A day had passed and Osaze was yet to make a decision. He laid on the bed thinking.
Osaze: “Can’t I have everything?”
He said to himself. His wife was fast asleep. She had a very long day. She spent most of the day baking cakes for two occasions, a church program and a wedding. She was snoring and that only happened when she was really tired. He turned and looked at her, tears gathered in his eyes. Wouldn’t it be sheer stupidity leaving his family to chase shadows? He thought. Zainab was nothing but a venture with a glooming end but,
Osaze: “I love her,” he said.
HE thought of Alex and SandrA, his adorable kids. Was he going to leave them for a total stranger? He sighed,
Osaze: “ But I love her!” that was the excuse that keep coming up.
He wanted both his family and Zainab,
Osaze: “Why do I have to choose?” he sighed.
His phone that was on silent shone light. It was a call that was coming in. Zainab’s, the time was few minutes passed one in the morning. It shone twice and before it could do that for the third time, he tip toed out of the room and picked the call,
Osaze: “ Heyie,” he whispered.
Zainab: “ Boo of life!”
Osaze: “I miss you!” he didn’t know when those words flew out of his mouth.
Zainab: “ You know I miss you more and that is why I want us to be together forever!”
Osaze: “ Hmmm!”
Zainab: “ come with me,Osi!”
Osaze sighed again,
Osaze: “ what about my family?” She sighed too,” why not just settle down here? I wouldn’t have to choose or we could all be happy!”
Zainab: “ what about my business in the UK? What happens to it? What about the dream of having a world class studio in UK? Are just going to let it slide form your hands? Can’t you see that the world is ours to conquer, baby?”
Osaze: “ I don’t know,Zee! The idea of leaving my family especially the kids behind gives me jitters!”
Zainab: “ You can’t have everything some times,baby! Some times you have to be selfish to achieve your dreams!” he sighed.
Osaze: “ I don’t know.”
Zainab: “ That means you are choosing your family over me right?”
He sighed and bit his lower lips,
Osaze: “ I have to go,please!” he could hear her crying,he sighed and dropped the call. Quickly, he typed a message:
Don’t bother looking for me my family needs more. Have a good life!
he stared at his phone for close to two minutes before sending the text. Light shone as it delivered. He placed his hand on the wall and rested his head on it. He sighed and licked his dried lips. The cold had made it frost and dried. For about ten minutes he stayed in that position.
“ I can’t leave my family for you,Zee. It hurts to let you go,” he sobbed.
As he raised his head up, his eyes went straight to his phone and there was a reply from Zainab. She sent it in caps lock,
FUCK YOU,OSI! I FUCKING LOVE YOU BUT FUCK YOU FOR LETTING OUR DREAM OF BEING TOGETHER JUST DIE. I HATE WHAT I FEEL FOR YOU RIGHT NOW. I FUCKING LOVE YOU,MAN! I AM GOING TO SMOKE MY FREAKING BRAINS OUT JUST TO FLUSH YOU OUT OF MY SYSTEM. BUT I LOVE YOU,OSI. I FUCKING LOVE YOU! FUCK YOU!!
Tears gathered in his eyes, he typed a message to send but he deleted it,
Osaze: “ I’ll let her be!” he found tears trickling down his eyes, “ I love you too,Zee but family comes first,” he whispered. He decided against going to lie down on the bed for he wasn’t sleepy. One with a heavy heart was never a friend to sleep. He walked to the sitting room and took a very cold bottle of Coke, he sat in front of the TV He had just turned on. He shuffled stations but none caught his interest. He decided to leave it on CNN and the news making rounds was Trump’s call to President Buhari, how Trump assured the Nigerian President of the readiness of the US to cut a new deal in helping Nigeria in terms of military weapons to combat terrorism.. The news brought back Zainab’s thoughts how Trump also banned some Moslems country from entry USA. He could recall how they argued on the issue.
Zainab: “ I think Trump is wrong to put the ban in the first place!”
Osaze: “ I am in total in support of that. Let’s allow the man bring back sanity to his country!”
Zainab shook her head,
Zainab: “what annoys me is that his making American great again slogan. That is total racist! He has foregotten that America is a country of immigrants. The fore fathers of America were all immigrants even Trump himself if he traces his root he isn’t purely an American. So if he is to chase immigrants and refugees then he should be ready to move to. Nonsense!”
He could see the way he lips moved in his mind. He sighed, put off the TV and left the room. When he got to the room, he knelt beside his wife,
Osaze: “ I am sorry for ever hurting you,baby! I am here for you and the kids. I am not leaving!” he kissed her fore head but she was far gone. All she did was to toss on the bed.
Osaze dragged himself out of the bed, he had overslept. He checked the time it was eight forty five. He yawned,
Grace: “ Pass me the plate!”
He could hear his wife’s voice as he approached the sitting room with his red and tea bagged eyes. He yawned again,
Alex: “ Good morning,dad!”
Sandra: “ Good morning,daddy!”
He ignored them and wrapped his hands around his wife’s waist,
Osaze: “ You all should hold on lemme greet my baby first!”
Alex: “ You mean our mummy?”
Grace and Sandra laughed but he ignored the laughter and pecked her,
Osaze: “ Good morning, baby!” he could feel her melting in his hands.
She blushed and replied,
Grace: “ Good morning,love” she turned and planted a kiss on his lips. Alex and Sandra covered their eyes,
Sandra: “we didn’t see anything!”
Osaze yawned and sat down,
Osaze: “ aren’t you guys supposed to be in school?” they laughed at their father, “ what’s funny?”
Grace: “ It’ Saturday,” she said as she dished out the breaksfast.
They were having chips and egg and natural brewed fruits as break fast.
In the evening, Osaze took his family out. They ate out that evening. They all felt alive again. The drama was killing that bond they always had. Osaze could see the glint in the eyes of his wife and kids. They were happy as they sat and ate together. People looked at them in admiration. An awesome family. As they got back that day, osaze and Grace made love passionately as if it was their first. They snuggled all night. It was as if they were courting again.
In the morning as Grace opened her eyes her husband wasn’t on the bed. They slept off in each other’s arms, she didn’t know when he left the bed. The love making had exhausted her. she felt very much alive. As she stretched her hands fell on a paper on the bed. When she looked at it, it was a brown envelope. The inscription on it, “ My lovely wife” astound her. Her hands shivered as she opened it, a nauseous feeling grappled her even before she tore it opened:
MY dear wife,
I know it was cowardice leaving this letter but that was the only choice I have. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth face to face. I just lacked the courage. To start with, Zainab isn’t Alhaji’s daughter and she isn’t just a client. I am sure you know that. I never stopped seeing her. I tried but I couldn’t. I love you and the kids very well. You all are all I have but sometimes a man has to be a man and take certain decision. As you read this letter I should be on my way to Abuja with Zainab. We are leaving for UK. I know it is heart shattering for you right now but just know that you’d always be in my heart, you and my kids. I am not going on some teenage voyage but I am following my dreams and this is the only chance I have got. I hope you understand. Please, tell the kids that someday I’ll be back. Cos of time I couldn’t write as much as I would have wished.
There was no expression on Grace’s face. She just kept running her eyes through the letter over and over again.
How on earth is Grace going to explain to the kids that their father left them for another woman? Do you think Osaze took the right decision – CHANGE for GOOD?
… SEE Episode 16 Below (You don’t wanna Miss this!) … AdeLove Stories … Premier Naija Inspirational Blog!
EXCLUSIVELY FROM ADELOVE.COM
All Rights Reserved!