MINA THE SIDECHICK
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When I arrived home, I intended to go straight to my room to avoid lectures from George’s mum, but she was waiting for me at the door.
“How are you? Have you eaten?” she asked with concern.
“I’m okay, Mama. No need to worry about me.”
“You know you have to eat. It’s not a request; it’s an order. You don’t want to fight for those who have gone and neglect the one still to come, do you?” She looked at me with an intensity that left me in shock.
“Mama, how did you know? I pleaded with the doctor not to tell anyone.”
“I am no child, Mina. So you better go and eat before I call your husband and start telling him,” she threatened.
“No, Mama, I will eat. It’s just…”
“Please go and eat.”
I was shocked this woman knew. I had decided to keep it to myself the day I found out, which was the same day I took Nuella to the hospital. I wanted to see how things would turn out between my husband and me before revealing the truth to him. Luckily for me, I am so glad I didn’t.
After eating, I bid Mama goodnight and retreated to my room. I bathed and was about to sleep but remembered I hadn’t called my lawyer concerning the case against Sandrine.
I took out my phone and was about to call when it suddenly started ringing. It was a strange number, and I considered ignoring it but decided to answer.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Ma’am. This is Officer Spike calling to inform you that you’re expected here tomorrow with your lawyer.”
“Oh, okay. Thank you for the information, Officer Spike.”
“You’re welcome! Hope you’re good though?” He asked with concern.
“Yes, I am fine, Officer. But why do you ask?”
“Just asking. You seem like someone who’s typically going through a lot. Don’t get me wrong, but I saw you crying at Sandrine’s house and heard her say so many things which made me ask God why one person should go through all that,” he said.
“I wish he could answer, you know,” I said, wiping away the moving tears rushing down my cheek.
“Anyways, good night Officer Spike.”
“Good night Miss Mina. If in case you need someone to talk to, I am here,” he offered.
“Okay, thank you!”
I hung up and immediately called my lawyer.
I dialed his number and waited for him to pick up but he didn’t answer. Stephan was like that; he was my secondary school classmate and we also went to the same university. He was one of the best lawyers in town and had never lost a case since joining the law firm.
I didn’t have much money to hire him but even if it meant selling my kidney for this case, I would.
I rang again and this time he picked up.
“Hello Stephan.”
“Hi Mina, how are you?”
“I am great, thank you!”
“I am sorry for being so busy with a case that closed today; I forgot to check on you. How are you faring? I heard what happened.”
“Brother! Trying my best. That’s why I called,” I said, expecting him to decline.
“Okay! Let’s hear it. How can I help?”
“Please, I want you to represent me in court. My husband’s first wife is suspected of having killed my two kids.”
“Oh!” he exclaimed.
“Yes! And I was hoping you could help me out with the court case.”
“Of course, I will Mina. Actually, I am just returning from Douala and will be home in the morning.”
“Oh, that’s bad!”
“Why do you say so?”
“Because they’ve scheduled a meeting tomorrow at 10 am.”
“Okay, but I will be in town by that time. We will go to the station together.”
“Okay! Thank you.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
