Rachel was discharged from the hospital a week later. The doctor advised her to stay away from sex for the time being because she almost lost the baby again.
By the time it was exactly 2 weeks of her stay at home all day, she was stronger and she decided to take a stroll to her mother's house when Mr. Garba came in.
"Rachel, you look amazing in that dress", he told her.
"Thank you sir, I was just about to go out when you came in", she told him.
"I can see but I came home because of you", he told her and her heart thumped wildly. "I want you to accompany me to somewhere."
"Alright. Is it now? I want to check up on my mother. I haven't since her ever since........"
Mr. Garba interrupted her. "Don't worry you will. I just need a company and it's for your own good."
"Alright, let me go change my dress", she muttered more like a whisper turning to go.
"No no! You are ok this way. Let's go", he said with a smile.
"Let me go take my purse and phone then", she said again.
"Ok, I will be waiting."
Rachel came out few minutes later and they zoomed off.
There was absolute silence as they drove for a while before Mr Garba broke the silence. "Rachel you know you ought to be punished right?"
Rachel was silent. She knew he wouldn't forgive her so easily.
"I ordered you to kidnap and kill that boy but you went behind my back to ask for a ransom from his mother. Whereas you lied to me that you have killed him already. That aside, you also kidnapped Fola."
"I didn't kidnap her. She came all by herself", she defended herself.
"What is the difference? Secondly you lied about the pregnancy."
"I'm not lying. I am really pregnant."
"But the pregnancy is not for my son", he stated as a matter of fact.
"How could you say that sir? My pregnancy is 8 weeks gone now and Olamide and I had sex during that period."
"Do I look stupid to you? I know you are a desperate girl. How could you have sex with father and son? Don't you know it's a taboo? Even though I gave you two the permission to get married, courtesy demands that you turn it down since you did the unforgivable", he almost yelled as he kept on driving.
She was getting on his nerves and she knew it.
"I love your son", she told him hoping it will dissipate his anger.
"Stupid love. My son is not the father of the baby."
"He is."
"I said he is not. Olamide is impotent", he announced unwilling.
Rachel's mouth was agape and Mr. Garba regretted spilling it out.
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The car stopped in front of a mud house and Rachel wondered what they were doing there.
"What are we doing here?", she asked the angry man who only kept mute as they walked towards the house.
They entered the mud house and Mr. Garba smiled at the old man sitting on an old wooden chair.
"Wise one, good afternoon", Mr. Garba greeted prostrating.
Rachel also knelt down to greet him and the old man asked them to sit.
"My son, long time", he said to Mr. Garba.
"Indeed father. Well here I am. I told you I would come visiting soon."
"Yes you did. I am happy you came right on time", the man remarked.
Mr. Garba introduced: "Father, this is Rachel, my son's wife. They got married two weeks ago."
"Really? Rachel welcome to the family", the man exclaimed with a suprise look on his face.
"Thank you sir", Rachel said with confusion.
"Adedayo, after some minutes come see me inside. I want to go and pay homage to the gods on your behalf", he said to Mr. Garba standing up from the chair.
"Ok father", Mr. Garba responded as the old man dissappeared into the other room.
"Is he your father?", Rachel asked Mr. Garba.
"You are stupid for saying that. How can he be my father?"
"You called him father, that's why I asked. What are we doing here by the way?"
"It's concerning your husband's impotency. He promised to help us once he gets married so that at least I can see my grandchildren through you before death comes knocking", Mr. Garba falsely explained.
"Oh", Rachel said and smilled to herself.
Few minutes later, Mr. Garba stood up and went into the little room the old man dissappeared into leaving Rachel all alone in the little sitting room that only contained a black and white tv set, the old wooden chair and four plastic chairs.
"Adedayo, Adedayo, Adedayo, how many times did I call you?" the old man asked when Mr. Garba was fully inside.
"Three times father. What is the problem?", Mr. Garba asked with suprise and fear.
"I told you the gods want someone just like your late wife. The first girl you told me about, Folake or what is that her name is what we need."
"Father, I told you already that it is no longer possible. That girl is battling with her life in the hospital and there is low tendency that she will make it. Let's make use of another alternative please", he pleaded.
"The only alternative is if this particular girl becomes pregnant. Olamide will be 29 by next weekend so she needs to be pregnant before then before we can use her or else our efforts will be fruitless. Since your son can't impregnant a woman, maybe you should have sex with her or look for someone who will impregnant her", the old man explained.
Mr. Garba smiled, "Baba, that is solved already. The girl is pregnant."
"Really?"
"Yes", Mr. Garba responded with pride.
"That's great. If you could remember clearly, 13 years ago when we killed your wife so you can flourish in everything you do, I made it known to you that you must do the same for your son. If your son flourishes, you will also flourish but if it is otherwise, that is impending doom for you both. That was why I asked you for look for a woman just like your wife for your son. But now that the case is different, the gods instructed us to get two people and since you have chosen this girl to be your sacrifical lamb, the condition is that she must be pregnant before we can use her. The pregnancy will supply the girl with whatever she is lacking spiritually and it will become a success. Once the girl dies, your generations to come will never know and taste poverty. But mind you, your son's impotency is gone forever since we can't get the first girl."
"Okay baba, how do we go about it now?", Mr. Garba inquired with confidence.
"Take this to her", the old man instructed giving him a small calabash containing a white liquid substance.
"Tell her to drink it. After drinking it, she will fall asleep. You will go home and leave her here with me."
"Is that all?", Mr. Garba asked taking the calabash from him.
"That is all. The baby will die first before the mother so maybe within 2-3 days, we will be done."
"Eshe baba (thank you). Let me quickly go and give her this", Mr. Garba said moving towards the exit. He got to the sitting room to meet the absence of Rachel.
Then reality dawned on him.
Rachel had eavesdropped on their conversation and escaped.
"No", he screamed as the calabash fell from his hand.