She Collapsed, Her 2yrs old Twins Dialled A Random Phone Number, A Billionaire Showed Up With…EPISODE: 5

• Wait, sir, please. What did you say your name was? Cola paused, meeting her gaze. Cola. Cola at a Yummy. For a long second, their eyes held, hers filled with gratitude, his with something deeper he couldn’t yet name, and in that quiet hospital ward, both felt it. Destiny had walked in uninvited. The days after a mockus collapse passed slowly stitched together with hospital visits, whispered prayers, and the restless energy of two toddlers trying to make sense of their new surroundings.
• For a maka, the gratitude of being alive mingled with the fear of what lay ahead. The doctors had warned her gently. You need rest, madam. Stress and poor nutrition triggered the cardiac episode. If you push yourself further, you may not survive the next one. Rest. nutrition. Amaka almost laughed at the words.
• How could a widow struggling daily to feed her children in a one- room apartment find rest? Yet every day since that terrifying night, Kola Admy returned. First she thought it was pity. A rich man touched by the cries of children doing charity. But soon she realized it was more. He came not with cameras or bodyguards, but with quiet persistence.
• A flask of food one day, fresh clothes for the twins another, a soft toy that made Chioma laugh so hard she hiccuped. He would kneel on the hospital floor to play, catch with Chisum using a rubber ball, his laughter echoing through the ward, drawing smiles even from the nurses. When Amaka asked him once, her voice weary, “Why do you keep coming back?” he had simply smiled.
• because they called me and I answered. Maybe I was meant to. One afternoon, while Amaka dozed lightly, she woke to the sound of giggles. She turned her head and froze. There was Cola sitting cross-legged on the floor in his expensive shirt and trousers, letting Chioma braid his tie into messy knots while Chisum climbed onto his lap.
• “Cola, you’ll spoil your clothes.” Amaka exclaimed, half scolding, half surprised. He looked up at her, grinning. They’re only clothes. They’re not as important as smiles. Her heart stuttered at the sincerity in his voice. She quickly looked away, afraid of what her face might reveal. But not everyone understood.
• The nurses whispered when they saw him. Every day that man comes. Do you know who he is? They say he’s a billionaire. What’s he doing with a poor widow like her? A Maka heard them. And though she tried to steal her heart, a quiet warmth bloomed inside her whenever Cola walked in. Still, she reminded herself, “Don’t be deceived.
• Men like him don’t stay. Men like him don’t build homes with women like me.” That night, when he offered to settle the hospital bill, she shook her head stubbornly, “No, I don’t want charity. Can’t repay you.” Cola studied her for a moment, then said softly, “Who said you need to repay me?” Amaka sometimes helping is not charity is purpose.
• The way he said her name made her chest tighten. She looked away unable to respond. Yet despite her resistance, despite her fears, she could not deny one truth. Her children were already attached to him. “Mommy,” Chisum said one evening as he drifted to sleep beside her. “Uncle Cola will come tomorrow.” Amaka hesitated, then whispered, “Yes, my son.
• He will come.” And she knew whether she liked it or not, this man was weaving himself into the fabric of their lives. Destiny was pulling, and she was too tired to fight.