The Fall and Rise of Microfinance Institutions and Their Beneficiaries: Financially Sustainable Microfinance Institutions, the Solution to Sustainable Poverty Alleviation by Ndanyenbah Tijani Yakubu

Author:Ndanyenbah, Tijani Yakubu [Ndanyenbah, Tijani Yakubu]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9786200656728
Amazon: 620065672X
Goodreads: 107953352
Publisher: LAP LAMBERT Academic Publishing
Published: 2020-02-27T08:00:00+00:00

“I forgot your coffee, so I went back.” Braden came inside the room with a proud smile on his face. “Here you go.”

He looked more sober. His hair wasn’t messed up anymore. It looked like he had wet it so it wasn’t sticking up, and his clothes had been righted. His shirt was even tucked inside his jeans. I looked past him, but didn’t see the girl that had been with him. As I took the coffee from his hand, I asked, “You ditched the girl?”

He grimaced. “All she wanted to talk about was Luke. The girls have it bad for him. Seriously.” Then he realized whom he was talking to. “Were you two holding hands earlier?”

Change of subject. Now. I coughed. “The doctor hasn’t come in yet, but a nurse just did. She said the surgery’s done. He should be here soon.”

“Oh, good.” He slid a distracted hand through his hair, upending it again as he glanced around the room. His hand dropped back to his side. “Where’s Luke?” He winked at me. “Or are you going to change the subject from that question, too?”

I clutched my coffee tighter. “Elijah came and got him.”

“Elijah?”

“Yeah.” I cringed. “I have no clue where they went. Neither shared. They took off right away.”

“Shit.” Braden grunted, hopping onto the bed and dangling his feet off the end. He pulled out his phone, texting as he said, “I’ll figure it out. They’ll tell me.” After a few minutes, he shrugged and placed his phone beside him. “Maybe not. Sorry.” His phone lit up. “Huh?”

“Who is it?”

“Kelly from the bar.” He answered the phone, “Hello?” After another moment of silence, he asked, “For real?” Then hung up the phone and shook his head.

“What is it?”

“Something’s going down with Emerson. Elijah was in there asking for him.”

“Isn’t the bar closed? It’s almost four.”

“Yeah. That’s the thing.” He shook his head. “She said he was in earlier, and just now, she was heading home when she saw Elijah’s truck run a red. She was at the stoplight, and she thought she saw Luke in there with him.”

My mind was made up. I stood and grabbed the keys. “Which way were they headed?”

“What are you doing? What about Mom?”

“You stay. You’re good at that. I’m not.” I started for the door. “Which way, Braden?”

He hesitated.

I barked out, “I’m going anyway. It would help if you gave me a general direction.”

He let out a sigh. “South on Broadway. She was at the 117th stoplight.”

That was all I needed. I hurried for the lobby, but braked as I saw the doctor heading past me. Grabbing his arm, I asked, “My mom?”

He stared at me for a moment before recognition sparked in his eyes. “Oh. Your mom is stable. She had a miscarriage, and some of the fetus was still attached to her uterus. She passed out because she’s anemic. She’s sleeping now, but they’re taking her to her room. We want to watch her for a day, at least, maybe two to make sure everything’s passed this time.

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