#Grim
Episode Two
© Omotayo Olukemi Aiyemo
I stopped for a minute only to behold my husband’s motionless body resting on the wall.
“Jesus!” I mumbled with my hands covering my mouth. I rushed to him shaking him in a bid to resuscitate him.
” Tade please stand up, please” I cried silently.
Many thoughts ran through my mind. I had rejected me being the headlines but I didn’t reject it for my husband. Now the table is turned and it just dawned on me how messed up my life will be just days after agreeing to spend the rest of my life with Tade.
What else could be define as being unfortunate, if not this? No tell me…
I wept silently for some seconds and summoned the courage to alert the hotel management on how I had accidentally killed my husband during honeymoon.
Just as I stood up to leave, I heard my husband whispered my name. I rushed to him, holding him tightly as I let out fresh cry. I couldn’t just stop crying as the thought of loosing my husband was still staring at me. At this moment, I realized how I had grown so well in love with him and wouldn’t trade him for anyone, not even Lekan.
I allowed myself melt in his embrace as he patted my back, comforting me. I wept on, promising to do all that he desires from me. Yes, I meant every word I was saying.
* * *
I listened attentively to every promises my wife was making…and it gladdens my heart. I never for once imagined or planned any of this, but everything just seemed like a well scripted movie. Although I was hurt when my head collided on the wall, but I never fainted, a man like me don’t faint.
… I only wanted to see what her reaction would be. And I must confess, I am pleased, more especially with her words. The collision my head had with the wall was worth it.
I continued with the acting and it took awhile before we eventually got off the floor. I laid down and she wanted to put a call across to the room service to help get a pain reliever but I objected insisting I would be fine.
I was feeling much better now and the anger I couldn’t subdue then had been replaced with the love I had always have for her.
All through our three years relationship, I had been the only caring one. Maybe she loved me in her own way, but then it was insignificant still.
The feeling is undescribable, as I feel the love I had always feel for her rushed up to the surface. Now I truly understand there’s no greater feeling than to be in love and to be loved in return.
Things went well all through our two weeks honeymoon. We had great time and s*x…we talked a whole lot but we blanked out the moment before my “near death moment” as my darling wife termed it.
We had fun, so much fun, and that was one the best moments I’ve had with her. She loved and cared for me like her life depended on my happiness and in return, I loved her more.
We returned home and everything was still perfect, yeah perfect.
On exactly the night we completed one month in marriage, a message popped on her phone while I was with it. It reads;
Olami: YOU’RE WELCOME DARLING
Darn it! Olami again!… The same guy I had contended with for years before she finally became my wife. Does it mean the battle is far from over. Even now in marriage, I still need to worry over him? This is unacceptable!
This is crazy, definitely it is.
“Why does she still have his number? Why does she still save his name with OLAMI? Why was she appreciating him that made him reply in such manner? Is my wife cheating on me? As in, is she cheating on me with her ex? Definitely she is”
I just couldn’t stop myself from having this thoughts running through my mind speedingly without any hitch.
Oh my God! This can’t be happening right now!
“Do you care for a cup of juice” I heard Biola called out from the kitchen.
“Who gives a f**k about juice now, you cheating bitch?” I thought aloud
* * *
I heard him loud and clear, as I was already out of the kitchen and I need nothing to prove he was referring to me. I thought of the best way to approach this matter and resulted in talking to him about it.
I asked him calmly what the issue is, why the sudden outburst, but he replied only with an awful look.
I asked again, this time more calmly and I received the exact look I got before as if on repeat mode.
I noticed how hardly he was holding my phone. I recollected the night at the hotel room, the look on his face while he was squeezing my n*****s.
I understand the eyes, even though I decided to conclude it was unreadable then, now I realize it is dangerous.
I took a step back, and another one… another one again before he stood up scaring my life out of me.
I froze up as I watched him walked past me to the room.
What in God’s name is happening to my marriage of just one month? What could I have done wrong now?”
I couldn’t gather the courage to go meet him in the room to apologise for what I don’t even know yet so I sat right at the spot he just left to think about my life, my marriage.
***
“Even though I’m trying my hardest not to be violent, my wife is pushing me off limits. We aren’t courting anymore, we’re married for crying out loud and I’m done fighting for her. I can’t not anymore.”
I walked back to the sitting room to try talking to her about it, maybe it will ease this anger and hate that’s almost breaking me and she was startled at my sight thereby dropping off her phone.
I picked it up slowly and realized she was trying to reply that same OLAMI before I came in.
What The Hell?!!!
* * *
Before I could say Jack in explanation, for the first time in my life, I received a terrible slap that sent out all signals off my head from the man I vowed to spend the rest of my life with.
To be continued…
