My mouth was left ajar and my eyes nearly popped out of my head as my gaze rested on my pathetic wife. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was a beast indeed. Tears gathered in my eyes. No doubt I would lose my wife soonest to death except she would run into the safety hands of divorce.
That wasn't my wife in my bed. My wife was prettier, sexier, and more romantic.
Neche was every man's lady when I met her. Everything about her depicted femininity- from her graceful height to her hair, face, smile, laughter, voice, endowments, skin, legs and her "catful" walk. I need not to tell you how I felt when she accepted my proposal, but in summary I knew then God loved me.
I didn't know when I fell on my knees and began to weep bitterly.
"Baby please forgive me." Was all I could repeatedly mutter.
She began to sob as I wept. I placed my palms on her right wrist and and wept the more, pleading for mercy. Several seconds after my outburst, she pulled her hand away from my gentle grip and went into the bathroom. I heard splashes of water almost immediately she entered the bathroom, but she didn't stay up to the normal duration I've known her for, though her whole body was wet. I tried opening the door to the bathroom as soon as I stopped hearing the splashes of water from the shower, but the door was locked. I was surprised as that was the first time either of us would lock the bathroom door when in the bathroom. I stood right at the door post waiting for her to open the door. I fell on my knees again as soon as she did. Tears were trickling down my cheek . I held her hands as hard as I could. She was shocked at my display, and was trying to get herself off my grip.
"Baby please forgive me." I was looking into her eyes as I kept pleading.
She closed her eyes. Tears were in her eyes again.
"Buchi leave me, your are hurting me!" She groaned aloud as she struggled harder from my grip.
I noticed that my grip was doing more harm than good, so I had to loosen my it. In that hard struggle of hers, I lost grip of her and her right hand hit my left eye. I moaned so loud and fell to the floor in reflex. She didn't bother to know if I was injured or not, she walked straight to her wardrobe to dress up.
After some few minutes, I was busy examining my left eye when I saw a sheet of paper dangling in the air just above me. She dropped the paper and went to Kamsi's room to call her for lunch.
My focus was on the sheet of paper as it fell on my belly. I picked it up with my right hand while my left hand was on my left eye. It was an invitation from a lawyer to commence divorce proceedings. Neche had filed for a divorce. My eyes popped out the more this time. I didn't know when I sprang up to my feet, ran and started scampering down the stairs. Kamsi quickly turned around to look at me with surprise clearly spread all over her face while Neche was busy in the kitchen dishing out Kamsi's nosh. I rushed into the kitchen and fell on my knees, I held the hem of her flowing indian gown.
"Baby you don't have to go please I beg of you." I cried this time.
She pulled her gown off my grip with her right hand while she held Kamsi's nosh with her left hand. She had barely taken two steps away, when we noticed that Kamsi had been watching us. When Kamsi saw us looking at her with tears in our eyes, she ran to her room upstairs.
"I'm so sorry baby, I promise not to ever hit you again." I said nevertheless.
"I'm tired Buchi, I'm tired!" She cried out. "I'm tired of all these. I can't stay here until you beat me to death. I can't handle it any longer. I have to go since my so called husband is now the cause of my anguish."
"yes yes yes yes yes I am. I'm the cause. I accept. I was foolish. Jealousy killed me and its about to ruin our marriage and family. Please stay baby, I'm ready to play by your rules."
"This isn't the first time Buchi. You are such a liar. You will never change. Just let me go please. I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired." She said as she started to cry too.
I stood up when I noticed that she had started to cry. I went closer and held her. "I promise you I'll change this time baby." I hugged her and gently pulled her head to rest on my chest. "I love you baby."
Do not forget, every Tuesdays is our day for "tears in my daughter's eyes." Stayed tuned, stay connected.
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