Chapter 3: Fifty Million or True Love?

Seyi never tell me about im family. When we dey together, na only love matter. We dey act like two normal students. The gifts wey he dey buy for me na from im prize money. He no want make I work part-time, and me self no plan am. My family no reach im own, but e still dey okay.

The kind love wey no dey calculate. Sometimes, I dey feel say na only me and Seyi dey exist for campus. We dey run our own world.

He dey always busy, even dey busier. Lecturers and mentors dey call am everyday about project. For the story, he don dey run one of im family business already. He dey always say na for our future he dey work, so im Morayo fit dey fine, dey live like madam. But I no send—I just want make he dey with me.

Sometimes, when I see am dey stress, I go just buy small gala and La Casera, use am cheer am up. He go smile, hold me, call me "Morayo my happiness." The thing dey sweet me, but for mind, I dey count days.

Time no too remain for us.

Like dry season for Naija, e dey run fast. E be like say the more I dey happy, the nearer the end dey come.

For our small love house, he go come back tired, still cook for me. As person wey get 8 a.m. class, I still dey sleep when Young Master Seyi don already make breakfast. Sometimes, I go try cook before he come house. The food no bad, but e no reach im own. He go still chop extra, dey praise me say I pass am, but go remind me make I leave am next time.

E go laugh, say, "Morayo, na only you fit cook jollof with coconut milk wey person go still chop." I go blush, dey pretend say I no hear compliment.

He dey work late often, dey use coffee stay awake. Me wey dey play, I throw away all im coffee, replace am with Bournvita for children. I go dey beg am make I sit for im lap, hold am, dey watch am work as he dey drink milk.

The thing dey always make me feel like small pikin wey dey find attention. But Seyi go just look me, carry me enter im chest, dey stroke my back. E dey always call me "my baby," even though na him big pass me.

He go say, "Morayo dey care for me. I happy die."

I go laugh. He too dey mumu. I go lean for im chest, dey cry small.

The tears dey always surprise me. Sometimes, I no even sabi why I dey cry. Na like say my body dey mourn wetin I no fit keep.

He go panic, drop laptop, hug me, dey ask if I dey vex say he never get time for me. I go shake head, then next second nod, my mind dey scatter.

The thing weak am, but he go still pet me, dey beg. I go just dey smile through tears. Love na cruise.

Two months remain.

In two months, im mama go find me, bring cheque, beg me make I leave am. Once I touch that cheque, our love go disappear, I go turn that bad, money-hungry 'black moonlight' wey dump Seyi for money—just like for the original novel.

E dey pain me, but I gats prepare my heart. The day go come, and I gats play my part.

Truth be say, Seyi, I no want that fifty million. I no be gold digger, but the system talk say whether I collect am or not, the ending don already set. I just be puppet wey get sense inside written story.

I dey reason am like Yoruba movie prophecy—whether you dodge or not, the wahala go still find you reach.

Even if fire dey front, whether I dodge am or not, I go still burn finish.

No way to dodge destiny when story don write am for your head.

But if I follow the script, my parents no go end bad like before, and I fit survive.

E better make I bear the pain alone, than make my family suffer because of my stubbornness.

Survive, then watch you dey pamper another woman wey resemble me, just like you pamper me before. You go cook for her, kiss her for morning, hug and pet her, maybe even marry and born pikin.

I dey picture Seyi with another woman, dey play for kitchen, dey laugh. The thing dey bite me, but na so the world be sometimes.

That time, I go dey hide for dark, where you no fit see me, dey spy you like thief, dey watch you fall in love, dey jealous and dey pain till I craze.

I fit imagine myself dey peep Facebook, dey check pictures, dey stalk the new woman. The pain dey cut like razor, but I dey form strong.

But no worry, this time I get sense. I no go spoil your love again.

If na my destiny to lay brick for your own happiness, make I lay am, wipe my hand, waka go.