Dysfunctional Family - Season 1 - Episode 33

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Dysfunctional Family - Season 1 - Episode 33

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From the hospital, Alice and Frank went straight to Frank’s apartment where Frank offered his girlfriend a glass of water.
“I ran out of juice,” he sheepishly said and sat beside her. “And I assume you can’t take those ciders you love so much now that you’re pregnant, right?”
“Nope,” Alice said, shaking her head.
Frank was hesitant for a while. “But how did this happen, Alice?”
“Me falling pregnant?”
“Yeah. I mean, weren’t you on the pill? Aren’t you still?”
“I am..I guess I just skipped a day or so. You know how the pill works, hun.”
Frank’s thoughts were scattered all over the place but he was certain of one thing, he wasn’t ready to become a father. Yet. Alice sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder.
He played with her hair and sighed too, “What are we going to do?”
“You tell me,” she didn’t remove her head from his warm shoulder. “And please don’t tell me to get an abortion cause that’s the last thing I’d do on earth.”
He’d considered it and now knew it wasn’t an option so he kept it to himself lest he annoys Alice. All he said was, “We’ll figure something out.”
That’s all? Alice almost yelled. Nigga you better marry me or else I’ll kill that Bertha b---h.

Alice was slowly starting to see the flaw in her plan and all she could do now was pray hard it works or else she was doomed.
From Frank’s, Alice went to her own apartment which she’d moved into seven months back, leaving her Dad and Junior staying alone. It had been a tough call to make but she’d come of age to stay on her own and was working so there was no need for her to squat at her father’s no more.
Once in the apartment, she took off her heels and called Bertha.
“The son of a gun said he’ll figure something out,” Alice burst out with anger. “Can you believe his nerve?”
“Relax, boo. He’s probably shaken up and will come around soonest. Pregnancy isn’t a small thing to drop on someone so please exercise some patience. After all, patience pays.”
By the time she was hanging up, Alice was reassured Frank would marry her. He just had to!
She was over at her Dad’s place where Lubesha was too. He and Junior were playing football outside.
Donald who was now 55 and would be retiring in a few months time said to Alice as he watched Junior and Lubesha play, “Those two are inseparable.”
“Yeah,” Alice agreed. “Lubesha is good like that. Treats Junior like his own son.”
“I am grateful to God for him.”
Alice’s phone rang before she could reply. It was Frank calling so she excused herself.
“Hi,” she spoke into the phone.
“Hey..where are you?”
“At my Dad’s, why?”
“I need us to link up and discuss things.”
“Cool..” she almost jumped for joy. “You say when and where.”
They met at a park and sat on a bench watching happy looking kids play around.
“I’ll take full responsibility,” began Frank. “Will buy all the baby’s necessary stuff.”
“That’s it? You’re joking right?”
Frank was baffled. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Oh my God! Everything you just said is wrong, Frank. So you expect me to carry your child and that’s it? We’ve been dating for two years for crying out loud and I love you and believe you love me too so what you should be suggesting is marriage and not all this rubbish you’re telling me. Gosh!”
She did sound desperate but Frank took it it was her hormones getting her worked up. As a result, he was patient. “Marriage isn’t just something you abruptly walk into. It’s a commitment, Alice.”
“Do you love me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then you’ll do right by me, Frank.”
“I don’t have money to plan for kitchen parties and weddings, Alice. Besides-”
“Is that your worry? Rest assured then, honey. We can do all those later but for starters we can just get married before a Judge. What matters is we have each other.”
His heart was flattered. Frank always thought girls love fancy weddings and kitchen parties and here was one fine girl willing to settle with him without any of those. He’d have to be a big fool to let her slip through his fingers.
Frank cupped Alice’s face and kissed her lips. “I love you.”

[b]
☆☆☆
It had been three months since Lubesha got acquainted with the Mulimbas and now Sandra was all over him. She saw to it that she was at his apartment every chance she got. She’d go over and do his laundry, clean his house and cook for him.
“Why are you doing all these things for me?” he asked her one day when he got back from work.
She was in the kitchen baking a cake. Sandra flashed Lubesha a smile, “Because I enjoy taking care of you.”
They sat on the same couch an hour later and were eating the cake together when Lubesha said, “This cake is super good!”
He said that about everything she cooked thus Sandra was now accustomed to hearing those praises. She blushed nonetheless. “Thanks.”
“I’ve been wondering why a beautiful lady who knows how to clean, cook and all is still single at your age, Sandra.”
“It’s the men I find, they don’t appreciate any of my efforts. Honestly, I don’t even wanna talk about them cause I despise them all. Can we watch a movie tonight? I’ll pick.”
She picked Me Before You, a romantic British movie which left in her tears at the end. She was a mess and was sniffing. “He can’t just die..Will Traynor didn’t just die.. Oh my God, poor Lou. I can’t imagine what I’d do if I was in her shoes.”
Lubesha had watched a similar movie before, The Fault in Our Stars, and now he wondered what an emotional wreck Sandra would be if she watched that movie too. Anyway, he didn’t like seeing someone cry so he wiped her tears and tried his utmost best to calm her down. “It’s just a movie, Sandra.”
“How can you say that?” now she totally broke down. “You don’t have a heart, do you?”
Not knowing what to do, Lubesha abruptly locked lips with Sandra. She was hesitant at first but got into the kiss pretty quick. Things steamed up and they found themselves undressing one another.
“Protection,” said a breathless Lubesha. “Let me go get a condom from my drawer.”

“I’ve got that covered,” Sandra hastily said, reaching for her bag and removing a condom.
“God bless you,” Lubesha said with gratitude as he grabbed the pocket and a few minutes later, they were rolling on the floor, fingers digging into each other’s backs.
“Why are you ignoring her calls?” Mark asked Lubesha.
They were out having drinks with Mark’s girlfriend.

“She blows my phone up like crazy,” Lubesha shrugged. “I just want some time away from her today.”
It had been a couple of weeks since Lubesha and Sandra had officially become lovers and he’d come to learn she was the clingy type.
“Ouch,” teased Mark’s girlfriend Manda. “I hope Mark doesn’t say the same thing when I call.”
“Of course he doesn’t,” Lubesha assured her.
Sandra showed up at the bar a few minutes later.
“Why are you ignoring my calls?” She rudely asked Lubesha without even bothering to say hi to either Mark or his girlfriend.
“How are you here?” Lubesha was curt too. “You stalking me or something? Don’t tell me you put a tracking device on my phone, Sandra.”
Manda couldn’t control her urge to laugh so she burst out laughing.
“What’s funny, b---h?” Sandra yelled, not caring about the scene she was causing nor all the people that were staring.
“Yoh,” Mark intervened. “Mind your language, miss.”
“Who asked for your opinion you p---y a-s nigga? My boyfriend and I are having an important conversation so you better shut your broke a-s up before I shut it for you!”
“Okay you’ve said enough,” Lubesha stood in anger. “And I don’t appreciate you bitching at my friends so you better leave!” he grabbed her arm and was about to lead her out when Sandra grabbed an almost empty beer bottle from the table and smashed it atop his head.
Blood was running down his face in no time and Mark hurriedly helped him to his (Lubesha’s) car. Mark and Manda later rushed him to the hospital.
A month after that particular incident, Lubesha received a call from Enoch requesting he goes to Enoch’s place asap.
Once at Enoch’s, Lubesha found himself making a sacrifice that even he himself couldn’t believe he’d made.

☆☆☆
THE WEDDING DAY.
“Lubesha Junior,” said Tracy warmly, spreading her arms in welcome. “Come.”
Lubesha Junior walked into his mother’s arms.

“This is your son, our son. The product of the love we shared while in high school.”
Sandra’s head was spinning and she staggered. “I need some air.”
Minutes later, Sandra, Enoch, Lubesha, Tracy and Donald were seated in the Pastor’s office.
The Pastor was saying to Tracy, “Young lady, kindly explain what’s going on.”
“It’s a long story, Pastor.”
“My dear,” Enoch said. “Today’s my daughter’s wedding day and I want to see her wed this great man come what may so you better explain what your drama is all about. I don’t give a d--n how long your story is.”
“I agree with him,” said Donald placidly.
Tracy took a deep breath and told them her tale. When she was done, Lubesha couldn’t seem to stop shedding tears. He was caught between a rock and a hard place.
On one hand was Tracy. The love of his life and the mother of his son.

On the other hand was Sandra. The woman whom he’d promised to marry and who was expecting his child.

Which was which?