She noticed it was taking too long and decided to go look for him. She ransacked the whole of the airport all in the bid to locate him. She was already giving up when she saw him emerge from the restroom at the arrival area with drooping shoulders. She ran to him and embraced him.
Zainab: “What took you so long baby? What are you doing with such drooping shoulders and distraught look on your face?”
Osaze did not reply at first, she had to jiggle him by the shoulders out of his reverie.
Zainab: “I asked you what the problem is. Let’s go back to the departure lounge, we might miss our flight, it has been 30 minutes since you were gone already. She held his hands firmly as they found their ways back to their earlier seat at the departure area. “So tell me what happened and do it fast, I am actually losing my patience”
Osaze: “It’s Grace”
Zainab: “What about Grace? See talk jare abi what kind of wahala is this?” she said in Hausa language.
Osaze: “She attempted to commit suicide apparently cos I left” he said with a wave of nausea threatening to choke the life out of him.
Zainab: “So that’s why you are like this? Shivering like a baby just because your wife attempted to die? Is she dead?”
Osaze; “Why are you talking like this Zee? She is the mother of my children and I just endangered her life. Isn’t that something to at least be sorry about?”
Zainab: “Yes if she had died. But she is not dead so why are you sorry? Are you having a rethink about this whole thing at the last minute? Do you want to see me go crazy here? Do you really love me or all you care about is my body and what I’ve got to offer you? Did you decide to come for me or for the mouthwatering offer?”
Osaze: “It’s not like that Zee, I decided to come with you cos of how much I love you not for anything else. You know I am saying the truth right?”
Zainab: “Well isn’t it obvious your heart still belongs to your wife?”
Osaze: “All I know is I love you and that is all that matters. Besides…” He was interrupted by the voice on the PA system announcing their flight was ready for takeoff. The people who sat with them started getting up in 2s and 3s.
Zainab: “Well that is our flight and your last chance, I will never ask you again so it’s either you take my hand now and come with me or go back to your miserly studio and family. There’s no time for word bartering anymore” she said standing up and extending her left hand to him. He took it and stood up, they hugged and kissed for some seconds then left for the runway.
Zainab’s apartment was at number 115 Weymouth Street, London. Osaze was so fascinated with the beautiful streets, fanciful buildings in London. He was more fascinated by the beautiful white girls he saw on the streets walking care freely around with headphones wrung over their heads on bomb short and sneakers. They were just his type.
Her apartment was like heaven, a kind of heaven where he had a woman to himself and sex on a platter of gold. He felt he’d rather be there than the real heaven itself and so he totally forgot all about his family. He and his bae went sightseeing almost every day, living frivolous and extravagant life. They drove from London to Edinburgh, sometimes to Manchester or Glasgow and back to London. He was so wrapped up in this frivolity that he forgot the reason he was there.
They were on the highway going to Glasgow one morning…
Zainab: “Pull over” she announced suddenly.
Osaze: “Why? Do you want to pee?” he said looking over his shoulder to search her face for response and at the same time trying to concentrate on the road.
Zainab: “Just pull over, I have a surprise package for you right here” she said pulling her Victoria’s secret mini skirt up further above her legs to reveal a fancy pink pant of the same brand. Osaze Swallowed hard and almost rammed into the car in front of him because the traffic light had turned red. “Park over there as soon as we start moving again okay?” she said unbuttoning the top of her blouse to reveal her bouncy and glistening mounds.
Osaze: “Oh girl! You are driving me crazy?” he said swallowing hard and adjusting on his seat cos of the bulge inside his pants which was threatening to rip his boxers into shreds. She reached out and unzipped his fly bringing out the object of his discomfort. She put the cap in her mouth and started sucking lightly on it. The traffic light turned green.
Osaze: “Wait baby! Let me park at the spot there” he said pointing at a side of the road, she lifted her head up slowly as impatient drivers horned and cursed at them furiously for not moving fast enough.
As soon as he had maneuvered the car into a spot, she bent down and resumed her earlier task on his hot zone. She licked and sucked till she felt the tension building as he moaned harder.
Zainab: “Do you like that?” she teased him.
Osaze: “Oh yes! I love it and love you more” he rasped.
They went to the back of the car, he did not bother to undress her as her skirt was short and flare, he pulled it up, shoved her G-string pant to one side and rammed into her in doggy style. Her Vulva closed tightly around him sending him into paradise, they both moaned. He bent down to fondle with her boobs while still banging her from the back.
Zainab: “Faster…Faster!” he increased his pace till he felt himself reaching a crescendo and crashing down in sparkles brighter that the stars. They came at the same time and collapsed into each other’s arms.
Osaze: “That was awesome baby! I never knew car sex could be this gratifying. Wow!”
Zainab: “That’s right. More so when you do it with a crazy lass like me. Okay lets proceed honey” she said using her fingers to brush off the rough edges on her skirt.
Osaze: “Yeah sure!”
They both went back to the front seat.
Going back home brought such memories of her husband Grace could not just let go. She would wear his shirts around the house. Stay at spots they both loved sharing in the house and talking to herself pretending to talk to him. She just couldn’t come to terms with the fact that he was gone and with another woman. Tears was her constant companion, she started ignoring even her children. Sharon was the one taking care of them, driving them to school and preparing their meals. She did everything in her power to bring Grace back to reality but it all proved abortive. As he came back from picking the children up from school that they, they met her weeping her eyes out with Osaze’s pictures littered all over the floor.
Sharon: “What are you doing with those pictures again? How did you even know where I kept them?” she ran to collect the pictures from her.
Grace: “Can’t you see Sharon? I am losing my mind here, everything in this house reminds me of him”
Sharon: “Yeah I know, I know it will never be easy but take a look at your children and take pity on them. They need you, they need you to get a hold of yourself! Will doing this make him come back home? He is enjoying his life over there while you are here wallowing in self-pity. It’s a shame babez”
Alex went close to his mum and held her two hands in his.
Alex: “Mum can you imagine how cold your normally warm hands are? These cold hands is affecting us too, since we no longer enjoy your warmth. Dad left, and now we don’t even have you too. Is there any difference between you and dad who left?”
Grace: “Oh son!”
Alex: “Look at Sandra, she cried all the way home saying she no longer wants to stay in this house. We now live with heavy hearts mum and I’m sure all these is happening because we haven’t been praying like we used to. Let’s pray mum, Sandra come here! Who knows? God might eventually bring dad back to us” he said extending his left hand to his sister who took it. He led the prayer as his mum kept weeping silently. She could not believe how much she had made her children suffer.
Zainab had asked Osaze to meet the agent who was in charge of his studio. As he arrived home, in the sitting room he saw Zainab’s cloth littered on the ground with that of a man, he walked on wobbly feet to the bedroom and saw her on top of a white guy moaning and grinding away with her head thrown back.
Osaze: “Zainab…”he yelled. She looked back and climbed off the guy slowly.
Zainab: “Thanks Mike, you can go now I will give you a call later” she said winking at the obviously satisfied Mike who jeered at Osaze as he passed him by.
Osaze: “What are you doing? Are you cheating on me like that you bitch?”
Zainab: “You call me bitch?” she walked over to him and gave him a resounding slap on the left cheek.
Osaze held his cheek bemused, he could not believe what had just happened, a woman laid her hands on him? His mind went straight to his benign wife, Grace…
Question: “What can you say about this latest development? Will Osaze still stay with Zainab or this make him go back to Nigeria?
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