THE WIFE I WISH I HAD (I)

"Excuse me dance." Her sexy voice sounded in my left ear as her soft palm gently caressed my broad shoulders with a head blowind and seducing little massage.
I turned back so impressed with that invitation. Even if she was below standard, I wouldn't mind was conclusion. But lo and behold, a goddess stood behind me! For some seconds I was lost in my gaze at her. Just then she gave me an emotional upliftment when she smiled! Gosh! I didn't know when I stood up and said, "Sure." The word hid under my tongue, but I knew my action spoke far louder than my word.

She led me to a dark corner to avoid eyes from searching through her perfectly fitted gown. Permit me to save you the stress of all that transpired on the dancefloor, so I won't get your minds drifted to somewhere else.

We started our relationship in the best way I have ever read, heard, seen or imagined. And as a young man who was well brought up and wouldn't want to flirt around, I concluded that she was my wife, and that no force on earth would be able to seperate us.
She was independent as I was, had a house and a car like I had, a wonderful cook and of course the "no-sex-before-marriage" resolution. On my mind I pictured how cute our kids would look. I'd definitely be a loving husband and a proud father.

It baffled me to know that a lady I met at the club, and who even excused me for a dance could say no sex before marriage. Why then the invitation in the first palce? But the Love she showered on me blind folded me and I did no proper investigation about her. She was everything a man could ever want his woman to be. Certainly, I concluded that I was the luckiest amng men.

Without wasting further time, she went with me to see my pastor. He was happy that I finally decided to settle down. He knew about my past relationships; just two of them though. He knew how I struggled to make them work because all the ladies wanted was spending my money, but I needed more than that in a woman; not just the basic characteristics of knowing how to cook and having good character, but majorly a woman who could represent perfectly and be in charrge when I'm away.

We talked at length with him, after which he told me with a whisper that he needed to see me privately concerning my decision to get married to the lady I was already calling my wife.

No soon as I ignited the engine of my car, I heard her quietly exclaim,

"I don't like that pastor!"

I was surprised at the same time shocked because it was her first time meeting him, although I had a hunch that she must have known him somehow, because her facial expression changed immediately she saw him, but I kept that in abeyance and just inquired about the reason for her sudden dislike of him, she replied with an impudent face that there was really no reason but she just didn't like him.

"My pastor is a very jovial man, and also highly principled", I tried to convince her. When you get to know him you will love him and appreciate the kind of person that he is, I added.
She kept quiet as we drove back home. That was the first time I saw her get angry for no reason. So many things ran through my mind that night before I slept. I tried to Fathom to no avail why and how everything played today between my wife and he pastor.

"Could it be that she was a prostitute, and my pastor had slept with her?" In as much as I tried not to have that much on my mind, but the possibility was certainly there. I became very scared and unease. sleep fled a million miles away from my eyes. How would I listen to believe the word of God from his mouth? I became very unease as things which were so poisonous invaded heart the more. "I must go see the pastor." I concluded within me.

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