Not So Happily Married …. Episode Nine

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It felt like when we were dating. There I was getting flowers, smelling several bouquets, trying to get a perfect blend of Tulips and Roses, just the way she liked her flowers. When was the last time I gave her flowers? I thought, a pang of guilt coursing through my veins. Flowers, chocolates and every other silly thing that women love; It was close to a year. I had stopped being who I was right after the abortion issue. A part of me reassured me it wasn’t really my fault but the part that loves Omoboye unconditionally faulted me. It told me I was wrong to stop being me. Love forgives all.

By the time I was done shopping, I had three goody bags filled to the brim. One look at me and Omoboye’s mum would know we had been fighting. I thought chuckling. Since I was supposed to be coming back from a trip, I decided to add two loaves of bread to my load. I went home after I was done, there was five more hours before night fall.

****

“No, Boladale. You did not!”

“Tell me I am wrong. Tell me right now. Tell me it’s not who I am thinking.”

“Omoboye, please calm down.” She whimpered.

“I should calm down?” I saw through the corner of my eyes that we had an audience and I almost imagined the security of the eatery throwing us out any moment.

“Boladale, I will calm down because I need you to start from the very beginning. I need you to tell me that I am wrong, that it is not Dapo that you are pregnant for. So I am going to calm down right now, I am going to sit down and you will do the same and we will have a very calm discussion, just make sure you tell me it’s not Dapo.”

That was when she broke down in tears. Frantically drawing out her handkerchief, she blew her nose and I turned up my face in disgust. I hated her so much at that moment. There was no denying it, I had to be right. It must be Dapo or why else would she feel this much guilt. I thought.

“Omoboye, I didn’t plan for this to happen at all. He is not someone I would want to have anything to do with given the history between you two and the fact that he is married.”

“Wait, Boladale.” I said as calmly as I could.

“Are you saying Dapo is the father of your unborn baby?”

She nodded.

“Babe, I don’t want you to nod. I want you to say it. I need to hear his name on your lips.”

“Yes, Boye. It’s Dapo.” She said choking on her tears.

“It’s Dapo.” I repeated placing my head in my palms.

“Boye, you don’t have friends.” I told myself. Why would this girl do this to me? She knew what Dapo put me through, she knew how much he maltreated me, she knows how much I hate him, she knows everything that ever happened between us and how I hate to hear his name mentioned.

“So you are pregnant for Dapo?” I said after raising my head up. “It’s okay. Now I want to hear exactly how that “mistake” happened. The whole story mind you.”

She then started a story that could qualify for a full episode of a “Why do hoes fall so quick” series. (If someone ever decides to do such)

I didn’t interrupt, it was too sweet a story to spoil with comments or questions. Here is how she told it;

“We were just having fun as we usually do at work and that day someone brought up the topic of married men and single ladies. The married women on my desk said it’s totally wrong for a single girl to date a married man. They went on and on about how stupid it was and how shameless such girls were and how nemesis will catch up with them when they also marry.”

Boladale then said although she agreed with them, she decided to play the devil’s advocate and side with the guys. I didn’t ask why she did that but she said it all the same. She said the ladies were too full of themselves, that they saw their being married as a trophy of some sort and looked down on single girls like her. She said she told them she saw nothing wrong in a married man dating a single girl because it doesn’t matter to a single girl whether the man that can fulfil her physical and emotional needs is single or married especially when the single ones are not forthcoming.

“The guys hailed me” she said. “They called me a “correct girl”  but the ladies shot me looks of disdain and went on to give several reasons why they believed I was very wrong. Boye, I stood my ground and kept defending my point even though I didn’t really believe it.”

I wanted to smile at that point, and the part of me that was still a diehard fan of Boladale wanted to give her a thumb up. That was vintage Bola; she never backed down in any argument even when she was wrong.

But still I didn’t interrupt; no words, no smile, no thumbs up and she continued.

“After a while, we moved on to other things. Later that day a male colleague told me since it was Friday night, they wanted to go to a Karaoke bar and restaurant that just opened on Ligali Ayorinde Street, they asked if I would like to come and I felt it was okay given that it wasn’t so far from my house. So I followed them.”

She paused at that point and swallowed hard. Go on Bitch, I wanted to say. At least they didn’t rape you or did they? Go on bitchy Boladale, let’s hear how you slept with your friend’s married ex.

“We had fun  and then the other guys started pairing up with girls, every one of them except Dapo. At a point, we were the only ones left at the table. I really don’t know what happened, but I am pretty sure I wasn’t drugged because I didn’t leave my seat at all and I opened all my drinks myself. But somehow the atmosphere changed. Perhaps it was due to the fact that I have been celibate for over Eight months.

Mstcheww, perhaps it’s due to the fact that you are just an unrepentant hoe! I wanted to say but I didn’t interrupt her and so she continued.

“Suddenly, Dapo’s perfume felt like the sweetest thing I ever smelled and I could feel myself getting moist just looking at him. He must have felt something too because we just kept looking at each other. Boye, do you know that place? Da Real? If you know it, perhaps you would understand. They have these enclaves that are dimly lit, cozy, cool and so romantic. Perhaps that was part of what affected me. But before long, Dapo got all feely touchy and I didn’t stop him. I knew I should have but I didn’t.

Of course I didn’t know Da Real and I didn’t understand how a cozy enclave could make a woman lose her senses, maybe I am just biased but I didn’t answer her yet again. I just stayed mute listening.

“And then, we were walking and I somehow hoped we were going outside where I could breathe fresh air and get over the lust. I knew I won’t be able to say no if he decided to kiss me or do more than kiss.  I  followed him when he entered one of the back rooms. You know those rooms they keep in anticipation of such things. Looking back, I think Dapo must have booked it earlier because I can’t remember him booking a room. I didn’t allow myself to think, I was afraid common sense will tell me to flee. Not even when his lips sought mine, not when my clothes started dropping like onion peels. It wasn’t until I felt the first wild thrust that my brain started warming up. It was at that point that I started murmuring. Oh no, we didn’t do this. No I didn’t do this. He didn’t say a word in reply Omoboye, he didn’t say a word. Not shhhh, not “don’t worry” not even “yes Bola, we are doing this”. Nothing Boye, he just kept thrusting in and out. He never paused, not until he was done. Boye, I didn’t even enjoy it, I could not. The first thing I did when he got up was confirm that he had used a condom and then I put on my clothes hurriedly and without a word ran back to my car.

I was crying by the time she was done. We were both sobbing, my tears were silent; hers were a bit noisy. A part of me felt sorry for her, that part of me wanted to console her. I knew very well, the kind of man that Dapo was and I felt sad he hadn’t changed. I knew I should forgive Boladale but I couldn’t stop thinking of Dapo’s wife, her angelic and sweet face kept coming to my mind.

“How will she feel if she knows you are pregnant?” I said aloud.

“Boye, that’s my greatest nightmare right now but I can’t abort. I can’t afford to.” Bola said amidst the tears. I didn’t fail to see the determination in her eyes.

I had no intention of advising her to abort her baby; I didn’t even want to say anything more to her. At least not yet so I wiped my face clean, picked my bag and walked out. I didn’t glance back but I could feel her watery eyes trailing me as I walked out.

****

I still can’t decide which was better between that night and our first night in Zanzibar. It was beyond beautiful for want of a better adjective to use. The very sane part of me kept wondering if our relationship was that type that was only sweet when misunderstandings and making up are mixed in the right blends.

I got to the house about Eight pm and Omoboye gave me a very warm hug. The hug was warm but her eyes were not and I knew the hug was just for her Mom’s benefit. We could still go home if we wanted to but I understood that it was important for Omoboye’s ego that she stayed that night just as she had said when we spoke on phone. Her Mom was watchful and kept trying to see if there was any awkwardness between us. We both had enough experience in keeping up appearances so I think we succeeded in fooling her.

My mother in law went to bed few minutes to Nine pm and bade us good night after ensuring there was an extra cover cloth for me in Omoboye’s room. My wife however took it to the guest room immediately her mom went to bed reminding me she had said we were not going to sleep in the same room.

I didn’t mind, I had guessed she wasn’t going to back down anyway. We didn’t speak after her mom left and she even ignored my enquiries about how she was doing and when we were going to have the discussion. She kept her eyes glued to the television watching a program where women found themselves in labour without any prior knowledge of being pregnant. The program seemed drab and un-real to me. How could you possibly tell me someone was pregnant for nine months without knowing? But above all, It was quite depressing to see Omoboye was still neck deep in her Somatization and pregnancy obsessions.

I left the sitting room after watching the program for about twenty minutes. I walked up to her as I was about leaving and slipped the note I wrote earlier in the day into her bra.

_

I must have been so tired to not have heard when the door opened, but I opened my eyes immediately she entered the room. It was her scent that alerted me; the scent of Frederico Mahora’s Pheromone that had become permanently registered in my brain.

She was on the bed before I could say a word, lying on my chest. I hugged her hard and kissed her lips. We didn’t speak, we just held each other at first and then I splayed my hands on her rear. It was smooth despite the fact that I was touching it through her sleep wear. The kind of smooth that makes you realize she was wearing nothing under. We didn’t speak; I never even opened my eyes throughout. I just made love to her with my eyes closed. My hands were familiar with every part of her and her soft little moans told me where exactly she wanted me to linger.

It was like our best ever, perhaps because we knew her Mom was just down the hallway and we couldn’t afford to make animal noises or maybe it was because we both channelled the unresolved issues between us into a sexual energy of some sorts or maybe it was because we didn’t allow each other to come fully. She kept vibrating in my arms for a long time after we stopped, grinding her body against mine. I smiled a smile of contentment certain she was going to follow me home the next morning.

*****

How could I say no when he asked if I would go home with him the next day. First I knew Mom would ask what the problem was if I didn’t but I could have explained that away so it was more like I followed him because I wanted to. It was hard to fight with him after the explosive night we spent together. It was as if Mom knew too because I caught something that looked like a wink in her eyes when she asked me what I thought my husband would like to eat.

We left after breakfast. I carried the flowers that Jite brought the previous night. They were well preserved. I am a sucker for Roses and Tulips and I think I temporarily forgot every bitterness I felt the moment he walked into my Mom’s house with the flowers in his arms.

We were not going home. Since it was a weekend, I suggested that we go to a resort outside Lagos to unwind and he had agreed readily. I told him I would prefer if we discussed on a neutral ground, somewhere different from our house.

We had stopped at a supermarket to get some toiletries when a car parked in front of ours and a woman stepped out from it. I frroze. It was Skipper in real life. She is even more beautiful than her photos I thought disappointment clouding my eyes. I had hoped for a blemish, but I could see none from where I stood.

Jite stood rooted to a spot, he looked angry.

Bastard! I thought, he never expected his mistress to trail us and reveal herself this way.

“Wow, you must be Boye.” Skipper said excitedly.

I didn’t answer; I just gazed at her stomach as she removed the shawl draped around her upper body. She was sporting an unmistakable bump. I was sure it was pregnancy; it was the only thing I knew that could curve a woman’s stomach that way.

She is pregnant I wanted to say but the words didn’t come out. I just looked from her excited face to Jite’s angry face trying to decide if I should scream or run.

“Boye, I am so glad to meet you. This man here is so desperate to hide me.” Skipper said smiling and revealing deep and beautiful dimples.

So she also has dimples too.

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43 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. che-koh!
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 05:21:17

    Oh ooooooh! Mistress?? This is gettin very interesting. Hehehehehe

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  2. LumiAkd
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 05:23:16

    OH NO!!! You didn’t stop there!!! Haba now, Toyin! Took me all the way up and just ended it like that? C’mon! Nice one tho. However, I noticed a mistake @ d point where Boladale and Boye were talking, I think “Boladale, calm down she whimpered” was meant to be ‘Omoboye’… Weldone girl! Please let tomorrow be wednesday again

    Reply

    • LumiAkd
      Aug 28, 2013 @ 05:31:14

      Skipper I guess is Jite’s sister or cousin that the family doesn’t approve of or so…lol, my imaginations. Maybe I’ll be a writer afterall…

      Reply

  3. Taiwo
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 05:28:50

    Heeeeeee! Toyin eyaff wounjure me again o! From suspense to suspense! *sigh*

    Reply

  4. cocosgist
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 05:50:58

    Ghen ghen, Skipper don show!!! By the way, what is it with ‘boye & pregnant women?

    Reply

  5. kingsiju ...the positive phenomenon!
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 06:00:26

    Excellent! well suspended. we’d be waiting.

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  6. Olufunmbi
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 06:12:48

    Nyc 1 there……. From suspense τ̲̅ȍ suspense though….. @lst now I̶̲̥̅̊ knw Bola isn’τ̲̅ preg for Jite nd m happy Jite nd Boye resolved but whats with ds Skipper again nah…….

    Reply

  7. mcwatty9
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 06:15:44

    Addictive read!

    Reply

  8. moskeda
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 06:19:13

    Oh my! Loving this! Loving, loving, loving this like mad. Really nice. Well done, darling

    Reply

  9. oweibo aghogho
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 06:31:05

    NO!!! Skipper seems 2 be more dan just family. TFABS but y evils nw. Tension early morning *sigh*

    Reply

  10. olabisi
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 06:42:53

    Hmmmm.. Skipper Skipo… Lmao

    Reply

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  12. tessadoghor
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 06:53:48

    What?

    Reply

  13. Folakemi
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 06:59:53

    Seems I’m falling for this wednesdays tablet too…Tђξ suspense ȋ̝̊̅§ not helping matter at all

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  14. G
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 07:05:26

    So Bola confirmed Dapo had used a condom, right? We haven’t seen the end of this…
    Moreover, is Boye so hung up on an ex? She hasn’t learned the past must remain the ‘past’? Women sha!

    Toyin…the very sexual bit didn’t go unnoticed too…you sef too do!! *coughs*

    Reply

  15. Hillary
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 07:27:02

    This one don reach where I go shout “ghen ghen!……action film!”

    Reply

  16. ustyn
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 07:46:25

    mehhhh…..fire on the mountain….some marriages are better read not lived

    Reply

  17. gbaymee
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 08:17:12

    Now this is the ghen ghen part, we finally get to meet skipper, the suspense sha o. Sad i have to wait for one whole week to read the next episode *sniffs

    Reply

  18. Maltesers addict
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 08:24:28

    Hmmmm!! How nice.. Now I just want the next episode, I don’t even want to think about this skipper girl.. Good job toyin..

    Reply

  19. enajyte
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 08:47:54

    Great job! You just succeeded in ‘hanging’ me. Again.

    Reply

  20. herbby
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 08:53:49

    Ghen ghen! Skipper don show face, lobatan. Omode yi, u don start again abi? Anywaz, na y I dey gbadun u be dat, keep it up.

    Reply

  21. Eyitee
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 09:04:04

    Where’s episode 10 nah……. Toyin oooo…………. This suspense is too much o! I seem to agree with LumiAkd as per Skipper.

    Reply

  22. Anit
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 09:33:28

    O gosh………dnt tell M̲̅ε̲̣̣̣ U̶̲̥̅̊ stoped here. Aw……i ll ve 2 wait till nxt week again. Chei!!!

    Reply

  23. roffyflaky
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 09:44:03

    Sure, skipper is Jite’s cousin or some1 related joor

    Reply

  24. famuyideolawale
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 09:53:11

    Nice resolution and twist.

    Reply

  25. toyinalabi
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 10:12:29

    Ooooohhhhh, why should it end here….more pls.

    Reply

  26. geeborlah
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 10:54:43

    Ahhhh, alakoba ma ni skipper yi. I just hope skipper is not going to cause more trouble. Nice as ever, can’t wait for the next episode

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  27. Joy Suo
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 10:55:31

    Toyin! Toyin!! Toyin!!! How many times did I call you? It’s not good o, ah ahn! Please be giving us more, Wednesday is far! Heeeey, so Jite has another woman? But he loves Boye so genuinely! No, it can’t be. Skipper is a relative. But why is he desperate to hide her? And why keeping her photos in a special place? Aaaaargh, next week is too far!

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  28. Bukky-blez
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 11:22:17

    Hmmm… Itching to read next episode

    Reply

  29. oscarpoems
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 13:01:20

    O ma wa ga o!!!
    From 1 issue to the other. Skipper yaf show to spoil show. Nothing hidden again
    Let’s roll onto the next…sugbon Wednesday far o!

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  30. Yetundeadebiaye
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 14:09:33

    TY! Hian! Suspense and twist too much ke.

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  31. dazeetah
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 14:20:22

    This Boye needs to be flogged! She too dey suspect, with all these, I doubt if she can stay married. Ask questions, she no go ask! Some one like me would want to know who skipper is b4 that hot sex. U must explain or nothing 4 u. Shikena.

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  32. Ijilola
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 15:08:04

    Toyin thumbs up girl. Bt y u come stop now #sadface. Dis suspense is killing o

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  33. vanessa
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 15:53:54

    thumbs up toyin,keep d good work alive

    Reply

  34. damstylee
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 16:06:28

    Oh..oh..oh…. That late twist… Smooth..

    Reply

  35. Aziz
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 16:24:24

    Toyin. This isn’t good o. Let’s do two episodes weekly.

    Reply

  36. grace
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 16:56:15

    Dis is a call to married ppl or generally evry1 in a relationship……communication is key.dis two seems to b missing it,y cany Boye simply ask????#making faces#

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    • toyinfabs
      Aug 28, 2013 @ 18:45:23

      Fact ooooo. Communication is really really key. Ask questions. Don’t assume, don’t second guess. Golden rules oo my sister. May God help us

      Reply

  37. naijawife
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 18:24:58

    these endings to your stories sha…. *munching chin chin as I read along in anticipation*

    Reply

  38. Mz Greene
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 18:44:13

    That’s all???? How? Why? NOT FAIR!!!
    Great job dear. Can tomorrow be Wednesday?

    Reply

  39. Ify
    Aug 29, 2013 @ 15:10:54

    abi is skipper a past mistake, why then should he hide her and what on earth is wrong with jite’s wife, is she sick or something? I feel so much for her..i cant wait till next week pls, toyin ensure the story gets more longer, abeg

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  40. ola
    Aug 29, 2013 @ 16:44:56

    Loooool…..been following this story,nice work I must say,I really hope ur in a hurry to end this series…and we won’t have to wait till next week!Skipper is too bold for my liking..

    Reply

  41. larah
    Aug 29, 2013 @ 22:41:23

    Whao!!!I must say dis is a job welldone.I read d first n 2nd episodes n I found it more n more interesting.gone tru d nine episodes,I can’t wait for d concluding part of d story.all d best sis…*twuale*

    Reply

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