The rhythmic tapping of fingers on the laptop keyboard sounded softly in the office. Abiola sat behind his desk, eyes locked on the screen in front of him, but his focus had long since drifted.
Suddenly, he stopped typing, leaned back in his chair, and placed a weary hand on his head.
The silence in the room was thick, pressing in from all sides. The burdens at home weighed heavily on his mind. All he had ever wanted was a peaceful and happy family, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world. Yet, that dream felt increasingly distant.
Just then, the door opened, and his long-time friend and business partner, Clinton, strolled in. Without waiting for an invitation, Clinton pulled out the visitor's chair across from the desk and sat down with a playful grin.
"Guy," Clinton said, eyeing Abiola's drained expression,
"you dey see your period?"
Abiola burst into laughter, caught off guard by the absurdity.
"You this guy ehn…," he said between chuckles.
"Na so you go just amuse even the saddest person on earth. Which kind talk be that? How man go dey wear sanitary pad?"
Both men laughed heartily for a moment, the tension in the room briefly dissolving into warm and lightheartedness.
Clinton leaned forward, eyes narrowing in mock seriousness.
"But really sha, you suppose dey work now. And I fit bet say na family matter dey hold you down again."
Abiola sighed, nodding slowly.
"You're right. Na family issue again."
Clinton scoffed.
"And that's why I'll keep saying it, this marriage thing no be for me. I'll just do a baby mama arrangement. Let them bear the pikin and go their way."
Abiola shook his head. "I don't agree with you, Clinton. That's not the way a man should build a legacy."
"Then enjoy the 'legacy' that's turning you into a philosopher when you should be working and making money for the same family, stressing your life."
Clinton hissed dramatically, then added more softly,
"What's the real issue this time? I hope it's not getting worse."
Though they had the same interest in almost everything, their choice of women and marriage beliefs differed. Clinton and Abiola were more than business partners; they were brothers in every way that mattered.
They confided in each other about everything from financial deals to deeply personal matters.
Abiola hesitated before speaking, then sighed heavily.
"My wife still hasn't conceived," he said. "We've confirmed the problem is from her side."
Clinton nodded slowly. "Does your mom know?"
Abiola rubbed his temples.
"No. If she finds out the fault is from my wife, she'll make life unbearable for her. I can't tell her. She already suspects, but right now, she shouldn't know the details."
Clinton leaned back in his chair, thoughtful.
"You know, my guy just returned from the U.S, he's in the medical field. Not a gynecologist, but well-connected. I can ask him to refer you to a good specialist and help schedule an appointment. No harm in getting a second opinion."
Abiola offered a tired smile.
"Thanks, Clinton. But we've already seen one of the best doctors in town. The medical report says she has PCOS… polycystic ovarian syndrome. She's on medication now. I'm hoping for the best."
Clinton nodded.
"I feel you, bro. But still, it won't hurt to see this other doctor. Sometimes it's just one small thing that makes the difference."
Abiola's gaze dropped to the desk, his voice quieter now.
"It's not just the medical part. You know how much I love children. And you also remember the real reason we had our wedding quickly."
Clinton's expression sobered.
"Yeah. She got pregnant… and then lost the baby, just a month after the wedding."
Abiola closed his eyes for a moment, the memory still raw.
"That loss broke something in both of us. We thought getting closer as the day goes would start the healing… but instead, we've just been trying to survive, especially with my mom's serious disturbance."
Clinton stood up and walked over to his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"You're not alone, Abiola. Don't let this pressure crush you. I'll call my guy today, and we'll get things moving. Your wife is on medication, and that's already something. And bro, it's just one year of marriage. Don't let anyone rush you into panic mode."
Abiola nodded slowly.
"I appreciate you, Clinton. Truly."
Clinton smiled.
"That's what brothers are for."
As they sat in silence for a moment, the tension in Abiola's shoulders eased just a bit.
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Thanks for reading, do you think purple really had PCOS and would agree to meet the new doctor from the states?...
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