Mina The Side Chick Chapter 2
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👩❤️👨 Mina The Side Chick: ❣️
I felt depressed and pained, as if a thousand nails were piercing my chest. I checked my husband’s contact again and saw nothing except our last conversation, which had been two weeks ago. The messages I sent today were still at one tick. I decided to call him again, but the automated voice kept informing me that the number was not available at the moment.
I wondered what could have made him lie to me. He told me, for God’s sake, that he was going to Uganda for a business trip, only for me to find out that he was, in fact, still in town attending a wedding with a strange woman.
I had been sitting and wondering, disturbed, when suddenly I heard Nuella scream. I rushed in only to find her on the floor, crying. “Oh my God! What happened, Mama?” I asked, lifting her from the floor and placing her on the bed. “Did you fall?” I asked, and she nodded. “Oh no! My poor child. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine, okay? Mama is here for you.” “Mmhmm,” she nodded again. I patted her back until she fell asleep. I examined her temperature and was happy that the drugs had been working.
I left again for my room, took out my phone, and turned it on, only to throw it down in shock when I discovered that I was an hour late to take Emma from school. It was 2:00 PM. I was supposed to have taken him from school at 1:00 PM.
I quickly grabbed my car keys, my purse, and my phone, and rushed out. As I was driving out, my phone rang, but I decided to ignore it. How could I have been so distracted? Oh God! I feel like a useless mom right now. Nuella and Emma, my twin babies of five years old, were both in nursery two, and I loved them so much, more than my life. They were my only companions whenever their father went on his business trips.
I wasn’t the best when it comes to being a mom because things like this often happen. But I tried my best to be there for them and to make sure they never lacked anything.
A few minutes later, I was at their school, but I didn’t find anyone around. I was worried. Why wasn’t he still here? In fact, the gate was closed to the nursery section, and I could only see students from the primary.
“Hello, ma’am, by any chance have you seen a 5-year-old in that section?” I asked a teacher coming from the primary section. ”No, I haven’t. Initially, nursery children are not allowed to enter the primary section. They play a lot and might disturb the lessons,” she replied.
“Okay. But where could he be?” I wondered.
“Have you called…” before she could finish talking, that same number again called me, and I decided to pick up.
“Hello, please, who is this?” I asked, a little agitated and frustrated.
“Hello, please, is this Madam Mina Abong?”
“Yes, please, how can I help you?”
“I am Madam Mable, your son’s teacher. I think you forgot him at school.”
“Yes! Yes! My dear, please, where is he now? I was caught up with something, and by the time I checked my watch, it was already too late.”
“Sorry to hear that, ma’am. I’m actually in front of your house now, ma’am. I’m with him. I have been ringing, but no one answered, so I took your number from the school WhatsApp group and called.”
“That was so kind of you, my dear. Thank you so much. Please, I will be with you in a jiffy.”
I rushed back home, but by the time I arrived, she was not in front of my house like she said. I drove in and spotted my husband’s car and immediately understood he had returned from his so-called Uganda trip.
I parked my car and then rushed in, and there my son was, sitting on the dining table, eating his snacks.
TO BE CONTINUED
