Grace stared at him,
Grace: “Zainab? Who’s that Osaze?” he turned his back against her,
Osaze: “I have told you that I am very tired!”
She sat on her knees on the bed,
Grace: “Are you seeing her?”
With anger in his eyes he turned and looked at her,
Osaze: “Please, I am not ready for your drama and I am not seeing anyone!” his yelling rocked her. Tears rushed down her eyes.
Grace: “Osaze it’s me your wife for many years you are yelling at this way,eh?”she sighed and repeated his words after him, “you are not ready for my drama?” he turned away again. It was unbelievable; she couldn’t imagine that Osaze would ever raise his voice at her not to talk of cheating on her, with tears running down her eyes, “What has come over you,Osaze,eh?”
Osaze stood up and took two pillows,
Osaze: “It seems something is wrong with your head!” he hissed and left the room.
Immediately blood stopped moving in her body, she suddenly developed cold feet. Was it a dream? She thought. He left the room for the sitting room.
Grace was setting the table for breakfast for the children. She had prepared Spaghetti for them. They were still in their rooms getting set. It was some minutes to six. She was contemplating if to go ask Osaze of what he’d love to have for breakfast. Finally, she decided to go and ask him,
Grace: “Humiliation or not, he is still my husband and I love him. I promise to remain dutiful as a very good wife!”
She left the sitting room for the room, “Lex, Sandy food is ready!” she called out.
“Okay, mum! Thank you!” they answered. Alex ran out and as usual Sandra was still getting dressed.
Osaze was getting dressed. Grace was surprised, where was he going that early? She thought. She leaned on the door,
Grace: “Good morning,baby!” he continued dressing, ingnored her at first but later answered her dryly. She sighed and went ahead, “what would you have for breakfast?”
Osaze buttoning his shirt said disinterestingly,
Osaze: “I am not hungry. I’m fine!”
She shook her head and turned to leave when he said,
“Okay, just fry yam for me. Don’t make it salty please!”
She shrugged and left. Osaze had even start telling her how to cook his food after many years of marriage. That was strange, she whispered.
She left for the sitting room and sat down watching the kids eat,
Grace: “You guys should be fast. You know time is going,” she said.
They nodded but she couldn’t mask her feelings. She sat morose. Sandra and Alex knew something was wrong.
Alex: “Mum,what’s wrong? You don’t look happy!” the question triggered tears, her pupils swam in tears, she tightened the veins of her eyes so tears wouldn’t dop,
Grace: “Just eat your food!” she quickly dashed to the kitchen; Alex and Sandra looked at each other and sighed,
Sandra: “Let’s just eat!” they both ate looking towards the kitchen.
Grace was in the kitchen peeling yam to be fried as tears dropped. She didn’t bother to wipe the tears.
Alex stood by the kitchen door and said,
Alex: “ mum, we are going.”
Grace: “have a blessed day sweetie!” Sandra was standing beside her brother.
Sandra: “Mum, are you okay?”
She nodded refusing to look at them,
Grace: “I am fine. You guys should get going,”she said mildly.
Alex: “are you crying?” he walked towards her,
Grace: “You guys should get going!” they scampered as she yelled.
She had lost her cool. She felt terrible. What had she done? Osaze came to the door of the kitchen,
Osaze: “what’s wrong with you,Grace?” she turned gawking at him leaning her back to the sink. He was the cause why she had flared at her kids, “why are spreading your negative vibes around? Why would you scare my kids that way? You had better behave yourself. If you’re frustrated with yourself or life just learn to keep that to yourself and not rub it on me or kids,” she bit her lips staring at him with tears trickling down. He hissed, he left for the dining room, she could hear me shouting, “breakfast isn’t even ready?” he charged at her, she didn’t moved nor bat an eye lash, he had raised his hands to slap her but seeing her reaction he quickly changed his mind, “Don’t push me to do something I’ll regret!” he sighed, dropped his hands and left the house cursing and kicking. Grace threw herself to the ground crying, burying her head in her hands.
Osaze sat in his office,
Osaze: ‘what’s wrong with you, man?” he said to himself. He knew his attitude towards his wife was uncalled for. All she had ever done was love him. As he sat thinking, his phone beeped. It was an international number. It was Zainab.
Zainab: “Heyie, guess who?”
Osaze: “You have given yourself already!”she laughed.
Zainab: “You missed me?”
Osaze: “Lemme think,Uhm,” she was laughing, “maybe!”
Zainab: “Oh,oh. Now you leave me heartbroken!”
He giggled again,
Osaze: “You know I sure do, I do! I do!”
Zainab: “I can’t wait to be back,baby!”
Osaze: “Can’t wait to have you back!”
Zainab: “How’s wifey and kids?”
Osaze: “They are good!”
Zainab: “lemme call you back. About to start a meeting.”
The call ended as Osaze leaned his head on the chair, smiling to himself. The guilty feeling had all disappeared.
At dinner that night, Grace, Alex and Sandra at the table waiting for their father. They all had sullen faces still angry at their mother for yelling at them. Grace wanted to apologise but she didn’t know where to start from. For the first time in her life she felt very ashamed of her kids. They were busy chatting with each other ignoring their mother.
Grace finally finding her voice,
Grace: “Alex and Sandra,”she looked at her, “I am sorry for what happened today. Sorry for yelling at you for no reason. Please, forgive mummy you hear? I woke up on the wrong side of the bed…”
Alex chimed in,
Alex: “what does that even mean?” they all giggled.
Sandra: “It means she had an awful night.”
Alex: “Oh, it’s okay,mum. Forgiven!”
Sandra: “Forgiven too!”
Grace: “You guys should come and give mum a hug,” they rallied round her. She pecked them as Osaze appeared they all went back to their seats. He had being acting arctic with the kids. Grace served dinner and Alex prayed. A clanging sound was heard as Osaze flared,
Osaze: “what the hell is wrong with you,Grace! Do you want to kill us with pepper! “he pushed the plate to the ground. Everyone was shcoked, Sandra had glued to her mother-she was shivering, “nonsense!”he kicked and left the house.
Would Osaze ever get into his senses? What should grace do to get her husband back?
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