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07/07/2025

ASHAWO MASTER πŸ‘‰πŸ‘Œ
CHAPTER 18

Verona got to her room and took her bath, then brushed up. Without even hesitating she walked out when the gateman was about to wash her car,

"Madam, you are going out,"

"Yes,"

"But you told me earlier you will be going out in the afternoon instead, why such a rush. I am still starting to wash your car,"

"Don't mind, I will be back soon."

She drove out of the gate, and a few minutes later, she was cruising slowly along the street. Then she saw another hoodlum and stopped, pulling down her window she honked and drew his attention. The rogue rushed up to her as she waved at him, to come over.

He quickly jogged to her and she asked, "I de find Jambo,"

"E dey for usual spot de play Jambo,"

"Can you call Jambo for me,"

"Anything for the boys madam,"

"Get Jambo for me first, and there will be something for the boy,"

"Wait here, let me come. I de rush now now so, Jambo go dey here very soon."

So she stood there and in about five minutes the guy came along with Jambo. She took out a banknote and gave it to the messenger. Then Jambo begged,

"Where my own money madam,"

"Hop in, we get plenty talk."

Then Jambo got into the front seat, "This your car fine oo, na america I dey inside,"

"Jambo do you know Jaila,"

"Jaila,"

"My house girl,"

"Yes, she used to pass here,"

"You like her,"

"Na fine girl,"

"Is she your girlfriend,"

"No madam, she is not my girl friend,"

"Chill, she is pregnant and said you are her boyfriend. I will not lock you up, but if you deny, what I want you to do for me, I will involve the police that you have been sexually harassing my Housemaid,"

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ASHAWO MASTER πŸ‘‰πŸ‘ŒCHAPTER 17Verona had a sleepless night because she was worried on how a common maid overshadowed her and...
07/06/2025

ASHAWO MASTER πŸ‘‰πŸ‘Œ
CHAPTER 17

Verona had a sleepless night because she was worried on how a common maid overshadowed her and drew all her husband's attention. She couldn't even have an idea what was going on in her man's mind because she didn't know he was doing everything to protect the blood of his blood, the hope for his future. Any childless man, discovering the shrewd he married just after a few years would be wise enough to make sure he kept the secret that he was responsible for the pregnancy of the maid.

Quite irrational for her to wake up in the morning still frowning at everyone in the house even her husband, waiting for him to leave for work so she could dig to the roots of her pregnancy. She was restless, as if he was wasting time to go for work but it was still the same hour he always stepped out every morning. She had always wanted him to stay for a little while but it was the contrary.

He had his breakfast with so much zeal and the wife wondered,

"Darling, ever since this our childlessness issue, I have not seen you so vigorous on the dining table,"

"You know, some things are better ignored for better ones to come forth,"

"You sound like you got a better idea,"

"I already gave you our best option,"

"Which is?" she was so curious as the husband got up from the table and grabbed his suitcase, he said calmly,

"Adopt the kids of our Housemaid."

Then she walked out of her sight without uttering any word again; then she groaned like an angry tigress,

"grrrr!" hitting the table.

As the master drove out, she scurried to the Housemaid and confronted her.

"Can you now tell me who is responsible for your pregnancy,"

"I cannot tell you mam,"

"Hmm!" she sighed and went on, "Don't try my patience, my endurance has over waited and I am about to explode like a bomb. If you don't; some lives will be lost in this house,"

"I cannot."

Then she grabbed her neck and began to strangle her furiously. The maid raised her hand as she was being choked and when she was released she coughed and breath helplessly.

"I will tell you mam,"

"Start talking,"

"It was not my fault madam. He entered my room drunk and molested me. It was a mistake,"

"Who entered your room,"

"My boyfriend,"

"Who is your boyfriend?"

"His name is Fanla,"

"That's very good, where can I find him?"

"He is always on the street facing our house, he is popularly known as; Jambo,"

"Jambo," she exclaimed and seemed to know who the hoodlum was, "You mean Jambo, the guy who's always asking me, 'anything for the boys'"

"Yes madam,"

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ASHAWO MASTER πŸ‘‰πŸ‘Œ
CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Verona was filled with rage and jealousy, "Why is my husband treating that common maid with so much preference. He now goes out, comes back with a packet for her. Ignoring that I exist. Let me not conclude! I will find out if it's something for her or just house utensils like soap that he brought home and secretly took to her room."

When her husband was resting, she dashed out quickly and bumped into the maid's room unannounced,

"Good afternoon madam," she was shocked to see her madam pushed her door and dashed into her room unexpectedly,

"What is good about this afternoon?"

Then she went straight to the point,

"I saw my husband entering your room with a plastic bag. What did he get for you? Can I see it?"

"Fruits madam, the doctor said fruits are good for a pregnant woman,"

"And you are not even ashamed. Was he there when you were moaning under a useless young man who put you in this condition? Let me have it."

She seized the bag from her hand and was outrageous when she found oranges, watermelon and bananas inside, with some packets of chocolate cubes. Her face became red like the face of a baboon.

"This is not happening. Did you enchant my husband. This your juju will not work."

She dropped the bag on the floor right from her hand and the items poured in the floor. While the oranges and water melon were rolling on the floor, Jaila was struggling to pick them, Verona gazed at her with wrath and went straight to confront her husband.

"Why do you treat me spitefully? Our housemaid is now the person you prefer, is it because she is pregnant and I cannot."

"I am just doing what a good man should do. She needs those things more than you now,"

"Are you trying to use her to get back at me."

"No!" he claimed and suggested, "I was just thinking we could adopt her kids instead of adopting someone's children we don't know."

"Do you now want to employ her to bear kids for us from another man or what do you mean by her kids?"

"She is pregnant with twins."

"What!" she was dumbfounded and spoke within herself, "I am here doing everything to become pregnant and a common maid who cannot barely feed herself is pregnant with twins."

While she was still worried and lost in her thoughts, her husband repeatedly queried, "What do you have to say?"

But she was still daydreaming and he yelled, "Verona!"

"ummm!" she got up from her slumber, "Did you say something?"

"Stop pretending, you didn't get what I said,"

"What did you say?"

"I will prefer, we adopt the kids from our Housemaid,"

"What is it about our Housemaid that our lives suddenly revolves around her,"

"It is simple," he drew her attention, "We have what she needs and she has what we need."

"So without Jaila we cannot adopt kids again."

"You will go to the orphanage and adopt a child you don't know who the parents are or the kind of gene he or she carries in her blood stream. What if someone comes to claim them later."

"What if the guy who impregnated Jaila also comes to claim them in the future,"

"Verona, we will have to sign that the children are ours and she gave them to us willingly. We are rich but childless and she is a fruitful pauper but..."

"No, I can still bear my own children,"

"Then prove me wrong."

And his wife couldn't even understood that he was already doing everything to integrate his biological children into his family. It was the reason he was indirectly protecting Jaila.

"Don't you think we also need to know who is responsible for her pregnancy?"

"It's just some kind of useless random guy."

Her husband responded and walked out and she muttered to herself,

"I must find out who is responsible for her pregnancy and stop this madness on my husband's head."

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I asked my husband to give me some money to make my hair but he told me he didn't have much on him, so he gave me just #2,500. I was so Γ‘ngry with him. We have been married for a year and each time I asked him for money, he would always give me an amount that would not be sufficient for what I needed it for.

I had not gotten a job since I relocated to his place after the wedding, so I wasn't financially buoyant. I only lived on the stipends my husband gave me monthly which wasn't even enough to cater for my personal needs. As at that time, I was already six months pregnant.

"What will I do with #2,500? I told you I want to braid my hair. The attachment alone is 6k. My hairdresser will collect at least 4,500 to make the hair. What will I do with this money?" I asked angrily.

"Babe, you should understand how much I'm struggling to take care of expenses in this house. The money I spent on our wedding ceremony has really affected me because I exhausted all my savings. The fact that I'm still able to put down money in this house is because of the soft loan I get from work every month. I've told you about this before. Please, bear with me. It's just a season in time. We will soon get over it." My husband pleaded.

"Bear with me! Bear with me! This is what you say all the time! What kind of hair will I make with 2,500?" I hissed angrily and walked out of the house.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon. I went straight to my hairdresser's shop but unfortunately, she was not around. Her shop was locked. I was disappointed.

"Where on earth did this one go to on a weekend like this?" I wondered.

I didn't want to go back home without making my hair, so I decided to try the other hairdresser who was on the third street to my house. I have never made my hair there but I once heard my neighbour mention that she was good at making nice styles... I just wanted to avoid going back home to my husband because I was still very Γ₯ngry with him.

I got to the salon and thankfully, only one customer was on seat. She was almost done making her hair. I greeted the hairdresser and she offered me a seat.

"Mama Ibeji (a name pregnant women are usually called), will you like to have some water? The sun is hot." The hairdresser offered.

"No... I'm fine, thank you." I declined politely.

The lady making her hair came with a friend. They both continued gisting as the hairdresser continued with the lady's hair.

Few minutes later, I heard the lady who came with her friend say,

"Hey, Salome, see the guy I've been talking about. He's the one driving that car."

The lady making her hair quickly turned her neck to peep through the door and I followed her gaze to see the person being talked about. I was surprised to see my husband, driving slowly past the shop. He slowed down the vehicle as he approached the bump that was across the road.

"That is the guy..." The lady continued. "There is nothing I have not done to attract his attention but he would not even give me a second of his time. Every evening, he visits his friend's shop and they would gist till he would later go home. Since the day I met him there, I've been coming to that man's shop every evening just to make friends with this guy but he never gave me the attention I desire. He would just greet me and carry his face. His friend told me he's married and I'm like, so what? Does that mean he shouldn't make friends with other ladies? Sincerely, I envy his wife. His attitude made me believe that there are still married men who are still faithful to their wives." The lady concluded.

I was shocked... Shocked was an understatement. The guy being talked about was my husband. My lawfully wedded husband! I blinked my eyes severally... I continued to listen to their conversation. The other lady making her hair replied,

"I think his wife gives him peace of mind at home. That is one thing that could make the man so focused on his wife... I mean, what other reason would have made him ignore a beautiful lady like you?"

"I agree with you." The hairdresser spoke for the first time since the conversation started.

None of these ladies knew that the man who just drove past was my husband. I couldn't speak. I watched them argue about whether his wife gives him good s3x, good food or peace of mind at home... They were arguing about me and they didn't know!

I questioned myself if truly I gave my husband any of these three things and if I would be sincere with myself, I wouldn't score up to 50% in each because I knew I could nag! If there's an award for nagging, I should get one. I don't make nice delicacies for my husband either and talking about our s3xual life, it has been epileptic since I got pregnant.

"There are still faithful men, sincerely." The hairdresser's voice cut into my thoughts.

"I wish that guy is mine!" The other lady who wasn't making her hair exhaled.

"God forbid!" I said spontaneously.

They all turned their eyes to my direction.

"What's that?" The lady asked.

"Oh no... I just got a message from someone. I didn't know I was so loud." I lΒ‘ed.

I was sweating where I sat. Before I got to the hairdresser's shop, my husband had called me twice but I refused to pick up because I was still Γ₯ngry. I picked my phone instantly and dialled his number,

"Babe, I did not see you at your usual salon. Where are you making your hair? I've been calling you, but you didn't pick up." My husband asked as soon as he picked my call.

I gave him the description of the salon where I was.

"Okay. I'm coming there right away." He replied.

In less than three minutes, my husband arrived. He parked his car and entered the salon. The lady who was crushing on my husband was excited to see him.

"The guy is coming here!" She whispered excitedly.

I watched as she set her seductive eyes on my husband. As he opened the transparent glass door, I walked up to him and he gave me a hug. The ladies were shocked, likewise the hairdresser. They could not look at me in the eye. The fumbled with their phones as my husband planted a kiss on my forehead.

There was a perfect silence as my husband and I chatted on.

Soon, the lady got through with her hair and they left the salon shamefully... My husband was the only one that didn't know what was happening.

"Madam, which hairstyle are you making?" The hairdresser asked me, trying to use a fake smile to cover up what just happened.

"I'm okay with a simple cornrows style, please." I replied.

In less than an hour, I was done. I paid the hairdresser and I asked my husband to take me to the neighbourhood market. I added some money to the balance from the money my husband gave me for the hair and I got some pepper soup ingredients with goat meat.

We went back home and I made a nice delicacy for my husband who was surprised at my sudden change of action. He had earlier come to the salon to keep my company and appease my Γ₯nger. He was marvelled to see me loving up on him and making him some pepper soup.

In the night, I gave him the best bedroom treat he hadn't accessed from me in a long time. He was so happy that he bought me a fashionable bag and a pair of shoes the following day.

"Where did you get the money to buy these?" I asked him happily.

"I don't mind taking more soft loans at work to make you happy. Last night was a memorable one!" He smiled brightly as I tried the shoes on.

Since that day, I never took my husband for granted again. I stopped nagging around the house and I was contented with whatever amount he gave me to cook or do other things.

I don learn my lesson, biko. The husband I felt was not doing enough was another person's prayer point.

He is the perfect man I ever wanted from God. He is my imperfect perfection.

I hope you learnt something from my story. Value what you have, some don't have it!

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ASHAWO MASTER πŸ‘‰πŸ‘Œ
CHAPTER 14

While Jaila the Housemaid was worried about the paternity of the fruits of her womb, she felt relief because her boss never told his wife. But Mr. Beri on his side was disturbed and kept wondering,

"I cannot trust my Housemaid, despite the fact that she has been living with us for a long time. She might just be using it to father her children. I trusted my wife and see where we are today. But Jaila is my last hope of having children let me just wait again for about four or five months and the truth shall prevail."

He kept taking care of his housemaid like his secret wife though he never slept with her but felt a certain chemistry, affection and comfort when he was around her and just had to control himself.

So afterall his wife began to notice that the worries of childlessness that took the joy of her husband's face was temporarily gone. She could be seen a little disturbed and wondering,

"It's strange, my husband has been so calm these days. Hope he is not seeing another woman. I have to do everything to become pregnant for him; if another woman becomes pregnant for him, his affection and love Will be diverted to another woman's children and sure no matter how much he pretends, his love will be diverted to their mother. The only reason he can be so calm is if he is seeing another woman."

Verona never knew he was becoming a father soon, even if at the end he was going to find out that the children he thought were his, belonged to an irresponsible rogue. She had been a sly, for five years married to him and silently prying on him was the only thing left for her to do.

"Honey, why have you been avoiding making love to me frequently ever since we had a misunderstanding about my childlessness,"

"You know a man, no matter how rich and famous he is, if he has no kids, he is just like every other thing he has that will pass away when he is gone,"

"But why do you say that," Verono felt very uncomfortable listening to his utterance, so he declared to her,

"What is the use of all these things, when there is no one who comes from our loins, the blood of our blood and flesh of our flesh to make us of it and keep the legacy growing,"

"Our love will last honey, our deeds will speak for us when we are gone. Remember my music will live even when I am gone,"

"Has this always been just about you?"

"It's about us, but tell me, do you still find me attractive or there is a woman somewhere you think most often about,"

"I was thinking of the fact that what if our parents, spent their time making money and a name for themselves, where will we be. So you better start thinking in that direction."

"I don't think those thoughts are righteous,"

"Where was your righteousness when you kept your womb locked for years?"

"Please honey forgive me,"

"I have forgiven you, but I will never forgive myself if I leave this world without having my own kids, what will I tell my ancestors when I join them in the afterlife,"

"Why do you speak so comfortably of death like that?" the wife was scared of his very words he uttered and he quoted,

"What is the use of living a thousand years, where we cannot be proud of giving birth and see the fruits of our love breath the very good air we left."

"Instead of arguing Cheri, let's go inside and have a tender moment; you know the doctor said we should keep on trying,"

"For how long have we been trying?"

"As long as God exists, what about faith honey,"

"Faith," he blurted and asked, "Did I just hear you say faith, where is faith without actions, stop fooling yourself Verona, there is no need to flog a death horse,"

"Are you calling me a death horse, you calling me barren right?"

"I am the death horse not you," the wife was shocked, and curious,

"What do you mean by that?"

"I no longer have deep feelings for you,"

"You no longer love me right,"
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ASHAWO MASTER πŸ‘‰πŸ‘Œ
CHAPTER 13

"Please if I tell you this, promise me, you will not tell your wife?"

"What is it you don't want me to tell my wife,"

"I won't have opened up to you sir, but I know you're having serious issues with your wife now. What I am going to tell you, is going to fix your marriage or break it."

"You are making me worried, go straight to the point."

The Housemaid, gazed at her master and reminded him, "Do you still remember that day you accidentally slept in my room because you were drunk,"

"Of course, I remember,"

"I lied to you,"

The master was confused, "Lied about what?"

"That nothing did not happen between me and my boyfriend that same period you slept with me,"

"Why did you deny it and why are you telling me this now,"

"I am sure it's not anyone who is responsible for my pregnancy but you sir, for months now. I know and feel you are responsible for my pregnancy,"

"Are you serious?"

"Very serious sir,"

"Do you mean I made the best mistake of my life or worse one. Oh my God, come here."

He grabbed and hugged her.

"Do you know what this means to me if it turns out to be true,"

"I know sir. There are many ways of proving it."

"And the doctor x-rayed my womb and said, I am pregnant with twins."

Mr. Beri stood there speechless and said nothing. Then after the moment he ruminated and instructed her,

"Don't tell my wife about this, I don't want her to harm you or my unborn children. Will you accept to go for a DNA test after giving birth," the master so wished he was responsible for it. Imagine a married man glad that his Housemaid is bearing his children, then you understand how desperate he needs them.

"No issue sir."

Then he walked into the room while the housemaid had a second thought.

"I just opened to him, he is not the only one who slept with me that same week. Fanla slept with me the day before. I was so excited over my master that I forgot Fanla had his way to my room as usual too. He even stole the duplicate of my key but now that I have the master's attention I will kick Fanla away. I will ask my master to change my keys and the locks. I just wish he should be the one responsible for my pregnancy not that drug addict. But if at the end it's found out that Mr. Beri is not actually responsible for my pregnancy, he would have paid my bills and I will try to save some money. So that the moment the doctor tenders a report against my favor I will run away."

The Housemaid was worried because she was doubtful if her suspicion could not be right. She could absolutely believe it was Mr. Beri just because she wished and prayed he should be the one. The moment he spoke of the DNA test she remembered she was just trying to help him out of his childlessness that was making him almost run mad. She could just be having the conviction but it didn't cancel the fact that fifty percent of the chances that Fanla's semen was the guy who united with her egg to form the life in her womb. But obviously, he was ugly and very dark, looking cranky and black like his lips painted by ci******es.

While Mr. Beri was handsome, fair in complexion and good looking. That kind of man every woman will like her child to look like him.

"Immediately I will see the child out of my womb I will know who the father is. I pray it doesn't look like that baboon call Fanla. He irritates me."

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