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    I thought her father is dead then who is the HE?

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    I think the ‘HE’ is her father

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    Tobi Y Dont U Just Tell Her How U Feel About Abena,

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    What transport?

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    episode 30
    A young woman walked into the office just
    as Abena was about to speak.
    “Miss. Omotosho, this is Miss. Joy, she
    would be the care taker of Demi while he’s
    in India.”
    Abena stood up to shake Joy. “Pleased to
    meet you. Please take care of him.”
    “I would. It’s my job.” Miss. Joy replied.
    “Can I see him?” Abena asked looking at the
    doctor.
    “Of course. Right this way.” Dr. Karo said
    and stood up, leaving the office with Abena
    and Miss. Joy trailing after him
    Abena entered the hospital room, and
    although she had been there a thousand
    times, she still felt the same way.
    Sad.
    Depressed.
    Nostalgic, and not the good type.
    She walked beside the bed and stared at
    the innocent face of a two year old.
    “Demi.” She started talking, fighting the
    tears that threatened to fall.
    “You’re going to go to India, and get
    surgery, and you’ll be much better after. And
    when you come back, it would be just us.
    The two of us, we’ll start over. Our little
    family. I’m sorry I can’t come, I have to
    keep working,” she wiped the hot tears on
    her cheek with the back of her palm. “I’ll
    keep working for us, so I can keep on
    sending enough money for your surgery.”
    Demi’s eyes fluttered open and he gave
    Abena a weary smile. She choked in tears
    and gave him a hug, trying to avoid the
    tubes that were attached to him, the tubes
    that were keeping him alive.
    “Miss. Joy would take good care of you, and
    I’ll call everyday, to make sure you’re okay.”
    She said once she pulled away.
    Miss. Joy gave him a friendly wave, grinning
    at him, and he smiled back.
    After sorting out all the documents, Abena
    said goodbye to Demi again, trying to be
    strong for the both of them, and then she
    left the hospital.
    Doctor Karo had stared at her pregnant
    belly, and then at her index finger, but she
    pretended not to notice.

    “I’m back!” Abena shouted as she walked
    into the house and straight into the kitchen
    looking for a snack.
    “Don’t make noise in my house.” She heard
    Tobi say sharply.
    “What’s the matter with you?” She asked
    with her mouth full, poking him on his
    shoulder. He was sitting on a couch, with
    his laptop right in front of him.
    “Don’t talk to me except when necessary.
    Don’t break my rules Abena.” He warned
    and she rolled her eyes.
    “I thought we were past that.” She asked
    sitting down beside him. “And why are you
    working? It’s Saturday.”
    “Well some of us have actual jobs.” He
    snapped and she glared at him.
    “If you’re so cranky, because you didn’t get
    your favorite lingerie, you don’t have to take
    it out on me!” She said, raising her voice a
    little before storming up the stairs.
    She came back after a minute and grabbed
    the whole bunch of bananas before
    storming up the stairs again.
    What was up with him and his mood swings
    anyway? Acting like it was his time of the
    month!

    Tobi watched Abena leave and fought the
    urge to go after her, she was messing with
    his head, and he needed her as far away as
    possible.
    He knew it was impossible to keep her
    away, but after seeing her bank statement,
    he didnt know how to react.
    But then he realised, why does he care
    anyway?

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    episode. 31
    It was none of his business. She was here
    for his baby, and nothing else.

    Abena danced in the kitchen as she stirred
    the sauce that was cooking. Tobi walked in,
    wearing sweatpants and a white shirt.
    “What are you doing?” He asked with a
    surprised look.
    “Cooking. I was hungry.” She smiled him.
    He opened his mouth to say something but
    she stopped him by shoving a chopping
    board in his hands. He gave her a quizzical
    look.
    “Since you’re here, I hate chopping onions.
    So since you’re going to eat the food, you
    should participate in cooking it.” She smiled
    broadly.
    “And you think I would chop onions for you?”
    He asked, fighting the smile that threatened
    to appear on his lips.
    “Well yes. I can’t cry. It’s bad for the baby,
    remember?” She handed him the knife.
    “You won’t be crying because you’re sad,
    you’ll be crying because of the onions.” He
    pointed out.
    “And onions make me sad.” She handed him
    a bowl of onions. “Get chopping. I don’t
    want to eat late tonight.”
    He smiled and obeyed her order, and she
    looked away from him, trying not to check
    him out. He looked really good in everything
    he wore, and the fact that he was chopping
    onions made him look hot.
    It was getting domestic.
    “Oh my God, Tobi! Are you crying?” She
    joked when she saw tears on his cheek.
    “Shut up Abena.” He laughed and wiped the
    tears.
    “You have nice eyes. And eyelashes.” She
    blurted out and looked away immediately,
    totally embarrassed.
    He burst out laughing and came closer to
    her, and she scooted away, trying to get
    away from him.
    “You think I have nice eyes?” He asked
    again.
    “Thats not what I said. Stop coming too
    close to me, you’re holding an onion.” She
    warned.
    “Then what did you say?” He asked, trapping
    her in a corner
    “I said, ‘look at the nice skies, and rainbow
    dashes’.” She blurted out again and gave
    her face a palm slap.
    “What is wrong with me?” She muttered
    while he laughed, clutching his stomach.
    “No food for you, for embarrassing me.” She
    pointed a finger at him and walked back to
    the sink to wash the rice.
    “Aw, I’m sorry, don’t be angry, my baby
    mama.” He teased, standing behind her and
    snaking his arms around her waist.
    “Don’t call me that!” She snapped and pulled
    away from him.
    “Abena. Chill, it was joke.” He said, his
    smile disappearing.
    “I’m not your baby mama. And stop touching
    me dammit! I’m not one of those girls that
    get pregnant for celebrities and s--k all the
    money out of them!” She hissed.
    “Well you’re here, pregnant for me, and
    getting paid for it.” He spat back, arms
    folded against his chest, and a scowl on his
    face.
    The next thing he felt was her palm against
    his cheek.
    “You’re a terrible person!” She screamed
    before walking up the stairs, sobbing loudly.
    He touched his cheek and sighed. The slap
    hurt, but not as much as his words.

    “Abena. Abena open up please. I made your
    Jollof rice, and chicken, and I even got fresh
    bananas.”

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    episode. 31
    It was none of his business. She was here
    for his baby, and nothing else.

    Abena danced in the kitchen as she stirred
    the sauce that was cooking. Tobi walked in,
    wearing sweatpants and a white shirt.
    “What are you doing?” He asked with a
    surprised look.
    “Cooking. I was hungry.” She smiled him.
    He opened his mouth to say something but
    she stopped him by shoving a chopping
    board in his hands. He gave her a quizzical
    look.
    “Since you’re here, I hate chopping onions.
    So since you’re going to eat the food, you
    should participate in cooking it.” She smiled
    broadly.
    “And you think I would chop onions for you?”
    He asked, fighting the smile that threatened
    to appear on his lips.
    “Well yes. I can’t cry. It’s bad for the baby,
    remember?” She handed him the knife.
    “You won’t be crying because you’re sad,
    you’ll be crying because of the onions.” He
    pointed out.
    “And onions make me sad.” She handed him
    a bowl of onions. “Get chopping. I don’t
    want to eat late tonight.”
    He smiled and obeyed her order, and she
    looked away from him, trying not to check
    him out. He looked really good in everything
    he wore, and the fact that he was chopping
    onions made him look hot.
    It was getting domestic.
    “Oh my God, Tobi! Are you crying?” She
    joked when she saw tears on his cheek.
    “Shut up Abena.” He laughed and wiped the
    tears.
    “You have nice eyes. And eyelashes.” She
    blurted out and looked away immediately,
    totally embarrassed.
    He burst out laughing and came closer to
    her, and she scooted away, trying to get
    away from him.
    “You think I have nice eyes?” He asked
    again.
    “Thats not what I said. Stop coming too
    close to me, you’re holding an onion.” She
    warned.
    “Then what did you say?” He asked, trapping
    her in a corner
    “I said, ‘look at the nice skies, and rainbow
    dashes’.” She blurted out again and gave
    her face a palm slap.
    “What is wrong with me?” She muttered
    while he laughed, clutching his stomach.
    “No food for you, for embarrassing me.” She
    pointed a finger at him and walked back to
    the sink to wash the rice.
    “Aw, I’m sorry, don’t be angry, my baby
    mama.” He teased, standing behind her and
    snaking his arms around her waist.
    “Don’t call me that!” She snapped and pulled
    away from him.
    “Abena. Chill, it was joke.” He said, his
    smile disappearing.
    “I’m not your baby mama. And stop touching
    me dammit! I’m not one of those girls that
    get pregnant for celebrities and s--k all the
    money out of them!” She hissed.
    “Well you’re here, pregnant for me, and
    getting paid for it.” He spat back, arms
    folded against his chest, and a scowl on his
    face.
    The next thing he felt was her palm against
    his cheek.
    “You’re a terrible person!” She screamed
    before walking up the stairs, sobbing loudly.
    He touched his cheek and sighed. The slap
    hurt, but not as much as his words.

    “Abena. Abena open up please. I made your
    Jollof rice, and chicken, and I even got fresh
    bananas.”

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