MY RICH WIFE
A Story by Ayodele Adeoye
Episode Seven
I was released after three days with an undertaking that I will never engage her in any violent activity again. I signed the undertaking knowing what was in my mind. I will only return to that house to pick my things. I am tired of the marriage that enslaved me. The day I was released, Kauna sent me N30,000 to book a hotel for her around Jabi claiming they are having a workshop that may likely not finish on time and coming to her sister’s place may just be impossible after the workshop. I told her everything that happened between me and her sister and how I was locked up for three days in a police cell. She felt sorry and promised we will talk about it when she comes to Abuja.
Her flight was 11am and by 12:32pm she called.
“I am in the airport come and lead me to the hotel let me have some rest before the workshop”. Immediately I left for the airport with a charted taxi. The same taxi drove us straight to the hotel. Kauna placed order for two plates of food while she rushed to take her shower. Patrick, there’s no any workshop anywhere, I came to Abuja just to see you. I have not been able to sleep since I left you. I have been having sleepless nights because of you. I became a regular adulterer, sleeping with my sister-in-law without remorse. All attempt to preach to myself didn’t yield any positive result as the force of lust became stronger than the voice of my conscience.
Satisfaction was written all over Kauna’s face. You better start going before she starts to suspect. Kauna advised me at about 3:30pm. I am not going anywhere, we will pass the night together here. She bought a return ticket scheduled for 8am the following day. I did that to see how Jocelyn will react if I didn’t sleep at home. When she got home and didn’t see me she called but I refused to pick her call. Fifteen minutes later she sent me a text, “Patrick where are you?”. I didn’t reply either. Later again she sent another one, ” I am famished, come and get me something to eat”. Can you imagine the stupidity of pride. A man you locked up for three days? In my mind I said, may that hunger kill you. I put off my phone and continued with Kauna.
We checked out by 6am in order to catch her 8am flight. I was with her at the airport until she boarded. Kauna begged me not to carry out my plan to leave the house. I consented because I din’t want to hurt her. But this time I won’t be a full-time house husband. I will pick up a job regardless the amount. I want to be leaving home and coming back in the evening too. I want my own income no matter how small.
As I left the airport I put on my phone and messages of threat from Jocelyn flooded my phone. I was not worried because Kauna dropped some money with me that could keep me on for few days. When I got home I showered, changed my clothes and took my credentials in search of work. The first point of call was the private school that offered me N35,000 before. We have filled the space but we will accept you if you are willing to work with us. We only have space in the nursery at the moment, if you don’t mind you can resume tomorrow since you have attended our interview before, the principal told me. I was happy and promised to resume tomorrow.
Her reaction when she came back from work surprised me….
MY RICH WIFE
A Story by Ayodele Adeoye
Episode Eight
When Jocelyn came back from work that day she began to rant, throwing words at me.
“Where did you sleep last night? Where did you go without a word? You left without preparing anything for dinner knowing I will be tired when I come back. You can’t provide yet you can’t keep the house. I can’t go to work from morning till evening everyday and you will expect me to come back and still enter the kitchen. I have been taking care of you since our university days but you never appreciate for one day”. These and more were her words.
I allowed her finish and asked her, “are you the wife or I am? Who is to cook, you or me? When we were in the university I was your errand boy, now I am your husband. It’s true I have not been able to provide but that doesn’t make you the husband or the head. I am making things right soon and everyone will know where he or she belongs. I have gotten a job and I will be resuming tomorrow. I am also moving out of this house soon, I have began to look for a smaller apartment I can afford. When I get it, you will either move with me or stay here and be married to yourself. For the period I will carry out all these plans, I won’t touch any house chore, cook or do anything in this house again. As for having s*x with you, I won’t come near you again to avoid police molestation but be sure you can’t stop me from doing it elsewhere with another woman”.
Jocelyn was shocked too to hear me speak in such a manner as I have never talked to her this way before.
Without saying a word she walked into her room. For three days we didn’t talk to each other. I resumed with Alheri School as a nursery teacher the following day. Our relationship took a new turn as I kept to my promises. I didn’t eat her food nor touch anything that belonged to her for three days. She must have thought I won’t be able to keep my promises but I did and one week gone I was still standing. She became restless and desired to know my source of survival but I ignored her. She got tired and managed to say hi whenever she came back from work. One week became one month and nothing change. It was better for me because I enjoyed a relative freedom for this one month, at least I felt like a man again.
Kauna kept sending me money and making sure I lacked nothing. When it became obvious to Jocelyn that I won’t stoop low to return back to my slavery lifestyle again, she began looking for ways to get me back.
For the first time Jocelyn swallowed her pride and acted like a woman. I was in my room that night when I heard a beep on my phone, it was Jocelyn sending me a text message from her room, “Patrick can I see you in my room?”. I waited for about thirty minutes before I replied, “I am busy now, I will join you when I am less busy”, I replied. I felt good momentarily keeping her on hold, something that has never happened in our relationship before. After an hour I joined her. “You said you want to see me, here I am”. “Sit down and let’s talk”, she pointed at the bed. I reluctantly sat by the edge of the bed.
“How long do you think you can do without me? You left home without a word, didn’t cook or do anything in the house yet you failed to explain where you slept. You owe me an explanation and an apology. I have something to tell you but you must apologize to me first”.
“Jocelyn, I don’t owe you any apology, you owe me instead. I maybe poor but I’ve not lost my senses. You arrested me for making love to you after one month of our marriage and made me suffer in the hands of the police and you want me to apologize to you. It is you who owe me an apology and not the other way round.
