Two days later, after Osaze had ignored Zainab. He wasn’t picking her calls or replying her Facebook or Whatsapp messages. It wasn’t easy fighting the thoughts of her but he was determined to get rid of her completely. The last message she sent was a day before;
I’m wondering why you are doing this to me. You know how much hold you’ve got on me yet you keep ignoring me. I am in Abuja but will be around in a few days time. I’ll be hoping to see you soon. I don’t mind going any length to have you.
Osaze had wanted to delete the text but somehow he just kept it. Praise came in and told him that a client was around and demanded that she wanted him to take her pictures not any of his workers.
Praise: “sorry for bothering you,sir. A client is here and she is insisting you take her pictures,”
Osaze had just taken pain killers, he looked dismal, the nagging head ache and sore neck had returned. He sighed,
Osaze: “Okay. I am coming!” he didn’t have strength to start posing or taking shots. He felt like the world was twirling with him. Dragging his feet, he went to the studio. The young girl smiled at him- she should be in early twenties,” what do you want to use the shot for?”
Most times customers insisted on him taking them shots when they were to use the pictures for important occasions or purposes. She greeted him,
Lady: “Good afternoon,sir!”
Osaze: “Afternoon, dear. How are you?” she nodded, “what are you using the picture for?”
Lady: “I am entering for an online beauty competition!”
Osaze: “Oh, nice!” where
He smiled, remembered how he was teasing his wife to send her pictures and win ten thousand naira,
Grace: “Abeg, I am too old for these things!”
Osaze: “Don’t worry. I’ll upload your pictures without your consent!”she laughed.
Osaze collected the camera from Praise looked at the setting; did a little adjustment to the ISO and aperture and handed back to Praise. The girl didn’t look Praise.
Osaze: “Haruna, set the lights!”
Osaze turned to the young lady and said to her,
Osaze: “I am not feeling too good would have loved to take your pictures but you are in safe hands,”he pointed to Praise, who gave a shy smile.
Lady: “Thank you,sir!” she smiled. He watched Praise pose her and take the first shot, it was good- he shook his head and as he turned to leave, he was stunned to see Zainab. She had being staring all those while. She smiled at him and something inside of him leaped.
“Oh, my God!”he whispered.
She went into the house and made herself very comfortable. Counting his steps, he entered too,
Zainab: “ I missed you!” she held his hand and kissed it. The kiss froze him only his lips quivered.
What was he to do? He wanted her gone. He would have loved to be able to tell her I need you out of my life but he couldn’t garner such courage. She rose up to him and kissed his lips- he shut the eyes and refused to kiss back.
Osaze: “ I don’t wanna do this anymore, Zee!” he moved away, she stood staring at him standing akimbo, “you know I have an awesome family, a beautiful wife and adorable kids. I don’t wanna hurt them,”he turned his back against her as she walked closer and leaned her head on him. He felt her hands move down his rib to his waist, “I can’t do this,Zee!”
Zainab: “I am not saying you should hurt them. I just want you!” she kissed his neck,
Osaze: “Stop please,”her hands were everywhere on his chest, “Sto..” she turned him and they faced each other. She tilted her hand ran her hands down his waist to his thigh as they were engrossed in a kiss. She used her leg to shut the door. The romance was scintillating. They were partially undressed and he didn’t waste time in sliding into her- she tried controlling herself so she wouldn’t attract attention with her moaning. He rode her quite faster than usual- that was what she demanded. She wanted that way and her response was like a dance. He was the singer and she was the dancer. The session went on for close to thirty minutes. What he was doing was wrong but he just couldn’t help it. When they were done, she adjusted her gown, panting, he buckled his belt sweating,
Zainab: “No man has ever made me this happy!” he broke into a smile. He flung himself into the chair, “anything to drink?”
Osaze: “Check the fridge!”
She opened it and brought out a bottle of Coke and water,
Zainab: “Care for?” she said with the fridge still opened,
Osaze: “Just the water,please!” he collected and gulped half of the content. He was that exhausted.
After that meeting in the studio, their meeting became very often. And every meeting was either started by sex or ended that way. That was all that mattered for Zainab,
Zainab: “I am going crazy for you!” she said to him as she placed her head on his bare chest,
Osaze: “ You are more than special to me!”
Osaze seemed to be a different person at home- he tried so that his affair with Zainab wouldn’t affect his family but it didn’t work. He hardly touched his wife and when he did it was Zainab that was on his mind. Sex with his wife became more of a punishment than consummation of love.
On a fateful day, Zainab called Osaze on the phone. She sounded urgent,
Zainab: “Hey babe, where are you?”
Osaze: “work? Sup?”
Zainab: “Can you meet me up in our spot?”
Zainab: “How many minutes should I give you?”
Osaze: “Ten. Lemme quickly finish a shoot!”
Zainab: “I’ll be wating!”
The spot was their usual Dankaka hotel. In less than ten minutes, he was with her. as they saw there was no pleasantries they lunged into the bed and had a hot session. As they relaxed, she brought out a brown envelope from a bag,
Osaze: “what is this?”he asked, she handed it to him.
Zainab: “These are your travel documents. I want you all to myself. I have come to a point of it is either I get everything or nothing!”
Osaze: “I don’t understand!”
Zainab sat up,
Zainab: “ I have made all the necessary arrangements for you to follow me to UK. I have rented a big studio space for you. Everything you’d ever dream of!” she said.
Osaze: “what about my family?”
Zainab: “Well that’s for you to sort out! You have two days to make your decision! If you decide to stay then you’d have to forget about me!”
On his way home, he pondered about the discussion with Zainab; her words strung out, “These are your travel documents. I want to you all to myself. I have come to a point of it is either I get everything or nothing…. “ I have made all the necessary arrangements for you to follow me to UK. I have rented a big studio space for you. Everything you’d ever dream of… If you decide to stay then you’d have to forget about me!”
Osaze rubbed his head as he thought of all she had told him. He had just two days to leave all he had built here and try out an adventure in some foreign land,
Osaze: “I’m in deep mess!”
Zainab’s offer was juicy a big studio in the heart of Europe with all the latest gadgets. He could only achieve that only in his dreams. But on the other hand,leaving his family was crazy too. It didn’t seem like a viable option.
Questions: What do you think Osaze should do? Would he choose his family over her or choose Zainab over his family?
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