CHAPTER
2
“What was going on with my husband?”
I wondered. David had never been so lost in all our years together. He was
slowly drifting away. “God please give me a hint, what exactly is wrong with my
husband” I pleaded as tears rolled my eyes. He had left for work but I could
still feel his lost presence. For the past three days, he had been all look and
not see. He would stare so long at something but yet I could tell he wasn’t
seeing anything. He would make little or no conversations at home. He was
becoming a shadow of himself. “Was it the childlessness we suffered? No, it
couldn’t be.” I said out loud. We had gone past that (at least I thought so)
tears really flowing now, I picked up my bible and started speaking to my God.
When I was done, I realized I had been praying for almost three hours. It
seemed to me that God was so far away. He wasn’t answering, I would call for so
long but it seemed he didn’t hear me. My faith was too strong to forsake God
now.
I left for work after my prayers and
tidying of the kitchen. I owned a big book store that sold Christian books and
c.ds. I was really blessed through my bookstore. I always found fulfillment
just staying in the store and listening to people narrate how one book or
another had touched their lives and appealed to their situations. My store was
sometimes very full with lots of people buying and placing orders. I entered
into my office after greeting my staff and giving them a few instructions. As I
entered the office, I observed the arrangement of all the papers done by my
competent personal assistant, a young lady called Esther.
I missed my husband terribly. The man
I had married six years ago. The vibrant, unpredictable man. So full of life
and love. I still loved him, but I missed the old him. Now he had become so
predictable. It was all work and home shuttle for him. No unexpected visits in
the store, or unexpected supply of flowers. “Good old days” I thought. The
early stages of marriage, all the going to exotic places, summer trips, church
activities we attended together. It was really a wonderful time. All the church
members knew us. We were even nicknamed by some of them as the “HONEYBEE
COUPLE” We were always all over each other.
Mere thinking of
these in my comfortable office, the fuchsia pink flowery wallpapers, the black
leather chairs, the glass table and the beautiful flowers decorating the office
brought tears to my eyes. I had a red single couch, bought by my husband on one
of his business trips to France. All was still beautiful then. Most times then,
my husband would come over every one of his lunch breaks to have a nap before
returning to his office. He called it a nap, but I knew he always stopped by to
see me. “Sighs and more sighs” I couldn’t stop sighing as I recalled vividly
one of the days when I challenged him telling him he just needed to owe up to
the fact that he always came to see and not take a nap. It was really a
memorable time. Once in a while, my husband would come in, in haste and shut
the door, lock it to be precise. He would pick me up and make love to me on
that same couch. I would sometimes protest saying someone might come in, but he
knew too well to believe that. He would ignore me and I would give up and
succumb to his gentle and sweet caresses. He really understood me in many ways
than one.
His muscled body,
dark chocolate eyes, well chiseled jaw line. I guess those were the first
things that got me attracted to him. He was a man of great height too. An
overwhelming six feet five inches. Against my five feet seven inches. He was
very beautifully chocolate skinned. To even crown it all, he was a very strong
Christian. He had all is priorities right. I jumped when he proposed to marry
me like I had no other hope.
“Where had that man
gone to?” I asked myself. My store was unusually full today, so I just stayed
in my little office until someone came in to ask for help. It was my policy to
have my store closed by 8.00pm so that all my staff could go home and have
quality rest. No matter how full it was, today been no exception, we had to
close by the appointed time.
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On getting to my office, I noticed a
pile of work papers. I had a lot of work to do. Reluctantly, I dropped down on
my sit and started clearing my table arranging them according to their due
date.
“To my office Mr.
David, I heard from the left corner of my desk. I sluggishly stood up, put away
my suitcase carefully and headed towards Mrs. Alison’s office.
Mrs. Alison was a
beautiful young woman who married at an equally young age to a very wealthy
man. She was five feet and six inches tall. She had deep brown eyes and was
very slender. She was the owner of the oil firm as well as the manger. She had
really done well for herself. Her husband on the other hand was a man of
forty-five years while she was twenty-eight. What she saw in the older man,
only she knew.
She had called me
to her office demanding reasons why I had acting weird all through the week.
She asked if I needed some time off to rest. I had denied all her accusations
and told I was better now. Which was a lie! Owing to the fact that behind her,
on her beautiful crystal clear wallpaper, I was seeing those numbers along with
its dripping blood. “If we are done ma’am, I would love to return back to my
desk” I spoke up, trying to act normal in order not to increase her suspicion.
I really needed this nightmare to come to an end and fast if I must add.
Questions flooded
my thoughts as to whether I should tell our church pastor or even my wife. I
couldn’t think straight anymore, my life was becoming a puzzle that I couldn’t
solve.
I jerked backwards suddenly, as I
felt my face been showered with kisses. I came back to reality immediately, not
sure how long I had been gone. I found Mrs. Alison’s blouse unbuttoned all the
way down, displaying her bra and breasts. I had never seen any other woman’s
private parts apart from my wife’s. “Mr. David, what do you say, we have a
little bit of fun while we are at work?” Mrs. Alison uttered noticing my
surprised face. Before I could reply, she shoved me on her couch and started
trying to unzip my trousers. “What do you think you are doing ma?” I asked her
forcefully trying to zip my trousers and shoving her off my body. She began to
say things, but all that came out were those numbers. I couldn’t move. I
suddenly became numb. I just watched as she took off all her clothes and
started taking mine off too. I kept on thinking of my wife and the sin that was
about take place. It was like I had been pinned to the couch. Then as the
anticipated worst was about to happen, my phone rang. She sighed and urged me
to remain calm and not pick up the phone. I pushed her aside and reached for my
phone. She tried pulling me back, but I was quicker than she was. I picked up
my phone, and I saw the caller ID. “MY WORLD” I muttered.
“Who?” Mrs. Alison
asked. With a sigh of relief, I answered her smiling “My wife”.
