#Grim
Episode Four
© Omotayo Olukemi Aiyemo
Would it not be for my advantage if she becomes truly mad? As in, living with a crazy wife would be less detrimental to my person than being a convict….or what do you think?
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I found myself trying to let my voice be heard among a group of people who were acting as if they were oblivious of the fact that I was there. How I got there, I don’t know and don’t care to know. But they need to hear me out. They need to stop pretending as if I’m not there, they should stop their game or whatever they are doing at once.
I yelled out… screamed, even run around touching them but they seemed not to feel me.
What in God’s name is happening to me? I’m I dead or something? Have I truly gotten to the end of the road? While we’re yet to leave the coast, has boat stopped sailing?…
I sat on the floor and began to cry, the urge to be heard felt so consuming.
“Somebody hear me, hear me out please… I’m alright..I’m not mad…he did this to me…he did but I’m not crazy just hear me please” I cried
When I got no attention still, I jumped up and began to yell..”I said I’m not mad…you must listen to me…I’m not mad”
I felt some hands holding me down…I felt better at least I’ve gained their attention not until I heard a familiar voice weeping and begging me to calm down, my mother’s voice. I opened my eyes and realized I had been dreaming, and only to see the doctor trying to inject me again while some nurses were holding me down.
The look on everyone’s face made me conclude that I have been speaking and acting out even from Dreamland.
I tried to let them know I was only sleep talking but just as it was in the dream, no one listened to me…not even my mother who wouldn’t stop crying.
I soon began to doze off as the injection became effective. I prayed inwardly I don’t pass from sleep to death.
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As soon as she slept off again, I excused myself. I needed to clean up my body and mind and luckily for me, my mother-in-law understands.
I didn’t even remember the meeting I was to attend not until I relaxed on my couch after a long bath and light meal.
“Jeeez!” I screamed and ran into the room to change my outfit as I dashed to the office.
All through my drive, I cursed inwardly. I cursed Olami and swore to destroy him if anything happens to my job because he’s the architect of everything.
On getting to the office, the secretary informed me that the meeting had been rescheduled as the MD was indisposed. She asked if I didn’t get the mail she sent. I didn’t, how would I have seen it with everything happening.
I was relieved…I entered my office and continued with the days work with little concentration.
“What if she’s awake and decided to spill the milk? Won’t I be in hot water?” I thought
I wrote to my immediate boss asking for permission to take care of my wife and it was granted. I left work and returned to the hospital to find Bisade still asleep. I asked her mom to go have some rest while I stay with her, and she agreed after much persuasion.
Bisade woke up later but refused to say a word to me. I begged for forgiveness over and over, yet she remained mute. She spoke a little with the doctor on how she was feeling but still wouldn’t talk to me. I needed to know if she had forgiven me so as to know what next to do.
When she finally spoke, I wished she didn’t…I was infuriated with her words and God knows if we aren’t in the hospitality, I might have done something worse than the present.
“Where’s my phone?” She asked again
“Baby, you don’t need your phone for now, just concentrate on getting better for us and we’ll sort that out later” I calmly said trying so well to keep my cool
” I need my phone, I want it now” she said raising her voice.
Why is the devil using Bisade again? Why is she bent on provoking me always? I don’t really like what I’m doing to her, but it seemed she’s enjoying it so well and wanting more.
“It’s damaged” I said angrily
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I stared in disbelief at Tade..I needed someone to confirm that this is truly Tade, my husband. The one that showed me heaven on Earth during the days of our relationship. The one that had promised to go to the moon and back for me if I accept to marry him. This man standing right before me is definitely not him.
I remembered how we started..I only liked him as a friend, but on his part, it was love at first and every sight according to his words.
He was two years ahead of me in the university and became a friend when I continually turned him down insisting I wasn’t going to double date since I have Olami already. Even while we were friends, he would buy me lots of expensive gifts such that I know he shouldn’t be able to afford judging from his standard. I wasn’t a materialistic lady, I was contented with what I get from my mom and Olami so I do reject them also, just like I rejected his love. At a point, I decided to end even the friendship if he won’t stop with the gifts so he had no option than to stop.
Tade would always want to make me happy even at his on detriment. At a point, I brought down a little the wall between us and began to show him care by getting him gifts on special occasions and accepting from him likewise.
I remembered the day he finally met Olami, he acted kind of weird, so different from the free going Tade I know. Olami even asked I stay away from him, on the basis that he acted like a person with anger issue but I defended him, insisting he was of no harm. How can he just deduce he’s temperamental at their first and very short meeting, while I have been friends with him for some months without seeing any traces.
Only if I had known, I would have taken heed to his advice and run far away from Tade and not rejoicingly walk down the aisle with him.
“Continue…yeah continue… think about him while I’m here, w***e.” Tade taunted with a smirk on his face bringing back to reality.
” Yeah…you think I won’t know? I’m not crazy as you…I read you like paper” he added with an evil smile.
With his words and expression, I would be so dumb to believe he isn’t doing this intentionally.
But why exactly he’s doing all these and to what extent is what I was trying to figure out until I heard him scream
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I began to scatter the provisions I had bought for her on my way from the office. I pushed down the drip stand and forcefully disconnected it from her hand. She cried out in pain and I felt better.
Yes I felt better, it’s either me or no one else. If she wouldn’t let me fill her head with good memories of me, I’ll fill it up with the opposite. All I care about is me being in her head.
I didn’t stop at that, I started pressing her down and soon we both began to cry out loud… Me, out of pleasure while she, of pain.
When I noticed some fast footsteps approaching, I began to calm her down with words while I pinch her underneath…she cried more in pain.
As soon as they rushed in, I let her go and started crying as I watched the nurses forcefully holding her down and administering some injections on her while she struggled with them.
” Stop with the injection please… I’m fine…there’s nothing wrong with me” Bisade cried out but no one listened…well, I did listen but I just do not care at the moment
To be truthful, I don’t know how I’m feeling about all this. Let’s just conclude it’s a mixed feeling cos I cry and smile both physically and within.
Just before she drifted into sleep, her now present abode, I went close to her, patting her head to make the journey sweet and sound I whispered some words to her
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“Will you accept my plea now, crazy wifey?” My husband murmured in my ear.
Is Tade not the dragon chased out from heaven? Or must he be with horns before anyone of you would be able to identify him as the devil himself?
To be continued…
