MY WIFE, MY NEMESIS
CHAPTER 7
(Blessing’s POV)
It’d been two days since my mother-in-law was rushed to the hospital. I was still in bed that morning, when I received a text message from Darlington, my mischievous husband. I read the message and scoffed.
“I admit I was wrong. Please let’s talk it out over some good food. I’m coming home soon.” That was his message.
He wanted me to cook for him after what he did. He had no idea of what I had up my sleeves for him. Few hours later, he got home from the hospital and went straight to the dinning hall. The dishes were already set on the dinning table. I joined him there without saying a word.
I uncovered the plate in front of me to reveal seafood jollof rice, a big lap of fried turkey and small serving of salad. The delicious aroma was enough to make a person salivate. I knew that was his favorite. He was looking tensed when I joined him at the table without uttering a word but when I uncovered my plate, he appeared relaxed.
“So, you said we should talk over some good food…here we are. Let’s dig in.” I reminded him and started eating my food. He nodded and started opening the dishes in front of him. I’d placed three set of dishing plates in front of him, to make him excited.
“As I informed you in my message…” He paused midway. He’d just finished uncovering all the plates to find them empty. I thoroughly enjoyed the look of disappointment on his face. He was befuddled.
“Yeah… I’m listening.” I said without raising my head to look at him. I was busy devouring my fried turkey deliciously. I bet he was salivating already since he hadn’t eaten in two days.
“Erm, Blessing, I mean…my wife, what’s the meaning of this? Why am I served empty plates?” He asked me begrudgingly.
“There’s no food for the wic.ked, hubby. That’s what you deserve.” I replied him flatly. He gritted.
“I haven’t eaten in two days because I was busy looking after my mom in the hospital and you know it. I’ve been drinking coffee and just water because I was so disturbed and worried. I was able to come home this morning because she has finally opened her eyes and my dad is with her. I just want to eat good food, take my bath and rest well before going back to the hospital…tell me, do I not deserve that little?” He stated while trying not to raise voice. I could see he was trying hard not to show his annoyance. I chuckled lowly.
“You do not deserve it. I just told you now that there’s no food for the wic.ked. Your mother that you put in that condition, has she been able to eat anything for two days? You were even lucky to be getting coffee and water to drink, be contented with that. You can’t eat in this house untill your mom is able to eat.” I added the last part with a small smile. He snapped. He couldn’t hold in his frustration anymore.
“Are you telling me that I can’t even eat in my own house now? Haven’t you forgotten that I built this house? I own everything in this house. Has anyone in your family ever make the amount of money I used in building my mansion? You haven’t even seen that kind of money before. You can’t be the one to dictate to me when and when not to eat in my home.” He yelled at me but I nodded and smiled softly at him. He was confused.
“I understand your pain. I know a hungry man is an angry man. You’re free to say anything you want, I won’t take it up with you since I understand the kind of pain you’re going through. But, I maintain that, as long as I’m the woman in this house, there’s no food for you untill your mother can eat. And before you disturb me too much, remember your father is in hospital, is it time for him to know how and why his wife ended up in that state?” I informed him calmly and smiled again. He was irked.
He eyed me despicably, stood up and kicked his chair angrily, then walked away. I knew he was going to back from his bedroom, feeling more angered. Few seconds after, he trotted back to the dinning hall, seething angrily. He overturned my plate of rice and the remnants of my rice and turkey landed on the ground with the plate.
I looked at my poor rice and turkey on the floor, painfully. One shrimp was caressing my turkey and I unconsciously licked my lower lip. How cheap of him to take out his anger on my food. I rolled my eyes at his pettiness and looked at him with a gentle smile. I knew my smile always made him angrier.
“Why the fu.c.k would you lock up my bedroom? What do you think you’re doing? Are you perhaps thinking you’ve become the owner of this mansion because you succeeded in using your cheap dirty tricks to get married to me? Are you de.lus.ional or you’re s.i.c.k?” He yelled at me angrily.
“My poor rice and turkey did nothing to you, you know. Are you that angry that you didn’t get to eat the food, it’s your favorite, right? Oh, I didn’t know it’d hurt you that badly.” I said mockingly and he clenched and unclenched his fists in anger.
“Give me my bedroom key this instant. I need to at least take my bath and rest if I won’t eat.” He snapped again.
“There’s no sleep for the wic.ked. You can’t sleep in this house untill your mom recovers fully. Go back to the hospital where you should be. Don’t worry, I might bring clean briefs and singlets for you when I’m coming to the hospital later in the day, if I’m in a good mood.” I informed him. He seized me up with his furious eyes and I shivered inwardly. I was glad mere look couldn’t k.il.l or harm.
“Woman, don’t make me lose it. Give me my bedroom key this instant before I lose my patience.” He gritted out. I scoffed.
“I guess I should let your father knows why you want to lose your patience. Should I? He might be able to help me calm you down.” I teased him and that seemed to shake him up. He inhaled and exhaled deeply.
“You will regret this!” He threatened, took his car key and walked out of the house. I hissed at his retreating figure.
TO BE CONTINUED
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