Happily married 1

“Dear God, please let my husband meet a pretty girl today. Young and sumptuous, especially with a nice behind, that will readily agree to sleep with him. I need a good sleep today, please Lord, I need peace.” Sola silently prayed.

She had woken early in the morning and had
made her husband’s breakfast, after which she had hurriedly done the house chores by the end of which her husband had left for work. She waited an hour just in case before she rushed out to meet the man that had been expecting her. She did not want to keep him waiting for too long.

She rushed back home by seven pm to prepare dinner just in case her husband would want it.  The fulfillment of the day had filled her belly and she couldn’t eat. The butterflies in her belly kept her stomach full. She had had a good day and she hoped her husband would have a good day too so she won’t have to end the day with fear, anger or pain. Dependent on her husband’s mood.

Paul was sitting in an open view restaurant relaxing after a two hour meeting which had held in the board room of a hotel few buildings away. He had chatted, appealed, psyched, confused and then convinced the Chinese Corporation to give the advertisement contract to his company. He was exhausted at the end of the meeting and had decided to clear his head for thirty minutes before rushing back to the office so he had stopped at the restaurant. He slowly sipped his cold drink, although he really wanted wine, he couldn’t have any because he had to go back to work and it was quite early. It was just 12pm. As he stared blankly at the flowing traffic, he thought he saw someone he recognized. He looked carefully and he saw his wife, with a man walking out of a shopping complex. She seemed happy, she was laughing hard at what the man had said. And the man was carrying shopping bags. They walked for a while and entered her car, she into the driver’s seat and he into the passenger. They were in the car for about thirty minutes and then the man came out and walked away. The man walked away and his wife drove away. Paul studied the man as he walked. He was quite an attractive man, he was tall, had a good gait. Paul chuckled; his wife definitely has good taste. He never thought she had it in her to cheat anyway, he was impressed and yet a little jealous. He pondered how they met, because he knew his wife barely went out. His little birdie. Pretty woman. He knew it would be hard for any man not to be attracted to his wife, she was a very pretty woman. She had a petite figure, with a clean skin, attractive facial features also and she walked with a lot of dignity. Those were few of the things that had attracted him to her. Especially the way she walked. There was so much confidence and assurance in her walk. Her shoulders were always high and straight. She had later told him that it was her aunty that taught her to walk like that. Paul glanced at his wrist watch and hurriedly left the restaurant for work.

‘Come inside now. What’s wrong with you sef?” she laughed.

“No. please abeg. So you want me to die? You don’t even want me to buy car for my mother?” He mockingly replied.

“It’s just me at home joh. I told you already. My parents have travelled, my sister is in that village NYSC sent her her to, and that my unserious brother has not come home for two days. Just come in for a while. This house is just empty.” She pleaded.

He thought about her offer for a while. He had nothing to do at home and they had both just gotten back home from the movies. It wouldn’t hurt to just spend about an hour with her before he went back to his place.

“I will come in on one condition.”

“What?”

“You will cook food. Not rice or indomie o. Pounded yam with soup.”

“No problem. Just come in. Will you drive in or…”

“No, no. I’ll park outside.”

An hour later, they were on the floor in the sitting room chatting and laughing.

“So you can cook like this?’ he teased

“Ha! See this boy o. I will cook you if I am given the chance.”

“Don’t make me laugh abeg. You can’t cook jare. I asked for pounded yam, you gave me poundo yam. I can’t marry you. You are too tush. Butti girl that you are.”

“Excuse me? I am Pako to the core. I am real streets o. I know things.”

She jokingly slapped him on the stomach. He hit her back and they had a mock fight. They ran around the sitting room until he caught up with her and picked her up. She was easy to carry. He twirled her around while she screamed and begged him to stop. He set her down and she staggered. He laughed and grabbed her to stop her from falling. She looked up at him and said

“Thank you for today.”

None of them knew who had had initiated it, but they were kissing and groping at each other in a few minutes. He stopped the kiss and pulled back.

“Let’s not do this. It’s not right.”

“Of course. You are right.” She agreed.

“I have to go.”

“Of course.”

Somehow they were kissing again. They undressed each other and made love right there in the sitting room. Immediately after their lovemaking, he started to dress up. She looked at him in surprise.

“What are you doing?” she asked

“What does it look like? He shot at her

“I can see that you are dressing up but you can’t leave now. It’s really late. It almost 12am.”

“I can see that. I am not stupid. It’s Lagos anyways.” He countered

She quietly stared at him and wondered what she had done wrong. Had she not been good enough in bed? Did she disappoint him? Or was another girl waiting for him at his house? Or he just wasn’t that into her? She had been delighted when he had kissed her, stopped her, and kissed her again. And when they made love, she knew that was all she wanted. To be with him. She did not understand his reaction.

She pulled her top on which thankfully was a long top. She gave his phones to him and walked quietly behind him as he walked to the gate. He stepped out of the gate and stopped her from following him.

“Don’t come out. Bolt the gate. I will stand outside until you bolt it.”

He gave her a quick hug.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”