π§π€± Dirty Housewife π§ π€±
π Episode Seven π
π Patrick π
Later that day at the office, I had a rethink.
I knew what I did last night was a bit too cruel.
I love Nancy very much and I should help correct her mistakes not pushing her away.
Never knew she could be this dirty.
What do I do? I asked myself thinking deeply.
π Nancy π
“Oh girl…. Marriage life is showing on your body!” Kachi laughed as she sat down on a couch.
” Na you Sabi. So, when did you get back?”, I asked her.
“Last week. ”
” Last week? Haba! Since last week and it’s now you were coming to visit me! ” I exclaimed.
Kachi hissed. ” See, don’t be annoyed. I had a lot to take care of. So how is our husband na? ” She asked winking her eyes.
I shrugged. ” He’s fine. He has gone to work. ” I replied moodily.
” Are you okay? Is anything the matter?” Kachi asked once she noticed my mood.
I looked at her. “I won’t lie to you. Pat is changing every minute passing. I don’t seem to understand him anymore. ” I replied.
” What? How many months marriage? Ahhh…. No oh.
That’s too early. What really went wrong? ” Kachi asked and I explained last night incidence to her.
Kachi looked thoughtfully for a while before glaring at me.
“You must have done something wrong.
Yes. Try and find out what it is but wait oh, I hope you have changed from your dirtiness? ” Kachi asked and I frowned.
” And what’s that supposed to mean? Stop it… I don’t like it.” I replied, crossed.
” Oh sorry… I’m just saying. But try very hard to know why your husband is giving you attitude. ” Kachi advised.
” What will you like to eat joor?” I asked with my mouth pouted.
” Thank you. I’m not a visitor. When I’m hungry, I’m going to go into the kitchen and get myself something. ” Kachi replied, rolling her eyes.
” Na you Sabi. ” I answered, resting more into the couch.
π Kachi π
Hmm!!! I quickly covered my nose once I got into my friend’s kitchen!
I almost ran back.
Everywhere looked like some cows came in and had a big fight.
Dirty plates littered around…. Dirty cutleries…. Pots and everywhere was so dusty.
Jesus Christ!
Why won’t Patrick change towards her?
What sort of a woman leaves her home this dirty?
I stood, with my mouth wide opened under my palm.
How on Earth am I gonna take food from this place?
Gross! Never!
I turned and ran out of the kitchen.
*****Two weeks later*******
π Patrick π
My wife’s dirtiness became unbearable.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
She baths once in two days!
She doesn’t sweep the house! She doesn’t do the dishes.
She leaves the home unclean. And she smells!
I couldn’t even make love to her. I couldn’t sleep comfortably beside her talk less of touching her.
I tried correcting her severally but she only gets worst.
I decided to take a drastic move.
π Nancy π
I sat on the floor in the living room, scooping rice into my mouth with my hand.
The cutleries were all dirty so I decided to eat with my hand straight from the pot.
The time was 8pm and Pat was yet to be back from work.
Even as I ate,I was worried.
Finally,his car drove into the compound.
Minutes later,I heard the door opening.
I glanced up with a smile and my smile quickly faded.
Beside my husband is a beautiful looking woman.
And they were holding hands.
I stopped eating and stood up with my dirty hand pointing toward the woman. “Who’s this?”
“Yuck…so dirty ” I heard her say.
Patrick looked at me and pulled the woman closer to himself. “She’s Lucy, My new wife.”
He announced and I gasped.
What??
πππππ
Gbagam!!
Did I hear right??
