Chapter 4: Baking Class Gist and Zainab’s Tears

As correct wife wey dem dey pamper, I reason the matter well. I really overreact.

Sometimes na so love dey do person; small dream, everywhere don scatter. I just dey ask myself, "Babe, you sure say you dey normal so?" How I go dey beat Olumide because of dream wey I no even fit prove?

But make I talk true, e be like say e even enjoy am…

I remember the way e rub my hand, dey smile, dey act like say I be small pikin. Small guilt catch me.

I decide say as I dey go baking class today, I go ask other omegas how dem dey take settle with their alphas after dem mess up.

For road, I dey imagine different advice wey dem fit give me. As I reach class, just tie my yellow bear apron, na im I hear one omega for my side dey sob quietly.

The air thick with butter, vanilla, and gist—everybody dey use wooden spoon knock bowl as dem gossip. But the cry loud pass oven sound. Another omega stand beside am, dey hold tissue, dey comfort am with low voice.

I sabi the two of them—the one wey dey cry na Zainab, the one wey dey console am na Kemi.

Zainab always dey quick laugh, but today her face just swell. Kemi dey pat her back, whisper, "No cry, abeg. God dey."

I peep them two times, then waka go ask wetin happen.

Kemi first dey hesitate, no sure how e go talk am, but Zainab just talk am sharp sharp.

"My husband cheat on me."

Everybody for class quiet small. My heart skip. I get small idea about Zainab husband—na person wey dey always look responsible, correct alpha.

I ask, "I remember say your compatibility score na 90%. Na omega wey get higher match rate come show?"

Even as I dey talk, my own mind dey fly reach my Olumide. Zainab sniff. "No be omega—na beta. Beta no get scent, so I no even notice."

As she talk am, the whole class just sigh. Some people dey shake head, some dey look ground. I hold her hand, squeeze am tight. "My sister, no let man matter give you high blood. Na God hand we dey. No worry. For this life, na who get strong mind dey win. Tomorrow go better."