Choosing a new path can give different expectations. Your ambitions are so high and expectations are over estimated, we always tell ourselves the worst will come but we don’t know when, how or in which form and we keep wishing that when the storm hits, let it hit the north first so that you in the south can know and get ready for it. But then the storm decides to hit as a tsunami in all angles sparing no direction.
I was on my phone smiling at the kinky texts Nain kept sending. He has been doing this all morning, I haven’t replied to any but that has not held him back.
“You seem to be in a good mood. Everything moving well with Nain.” Joshua said when he got into my office. I was startled, didn’t expect anyone to come in. He noticed my change in mood and said
“The door was open so I just came in.”
“I have a secretary Joshua.” Was all I said and got on the phone dialing Bettina's desk phone which was on speed dial. In a brisk she was in my office.
“Don’t you have to let me know before anyone gets in here?” I said my mood irritated, not because of her but because of the man who was standing before me.
“Am so sorry Mrs. Reynolds, he said he is Binc’s husband. That’s why I let him in. But it will not happen again.” I nod my head as a que for her to leave and she does. I hate going hard on my employees, they are another kind of family for me because nothing can be achieved alone.
“Have you heard from Binc?” he asked concern registered on his face.
“That’s great coming from a man who asked her for a divorce, do you think she would take it so lightly. You have children for God’s sake, did you even think about them?” I say frustrated by how he can be so calm right now.
He ignored my question and said “I haven’t seen or heard from her in a week now. I have tried all contacts of her family but no one knows a thing about her whereabouts. It’s getting me worried.” My heart skipped about the news. I have been trying to reach her too this entire week but in vain. I thought maybe she needed space not that she was missing or running away.
“Agape keeps crying for her mother and I don’t know what to do?”
“Are you even worried about her or you just want her to come and fulfill the mother role. She is a woman before she is a mother, she is losing a part of her that she has invested in so much, do you even know how much she loves you?” I wanted this man to know clearly what he was losing.
“You don’t understand there is so much to marriage than just love.” He said with a hint of emotion in his voice. I didn’t want to listen to this man anymore or else I may lose my head.
“Get out.” I said giving him a hand gesture to the door.
“Tell her she is a mother now, she should know that she is not just a woman anymore and her emotions should not come before her kids.” He said and moved out. I wanted to retaliate. He seems like a heartless bastard.
I calm myself and dial Binc’s number once again. It goes straight to voice mail. I keep at it like 6 times but still getting nowhere. I dial Jina’s number and she picks up on the second ring.
“Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?” Jina’s voice was loud and cheerful. She is such a strong spirited woman. I cut straight to the chase because my anxiety is growing up on me.
“Jina, have you heard from Binc. Her phone is off and Joshua is from my office, he hasn’t seen her in a week. Am really worried I don’t even know how to start searching for her.” I rant tears forming in my eyes. I feel like I have wronged Binc so much because she has been really a supportive person to me since college and when she was going through her hardest I wasn’t part of it. The thought of it makes me break down; I couldn’t hold back my sobs.
“Tiii, don’t do that darling.” I could hear Jina’s sympathetic voice on the other side of the line. “I had promised not to tell but your crying isn’t helping.” Jina said and I took a depth breath so as to regain my voice back.
“What is it you want to say Jina?” I was getting disinterested because I knew this conversation was never going to be helpful. How could Jina know where Binc is? I was brought out of my thoughts by what Jina said
“Binc came to me about a week ago, she told me about her situation with her husband. She was in a terrible state, crying she looked like she hadn’t slept in a while and her eyes were swollen I guess from the crying.” she paused and sighed.
“ she asked if I could be of help, she said she wanted a solution that she was lost, she was desperate and I didn’t know how to help her at the moment so I told her to take time off and think things through so that she doesn’t make a decision she will regret after.” She continued.
“So what Jina, she took her time off, where is she now?” my anxiety was growing deeper and a hint of anger towards Jina. I know I shouldn’t feel this way because she was trying to help. But maybe it’s all because of jealous. Why did Binc go to Jina and not me?
“I took her to my vacation home, told her to be there for as long as she needs. I thought maybe she called you and informed you that’s why I didn’t say a thing.” I know Jina was sorry but I didn’t feel like chit chatting at the moment. We can save the apologies for later.
“Just tell the address Jina.” I demanded.
“Ok, am going to send it via text, and Tiii am really sorr…” I cut her off and threw my phone on the table. Was I that bad that she got tired of me? I know am not perfect but does she have to be that mean to me, I literally tell her all about me, the good the bad at some point I think she knows me better than I know myself nut when it comes to her everything is a mystery. Binc was not much of a talker about her personal or private life but she would blabber about anything else around her, most people called her a gossip when we were in college and truthfully, it was no lie and her talkative character was like the backing evidence. She never ran out of words, she always had something to say, an opinion on everything be it life, politics, games, people, technology. I always wonder where she gets her information from. She is a know it all person.
My phone vibrated and I picked it up. Jina had texted me the address and another sorry message.
All that was on my mind was my dearest friend Binc, I didn’t know if I should be sad or angry at her but I knew I had to go to her.