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                        SISI EKO.
                       CHAPTER 7
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Abigail laid on her bed as she tossed restlessly. The News by Dele had left a stir in her heart. She wondered how many more mistakes Doctors made quite often.
She held the envelope Dele had handed her as she read the test result.
Meanwhile, she pondered over Chief's request and shuddered for a month. Chief was bent on it and it was beginning to get to Abigail.
Still trying to figure out her options, Abigail picked up her phone and dialed her Mother's number.
It rang for quite a while before she picked her call.
Abigail was going to tell her Mothe  the News of her father's result.
"My Pikin! How you dey?" Abigail's Mother greeted.
"Mami, I'm okay..I have News from the Doctor." Abigail announced.
"Eh..hen! They na better New o?" Abigail's Mother asked anxiously.
"Hmmm...yes..." Abigail replied.
"Oya nau! Dey talk, make I dey hear." Abigail's  Mother said.
"The Doctor just confirmed that Papa's result was exchanged for another mistakenly." Abigail said.
There was brief silence before Abigail's Mother responded.
"Abeg, na wetin that one mean sef?" Abigail's Mother asked curiously.
"It means Papa's test result was not correct because it belonged to another person." Abigail explained.
"Wait o! If I hear you well well, that means your Papa no get pile?" Abigail's Mother asked.
"Yes, Mami.." Abigail replied.
"Egba mi o!(Help me o!)" Shouted Abigail's Mother.
Abigail was puzzled.
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