Osaze had woken up with a nagging head ache that morning,
“Good morning, baby!”Zainab said and kissed him.
An awful feeling had pounced on him. What had he done? He had slept with her. He wanted to resist her but it was a difficult task. It eventually his wife found out she wouldn’t take that as an excuse. He didn’t reply her greetings, looked away and shut the eyes. When he checked his phone his saw thirty missed calls,
Osaze: “what?” he opened the missed calls, twenty five was from Grace and five from his elder brother. His heart felt as if it was going to jump out his mouth. He felt tensed, ”what would I tell her,”he whispered.
Zainab stroked the hairs on his chest
Zainab: “Had a great time,last night! You are good,really!” she said but his mind was far and couldn’t reply. He wasn’t there any more. After a while he jumped out of the bed, Zainab was startled,
Zainab: “What’s wrong?”
Osaze putting on his trousers in a rush,
Osaze: “I need to get going!” he grabbed shirt and threw it on. He was standing by the bed, with her knees on the bed she helped him button up,
Zainab: “In trouble with wifey?” she smiled.
Osaze sighed, nodded and repeated,
Osaze: “I’ve to be on my way!” as he was about to turn she abruptly grabbed his neck and kissed him. Everything blanked out, he kissed her back and they kept kissing.
The act went on for two minutes until he finally broke away and repeated what he had said earlier, “I’ve got to be on my way!” as if he was cramming lines from an acting script. She refused to listen to him, she wasn’t listening to him at all. All she saw was the moving lips whom she wanted to chew like a candy bar. Dived at him, they fell to the bed and they tossed from one end of the bed to other. Osaze’s shirt and trousers were off and boxers flung to the head of the bed, with just a drag her robe was flung opened revealing her bare boobs and thighs. In no time they had their backs on the bed panting. It was short but intense. Osaze couldn’t believe he had just had sex again. Zainab pouted her lips smiling. Osaze’s mind was blank; he had shut it out. The only thing he saw was darkness and nothing more. Zainab curled up on him while he laid on his back with his head on the right arm. There was no denial he wanted her-more of her. He was worried, yes, but he somehow felt good. Zainab had fallen asleep; the thought of his wife and kids flashed in his mind like the lightening.
Zainab jerked up with a squinched face,
Zainab: “What’s it?” it was some minutes after seven already.
He shook his head as his phone blared. It was his wife.
“Wifey, I guess?” he nodded, “Pick up!”
Osaze looked at her like one who was asking him to commit suicide. What was he going to tell her? That he was in a hotel with a woman?
Osaze: “Nah! I’ve got to get going!” he picked his things and got dressed. Fondling with her fingers, she smiled,
Zainab: “So? I’ll be leaving for Manchester tomorrow!”
He stopped buttoning his shirt and gawked at her,
Osaze: “really?” he nodded, “for?”
Zainab: “Told you I was planning to start up an African fashion outfit over there. Would be dealing with Ankara outfit and all. So, I’ve got a meeting with a man who wants to invest in it.”
Osaze: “Wow! How long do you plan to stay?”
Zainab: “Six months. I need to get things running before I return!” he felt a shaft in his heart. Six months was very long. It was a lifetime, he thought.
He sighed she rose up to him and planted a kiss on his lips,
“I’ll be back before you know it!” He sighed again as she kissed him, “I’ll miss you!”
He broke into a smile. That was soothing. He stretched his hand and picked his jacket, looked inside the breast pocket, the car keys were inside.
Osaze: “I’ve got to go!” she pecked him and threw herself to the bed smiling. He smiled too and headed for the door,
Zainab: “You could come with me, you know?”
He turned and looked at her,
Osaze: “ UK?” she nodded. He just giggled, opened the door, “Safe trip!” as he shut the door he heard her yell,
“Think about it!”
In the car he dialled Praise’s number,
Praise: “Good morning,sir!”
Osaze: “Ehen, How are you, bro?”
Osaze: “Is everybody around?”
Priase: “yes, sir!”
Osaze: “Is everything in order?”
Praise: “Yes, sir!”
Osaze wanted to ask if his wife had been at the studio so he’d know the next line of action to take,
Osaze: “Okay, did my wife come by the office?”
Praise: “No sir!”
Osaze: “Okay, I am on my way.”
As he drove his mind had the thought of Zainab wrapped around it. It wasn’t right he knew that. He had vowed not to cheat on his wife ever and as a good Christian he wasn’t right to keep a mistress either. It felt wrong but Zainab was too much of a sweet temptation to resist. Was it love or lust? He thought. The thought of Zainab going to the UK and never return clawed at him. The blaring of horns woke him from his reverie,
“You dey sleep for road!”a taxi driver asked.
“Your father!”another driver cursed and sped passed him.
That was when he realized that he was so lost that he was causing traffic. He sped off. What was he going to tell his wife and kids? He thought.
After settling in the office, a text came in, it was from his wife;
What’s happening? I am dead worried about! I’ve called you a countless times. If I don’t get a reply then I’d take it that something bad has happened to you. I’ll contact pastor before getting in touch with the police!
He quickly dialled her number,
Osaze: “Baby,sorry! I am just seeing your missed calls and texts. I worked all night and slept off. My phone has being on silent. Told you it was Alhaji’s daughter send froth party to London. It finished quite late and they need all the pictures to be ready today before she leaves.”
Grace knew that Osaze sometimes slept at the studio working. The feeble voice blared with so much zest all of a sudden,
Grace: “Oh, thank God you’re fine! I was dead worried about you!”
Osaze: “Sorry for getting you worried, baby!”
Grace: “No worries at all. Should I bring food for you?”
Osaze: “Don’t worry I’ll be home soon.”
She went on to tell him the events of that morning and what she was up to. She sounded like an excited child. Osaze suddenly felt guilty. He was cheating on a woman who has being sweet to him since they got married. He wasn’t flowing- guilt wouldn’t let him,
Grace: “Are you okay?” she could feel the coldness from his voice.
Osaze: “I am just stressed!”
Grace: “Oh,oh my superman! Sorry,come and rest at home na!”
Grace: “I’ll be expecting you!” she dropped the call.
As he dropped the phone on the table a figure before him made him flinch. It was Zainab, she brought food for him. Fried rice and chicken.
Osaze: “You got me scared!”
Zainab: “sorry! I figured out that you’d come to the studio and you would be hungry. So, I brought this for you!”
Osaze thanked her and devoured the food. She watched him as he ate, carried one of the cameras on the table and was playfully taking shots of him. He smiled and kept on eating. When he was done she made for the door and shut it then walked over to where he was sitting,
Osaze: “not here,please!”
Zainab: “shhh!”she caught his lips.
They tore at each other passionately. They were done as sweat ran down their faces. Zainab was intense so was Osaze. She picked up her bag,
Zainab: “Lemme go home and freshen up! See you whenever!” She smiled and left.
He felt exhausted as he laid his head on the table,
Osaze: “what on earth am I doing?”
On his way home, he had concluded to tell his wife. He was going to confess everything to her,
Osaze: “I’ll do it. I mean it!” he affirmed as he got to the house.
Do you think Osaze would confess to his wife? Would it be the right thing to do? Would she forgive him for breaking her trust?
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