. So she looked at her only realistic hope beside Bisola, and knew everything could be all right.

“But I don’t want to leave with him neither do I want to live with him,” They heard Judith say coming out to the living room. She sluggishly put her shoes on, drowsy from sleep. “Bisola, you saw how he is, can’t I just stay with you?”

“No because this isn’t my house and the owner is coming to take it back tomorrow actually,” she reminded herself.

“What do you mean the owner is coming to get it back? Is Tunde putting you out?”
“Well,” she sat down. “I annoyed him the last time we met and he suggested I come live with him to prove my loyalty to him. I’ll do it.”

“He can’t ask you to leave because this house isn’t his, its mine.”

She sighed. “Ben, we said no more secrets and you dump this on me now?”

“I know, I was going to tell you before but I forgot. Tunde doesn’t own this place. I wish I can tell you more right now but I really need to get her home.” he said looking at his sister who’d crashed on a couch.

“But,” he said, drawing closer to Bisola, “If anything happens tomorrow, I want to be the first person you call. I have a place for you if you need it, alright? Are we cool?”

She nodded and watched him turn his attention back to his sister, picking her up from the couch and out through the door. They left and the room fell quite again.

“I guess now it’s my turn to tell you another secret.” Bisola heard Aisha say.

“You and Ben are perfect for each other, always keeping secrets from people; do you enjoy lying so much?” Bisola said angrily.

“No, I’m not as bad as he is and moreover, I think you’ll love to hear this one.”

“Then let me hear it.”

“Okay,” Aisha started eagerly, moving to join Bisola where she sat.

“First of all I didn’t know Ben owned this place but I believe him because this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him here. The first time, I don’t even think you remember this but you’d fainted on the bathroom floor and there was nothing I could to and he just magically appeared as if you’d call for him. He put you to bed that night and stayed with you for a while. The other time he brought you home. I heard someone struggling to open the door and I thought it was you but it wasn’t. He opened the door carrying you in his arms and he took you to your room. This time I thought maybe he’d gotten the house key from you but what about the first time? There was no sign of breaking and entering; he must have had the house key.”

A now speechless Bisola who also couldn’t believe all what she just heard collapsed back on the chair. “But why are you just now telling me this? Did he touch me? Did he see me naked?” she asked?

“Oh yes, I think he saw everything,” Aisha giggled but became serious again when she saw the embarrassment in Bisola’s face. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this until now, I didn’t want you to know that he could be all that, I just didn’t want you to be deceived by those things. I wanted you to continue hating him because that hate is what’s going to help me get my revenge. And so what if he brought you home and took care of you and watched you sleep those two times, it doesn’t change anything right? Does it?”

Hmm, Bisola didn’t answer. She replayed the question over and over in her head instead, in search of a single answer that would fix everything. Aisha’s story hadn’t changed anything; it’d only succeeded in fueling that fire she’d been trying to control since the first night Ben spoke her name in that hotel room. And now that all their secrets are exposed, what is left?


  1. To be or not to be ?

    I want more ben and Bisola in the future

  2. Oooohhhh snap and all the while i thought this was a one sided affair...Bisola feels it too!!! As we wait to unravel this love story!


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