MY DAUGHTER MY WIFE
Episode 10
That night, after Madonna finished the bread and butter to her satisfaction, she sent me to the heavenlies as usual before we went to bed.
I kept wondering how my life would have been if I didn’t marry Madonna. What would I have done if after the first day we made love, she decided to get herself a boyfriend, and shut me out, keeping me aware that someone else was getting all the pleasure I should be having, and a cold shivers ran down my spine.
“No, that won’t even happen! I won’t let it happen for any reason” I found myself soliloquizing, even when nobody asked me to leave her.
I pulled her closer to me as I began to feel sleepy, I didn’t want to wake up to find her gone from me and have me staying without her in my bed for even a day.
When I woke up the next day, I was glad to notice that Madonna was still sleeping by my sides, holding tightly to my body, and making her youthful body glue to mine in the warmest of sleeping hugs.
I kissed her lightly on her cheeks and rushed to the kitchen to get her the things I knew she’d ask for, the moment she woke up.
Rushing off to work without preparing those things would also mean nothing good for me, because I would ultimately run back to attend to her needs, so even though I was running late, I had to prepare a feast-like breakfast for her, before I left home.
“God knows I warned you people about these fatty things you’re feeding a young girl of her age that is pregnant the first time, but you two chose to keep up with what you’re doing.
“Posterity will be extremely harsh on you two if you ever say you were not told” my mother told me when I bumped into her, on my way out of the kitchen.
“Ekaàrò iyà mì” I greeted and walked on, acting like I didn’t hear what she had just said.
Yes, I had to act that way because I was already running late for work and not ready to listen to another sermon that won’t take us anywhere.
“The house is mine, just like the wife and the food. My mother should let me be, and allow me focus on my job” I thought as I placed the tray besides the bed with Madonna still sleeping soundly.
By the time I was stepping out the house, I ran into the house keeper that my mother had given a day off, returning home. I talked with her for some time, ensuring that she understood in clear terms why she was employed.
“Okay Sir! I’ll do as you have instructed. The madam must always be attended to and given whatever she wants and whenever she wants it” she replied obediently, her full breãsts jingling as she bowed.
“Good. You may go inside” I told her and got into my car to drive to work, getting caught in a traffic jam that seemed intentionally tailored to keep me from getting to work on time.
When I go to the office, Chuks my friend and colleague was already in his office, and I noticed he was talking with the General Manager who had his back to me.
“He must be in his office now sir. I saw him earlier headed to the restroom” I heard him saying, and knew immediately that my friend was trying to save my as$.
I moved swiftly and before the General Manager found his way to my office, I was already sorting some documents, appearing very busy.
“Good morning sir” I greeted curtly and continued with what I was doing.
“Good morning Mr. Andrew. I called your office a while ago but you didn’t answer the phone. Why haven’t you sent the proposal for the new collaboration with Brownies Limited?” he asked me, making me nearly faint.
I had totally forgotten that I ought to have sent the General Manager the proposal for final appraisal before the main presentation that was meant to come up three days later.
“Oh yes, I tried to send it to you sir, but found out that my system had somehow crashed.So I had to begin the proposal again” I said, showing him the proposal I started working on, but left unattended to for days because of my mother and Madonna’s issues.
“Mr. Andrew, I don’t know what seems to be your problems lately, but you must understand that the only reason I’m being so lenient with you is because you have been very instrumental to the growth of this organization.
“Whatever it is that is keeping you from focusing on your job, please deal with it, and return to the Head of Marketing Department, that I have always known, or I’ll be forced to get a replacement, even if I have to build someone from the scratch.
“Let me have that proposal the first thing tomorrow morning, or you won’t like what I’ll do” he told me and walked out of my office.
I watched him walk out and wondered how the General Manager who used to respect me so much because of my input in the organization is now treating me with contempt because of the lapses in the discharge of my duties as I tried to adjust to living with my mother and my wife!
I decided to get busy and ensure I had what I needed to give the General Manager ready before the close of work because I didn’t wish to go home with any work to do.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t really done any research on the Brownies Limited project, so I worked all through the day, thankful that I had settled Madonna before I left the house.
When I closed however, I was far from finishing the job when so I packed my things and hurried out of my office to head home.
“Andy, why don’t you work late today and see if you can finish this job before you go home? I can stay with you until you’re done” Chuks my friend suggested, volunteering to stay with me, after I told him the situation of things
“Look Chuks, I know you’re trying to be a friend, but asking me to stay back when I’m still worried about the state of my house, since neither my wife nor my mother has called since morning, is like asking me not to breath.
“Plus, I don’t want my wife to really have to miss me so badly she considers going somewhere I don’t wish she goes” I told him
and made him prepare to go home too.
I rushed towards my car, and raced how to find Madonna watching a movie and smiling happily, while my mother slept on the couch.
I wondered how my mother managed to allow Madonna watch a movie with the volume so high, remembering how my mother made us wish we could stop breathing whenever she lay down to sleep.
“Hello daddy! Did you get me ice cream? I can smell the shawarma already!” Madonna said gleefully, giving me a hug.
I handed her the things I bought for her, and got a sound kiss for a reward, then I had to make her follow me to the room quickly to keep my mother from waking up to find our mouths locked.
Getting her to allow me work on the job I brought home was a big deal, because for some reasons, she chose to get clingier than usual that night, so I didn’t get to look at that job until much later that night after we’ve got down for a number of times and she was finally asleep.
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