Yeside managed to tell Anjola where they were before the phone went off. Her phone battery just gave up on her. She had forgotten to charge the phone while dealing with all the drama…The day was surely a terrible one all the way… Why was Wole acting all concerned all of a sudden? He didn’t seem to care a hoot about his family when he walked out and went wherever it was he went. What was all the show about Olamide’s HMO card and sticking around to watch over them like a hawk? Why was he looking all so tender and adorable? Was he just about to reach out to her? Or was she dreaming up all the attention?
She would never know because Justice Anjola practically flew into the room with all the corresponding Diva like attitude that she could muster. She must have asked one million and one questions and wanted answers immediately to even incoherent questions. This was a classic déjà vu case. She was transported back to 3 years back when she just had Olamide and Mum practically ran her life. Her room was brimming with visitors. Her recovery was a miracle as she barely had 5 minutes of rest before the next visitor came in. She did not get any respite when she was discharged from the hospital. She was so exhausted each day as she spent all her energies nursing Olamide and attending to her million and one relatives that came to visit. She was so glad when mum had to return home and back to work a month and a half later. She just realized that that was when she really began to have serious disagreements with Wole.
Wole watched his mother-in-law essentially take over the whole situation. She was there bossing everyone around, telling the nurses how to do their jobs. When was he going to be free from this woman? It was exactly the way things were 3 years ago when Olamide was born. Before then, he only had to deal with his in-laws during family outings. As tiring as those were, he always had the assurance of some form of peace when he returned home. Yeside still had her angelic mask then. She still pretended to care about him whenever she wasn’t screaming about one pregnancy woe or the other. He was convinced that she was pretending but he was too infatuated to care…He gave in to her every whim then…When The Witch Mother came to care for Olamide, even his pretend peace was invaded. He had no more sanctuary and things never went back to how they were when she left their house… Anjola could feel Wole watching her every move. The silly boy was so incompetent. He and Yeside had swallowed all the doctors and nurses had told them without asking any questions. They were so naïve. She was not going to stand by and watch her grandson be disfigured by incompetent medical practioners. She had been involved in too many cases where the doctor’s competence was really in question. She had to be sure that every syringe was sterilized and every sheet was clean. She may not have had much say in her choice of son-in-law but she wasn’t going to watch her grandson suffer because of his mother’s foolishness… “SHUT UP”
Anjola smiled as she recognized Femi’s voice. That troublesome boy was in the building. Her nephew would definitely not swallow rubbish from any incompetent buffoon.
“Uncle Femi, good afternoon. What is the matter?” Yeside greeted her fuming cousin.
“I asked the buffoon at the front desk where Olamide’s ward is and she was asking me who Olamide is. Her equally incompetent supervisor sided with her when I tried to tell her that she was clearly wrong and shouldn’t ask such silly questions. Did you not pay your complete fees?”
Yeside tried to pacify her cousin and Wole just said a feeble “hello”.
Yes, they were about to relieve the Delivery drama all over again. He just prayed that the drama would end in the hospital this time.
Yeside had tried to explain how Olamide ended up being hurt. She thought she had locked the door after her mum left and she tucked Olamide into bed. Apparently, she drifted off to sleep (or was lost in thought as she claimed) and did not hear when Olamide got out of bed. Olamide was fascinated with going out of the house so he must have tried the door, found it open and slipped out. He must have missed his step somewhere and tumbled down the stairs. The doctors claimed that it was a miracle hat he did not suffer a head injury when he fell down the stairs. Wole wondered if they should reconsider the idea of hiring a live-in-maid or someone to watch over Olamide. The idea was now very appealing to him, though he was not sure how to fund it. He had a brilliant idea…
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