The Lecturer Season 1

Episode 30

Comfort’s family ruined the Sunday by insisting i marry their daughter, a demand which didn’t go down well with me.
My father however tried his best to get them listen to us but unfortunately all they wanted was marriage and refused listening to anything contrary to it. We were left with no choice than to head home hours later, extremely angry over the futile journey.

“so what’s your next move?” my dad asked curiously as soon as we got home. I looked at the old man with pity and regret, shrugging slowly.
I truly wasn’t happy about getting him involved in my mess. I wasn’t happy about dragging him to Comfort’s village where he was almost insulted because we refused the proposal the silly people came up with.

“seriously Dad, nothing is in my mind for now, but concerning Comfort. She can now go to hell for all i care. I can never marry her. The best i can do is to take care of her child, nothing more, nothing less” I answered with resignation.

“well i pray things go well for you. Try your best and come home for Christmas and don’t run away from us because of your problems” he advised like a good father.

I returned to my apartment the very next day, to continue with my life. I threw my problems with Comfort to the back of my mind and faced the new week with a new mindset. Of course i knew Comfort was going to come back to beg on behalf of her parents, an opportunity i hoped cashing in on to give her my own conditions.
I needed being in control of the game, i needed being the captain of the whole affair. Her parents behaviour really opened my eyes to a new reality. They taught me that no matter the condition of things, one should still hold up his head high as if he was in control of the situation.

Just like i expected, Comfort showed up at my office, early Tuesday morning. I calmly offered her a chair, she sat down and stared at me with a visibly coloured face.

“i’m sorry about how things went with my parents. They can be annoying sometimes” she muttered nervously.

“that’s their own business, now listen to me. I have decided on how to care for you and your baby and if it isn’t enough for you, then you can go to hell” i said a bit rudely, shocking her with my words.

“i will rent a self contained room in a very plush neighbourhood next year for you, plus fifteen thousand Naira {about a hundred dollars} monthly allowance till you deliver the baby. After delivery, the sex of the child will determine my next plan for you. My offer isn’t open for debate. You either take it or leave it” i said seriously, searching her eyes for the much expected reaction.

I felt my offer was a fair one or isn’t it??.

To be continued.