My Hubby’s Sugar Mummy episode 9

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘’𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐘
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Kola was really, really pissed off with his wife’s attitude. He wondered at how she could have thought so low of him? Angrily, he picked a pillow and left the bedroom for the guest room, sank into the bed and pushed his back against the head. He had decided to leave Jumoke to her antics. He wanted to be alone; at least for now, because he needed to ruminate on what just happened between them. Wondering at where the suspicion might have originated from and why? He shook his head. Why would his wife suspect him with deaconess and not someone else? Why would she think bad of deaconess? Had she offended her in anyway? Is this the plan of someone, somewhere to scatter his home? His wife must have gotten some information from somewhere. There can never be a smoke without fire.

Jumoke’s accusation made Kola want to protect and defend the deaconess. Like he should take a microphone and go about the town, telling people that she’s the most decent woman he’d ever met. ” Deaconess is such a sweet soul and fun to be with,” Kola whispered. If only his wife could come down from her high horse and move close to her. She would gain a lot from her. She’s so humane and motherly; always ready to listen and help. And she doesn’t see herself as being older than anyone. Those attributes,coupled with her smartness and versatility in many areas, made Kola wish that his wife could be like her. Her husband must have been a very happy man in his life time. Deaconess is so matured. He wanted Jumoke to have that kind of maturity.

Kola’s thought kept flying back and front. One time they would dwell on Deaconess, another time they would settle on his wife and then go back to Deaconess Beatrice. Sleep was far from his eyes.
Instead, he drew mental pictures of several scenarios. One was the picture of how Deaconess must have looked when she was younger. How brothers must have fought each other to have her as a wife. Her husband was a lucky man. She still spoke about him with dreamy looks in her eyes. She loved him even in death.

How would she feel if she hears of his wife’s accusation? He sincerely hoped that Jumoke has not shared her silly thoughts with anyone. Someone that would make it a duty to share the rumour like wildfire. It wouldn’t be funny. To guard against that, Kola planned to warn his wife never to talk about her suspicion to anyone, if she doesn’t want to see a bad side of him.

He also made up his mind that by the next day, he would give her a stern warning about suspecting him.
She must never see him as someone that could commit adultery. He’s too sure of himself. Even if he doesn’t pray for the next ten year, there’s no how he would fall into sexual sin. He had God. He had mastery and control over his instrument. He had a very good sense of purity and would never taint his image for anything. If he would fall for any sin, it wouldn’t be sexual sin. His body had been crucified with Christ. He had power over his system.

Jumoke must be asleep by now, or thinking or even crying. She would be expecting him to apologize to her as usual by tomorrow. Most often, he was always the first to apologize whenever they quarrelled. He’d always treated her like an egg, always ready to please her. This time around is different.

With his mind made up, Kola picked his phone to read the bible before sleeping. His phone beeped at that very moment and a WhatsApp message dropped. It was from Deaconess Beatrice.

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𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚. 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆.

Without giving it a second thought, Kola sent a reply.

…𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂. 𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒚…

That settles it, Kola said to himself. It is even better. Once they wrap things up tomorrow and Deaconess travels, it would put a stop to his wife’s incessant complains. Deaconess would be away for sometime. Though he would miss working with her one-on-one, but it would be for good. Even if she would delegate him to do some things for her, it would be through the phone. Everyone would be happy.
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Jumoke was also finding it difficult to sleep. She rolled from one end of the bed to other and repeatedly turned all that had happened earlier in her mind. She asked herself if she had done the right thing by openly challenging her husband. Did she overreact? Was she supposed to throw the accusation at Kola just like that without having a concrete evidence? But doesn’t she have the right to know every activity of her husband to the last detail?

She’d never seen Kola react in anger the way he reacted today. Though they had always had their fair share of misunderstanding in their three years of matrimony, nothing as intense as this had ever happened.

Jumoke was scared that she might have overstepped her boundary. What if Kola start misbehaving because of the accusation? No! He wouldn’t dare do that. He’s too decent a man to mess up.

How she wished that she had been able to extract a promise from him that he would stop going to the deaconess. If not, he should at least give her the details of what they were doing together. Or, does he think she would go about telling people about their secret? Kola knew better than that. Whatever he told her wouldn’t escape the four walls of their room.

As it is now, Jumoke hoped they would be able to put all that had happened behind them. God knows that all she want is the survival of their home. She decided that by morning, she would insist that Kola give her the full details of his dealings with the Deaconess. That’s the only thing that would calm her down and make her believe that she’s still the dearest person to his heart.

Having made her decision, Jumoke rested her head against the pillow and wished for sleep. She opened her mouth to pray, but all that came out of her mouth were just soft, intermittent sobs. Her mind went back to Kola’s threat.
He had never spoken to her with such a harsh tone.
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𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆
Kola woke up by 6am. For the fact that his thoughts had kept him awake far into the night, he didn’t rise at the usual time to have his quiet time. Switching on the light, he remembered that he was in the guest room. Yesterday’s happenings rushed back into his memory and he frowned. Sooner or later, he would have to face Jumoke and they would either continue from where they stopped yesterday or begin on a new note. Either way, he knew he had to face her in the course of the morning.

She was already seated in the living room with her bible opened beside her.Maybe she was having her quiet time, he thought. Kola walked past her without saying anything. Straight into the bedroom, he picked his toiletries and moved back to the guest room. By the time he finished bathing, Jumoke was already in the kitchen.

By 7, Kola was dressed and ready for the day. It’s either now or never, he said and called out to his wife.

” Can we have the morning devotion now please?”

” Why the hurry?” Jumoke responded from the kitchen. ” Today is Saturday and…”
She walked into the parlor bearing a soup spoon.

” I have to be out of here by 7:30. I have an important engagement,” Kola said without looking at her face.

Jumoke raised an eyebrow. ” You should have told me that before now. I’m in the middle of something and I wouldn’t want to be distracted if we are having the devotion. Maybe you should delay your leaving for another thirty minutes.”

Kola shrugged. ” That won’t be necessary. Let’s shelf the devotion. I already have my quiet time. You can as well have your’s.”

Jumoke sniffed and turned her back. She was almost at the point of tears. Why is her husband speaking to her like a stranger. She’d never seen Kola behave like this. Maybe she should go on her knees and beg for his forgiveness. He must be hurting from the false accusation. She cleared her throat and turned back. ” I…

Kola opened his mouth to speak at the same time. ” I want to let you know that I’m very disappointed with what happened yesterday.”

“I’m also…”

” Maybe you should allow me talk first,” he said in a stern voice.

Jumoke gasped.

“Let yesterday be the last time that you will ever accuse me wrongly. I’m an upright man and I will always be upright. If you choose to trust me fine. But if you choose to do otherwise, it remains your problem. As for me, I will continue to remain faithful to you and to God.”

” I don’t like the tone of the voice you are using with me,” Jumoke said. ” I’m not a baby. I’m your wife.”

“But you behaved like a baby yesterday. I never expected you to act in such an immature way.”

“Dear, you are raising your voice.”

Kola raised his voice louder. He pointed at Jumoke. ” Listen and listen good, for peace to be maintained in this house, we have to understand each other. I am not in any immoral relationship with Deaconess Beatrice. Get that into your head. And while doing that, don’t make the mistake of spreading a fake rumour of…”

” Rumour of What?” Jumoke exclaimed. ” Have I ever said anything about the happenings in the house to outsiders?”

“Who knows? You might decide to start now. You’ve never acted the kind of drama you acted yesterday as well.”

“And you’ve never been as secretive as you are of late ,” Jumoke shouted, pointing at her husband. “If you are sure that your hand is clean as you claimed, then tell me about the nature of job you are doing for deaconess.”

“And if I don’t tell you?”

” I will have no choice than to make every one know that you are frolicking with her. I will tell the pastor, I will tell…”

“You dare not play with fire.”

“And if I do?”

Kola turned his back in an angry move. He picked his bag and strapped it to his back. Jumoke watched as he stormed out of the door. She burst into a heart wrenching sob.

Kola was at the door when he heard her crying. He paused a bit and stood at a spot. She cried loudly, and he felt a deep pain In his heart, as if someone was forcefully tearing his heart off him. He knew that he was not supposed to make his wife cry. He felt like turning back, going to her, drawing her into his embrace, wiping her tears and reassuring her that everything would be okay.

He felt like calling the deaconess and telling her that he wouldn’t make it. He would tell her that his wife needed him at home. He could go back into the house now, scoop Jumoke into his strong arms and rush her into the bedroom. They would land on the bed and dance the dance of passion. He would pump his seed into her. Maybe, just maybe one of the seed would meet an egg. Both would fuse and survive. And in nine months, they would have a healthy child, that they would name Oluwadamilare.

Kola was torn between taking a backward step into the house to go meet his wife, or taking a step forward to go and attend to the Deaconess. He shrugged his shoulder and looked forward. It would only be for today. By the time he returned, he would settle things with Jumoke. A real man is known by the ability to keep to his words. He musn’t disappoint Deaconess at this point. He will see to what he started.

TO BE CONTINUED
©Bosede Fagbemi
Kola wants to finish what he started. I wish him good speed.
Let’s hope he makes up with the wife.

The next episode will be posted by Monday. I have a couple of things to do this weekend and I might not be able to settle down and put things together.

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