MY DAUGHTER MY WIFE
Episode 9
“Iyà mì, I know you have the best of intentions for me, I also know that you’re only doing what you’re doing in my best interest, but iyà mì, I’m a man now not your young adolescent son that you had to be so firm on, to keep from going wayward.
“You’ve got to treat me better and allow me do certain things my own way. How could you have sent the house keeper in my house away without first consulting with me?” I asked my mother.
“Oh! So I now have to take permission from my son before I think of how to restore him to sanity?” my mother asked me in ãnger, making me involuntarily dodge a slap that I expected but didn’t come
“Oh please stop this mother! Are you saying that I’m insàne? Are you by chance calling me insàne because I have chosen to do the right thing for once, to make the woman I call wife feel comfortable enough to keep my home?
“When Jane, my ex wife ran away from home, abandoning the children and our marriage, you blamed me for not being able to keep my home.
“You said I didn’t have a good choice of wife, and even after marriage, you made her always know how much you detèsted people from her tribe.
“I didn’t wish to return from work at the end of the day’s work back then because I was afraid of being the one to receive her comeback for your attàcks on her. You weren’t living with me then,but you were always calling to ensure you made her feel your hàtred and heat
“At the end mother, a big gap began to form between us, and before long, she was too tired to remain under my roof, while she sought sxxual satisfaction in the hands of her lover, so she left.
“Now mother, I know I shouldn’t have, but I continued to sleep with Madonna because she threàtened to expose the secret of what happened on the day I got home drunk and made love to her, making her a woman, but I did.
“I continued to sleep with her not totally because of what she said, but because of love everything about her and the things she does to me in bed.
“I married Madonna not truly because she’s having my first biological seed in her, but because she makes me feel like a man, she’s the only woman that makes my pulse racing whenever I see or hear her voice.
“Iyà mì, that girl makes me want to come home at the end of the day’s work, and make me want to do all I can to keep my family running smoothly.
“I understand that she may not be doing things the way you want, but please understand that she didn’t grow up under your tutelage to know exactly how you want things.
“So all I’m asking is that you take it easy with her. Please learn to let her do things the way she wants, especially now that she’s pregnant and let me be able to concentrate on my job” I told my mother.
“Are you through? I mean, are you done talking Andrew? So because you couldn’t control Jane, the sèx manïac you got for a wife, and she had to run out of her home because of SËX, I’m to shoulder the blame of your failed marriage right?
“And because she left a daughter that’s her complete replica, another sèx manïac, you let your uncontrolled self wander to so much f0olery that you found yourself buried in between her thighs, and made her a woman like you claimed, it is now right to assume everything is okay?
“Then again, in your stüpidity, you chose to keep going to bed with a girl the cursed woman you married from an irrèsponsible home, gave birth to, until she got pregnant,and you think it’s excusable?
“You got my hands tied into allowing you marry her until the child is weaned, only for you to become so ràndy and suddenly become so irrèsponsible that you no longer sit yourself in your office, running home at every slight opportunity to come screàm like a lunàtic while she bangs the wall, almost as if you two have no idea that others live in this house, and you think I have to still allow her eat as unrestrainedly as she is in bed?
“I won’t let you keep misbehaving Andrew. I gave birth to you, and raised you and your siblings singlehandedly after your father left us. I wknt let you keep acting f0olishly.
“I didn’t bring you up to be this way. You must get a grip of yourself and snap out of this path of destrûction you’re speeding on top gears towards” my mother said, placing a hand on his shoulder, making me so confused an troubled.
My mother didn’t need to remind me before I knew that I wasn’t brought up in a home where immorality was encouraged or tolerated, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to explain to my mother what Madonna meant to me, and how she affects me.
How would I explain to her? How can I make her see that my world now revolves around Madonna?
For one, she was carrying my baby, I have married her legally, and most importantly, she’s the only woman that knows how best to treat me in bed.
“I can’t stay a day without her doing those things to me, but I still can’t trade my mother for anything. What can I do now?” I thought as my mother kept looking at me, waiting for me to stay something.
“But iyà mì, she’s my wife now and she’s pregnant. I don’t want her feeling or seeing the need to miss my absence when I leave for work.
“For my sake mother, can you please condone her? Can you please not make her want to call me back from work and make me face the risk of losing my job?
“My boss has already started complaining about my frequent disappearance from the office. Please iyà mì, I don’t want to lose my job because it’ll affect all of us” I told my mother and noticed that she relaxed somewhat.
I know my mother so well, so I knew telling her about the challenges that I was begiining to face in my place of work would certainly do he job, and yes, it did it!
“You know what Andrew? I think I need to let you do what you like to do now. Go on and keep making her behave as she wills because she has you wrapped between her fingers, or is it her thighs now?
“I won’t be the one you blame tomorrow as the reason you lost your job. So go ahead and stay all day in between her thighs” my mother said before she left me in the sitting room.
I didn’t quite like the way the discussion ended, but I felt better, knowing that my mother understood how important Madonna was to me and she was willing to let peace reign.
My mother may be màd at me, but she’s my mother after all, I know how to make her calm down in the long run. I just needed Madonna to see that I could give her the world and make the earth hers just for the asking.
When I returned to the room, Madonna was still sleeping, and I was thankful that she was truly exhausted before I left the room to go talk with my mother.
I tried to kiss her goodnight and go to sleep, but she stirred, and held my head as she stretched lazily.
“I want to eat. Please get me bread and butter, I want a bottle of very cold coca cola too” she told me, pouting like an offended little child.
But my Donna, didn’t îyà say you shouldn’t eat butter for now?” I asked, and she got màd.
“Oh did she say so? Fine, I won’t eat again in this house. Since at every point in this house, she has to decide what I do and what I don’t, I may as well have to do everything she wants me to do.
“She most certainly don’t want me making love to you, so starting this night, I’m going to keep acting according to her dictates” she told me, making my heart jump.
“Come on my Donna! You know I’ll give you whatever you want, I was only reminding you of what she said…” I was till saying, but she cut in.
“Of course, that’s why I also reminded you that she doesn’t want me in your bed. In fact I’m leaving this room now. I’ll return to the children’s room” she threàtened and began to come down from the bed.
“Please please please my Donna, I’m sorry for mentioning it. I’ll just go to the kitchen and get you what you want now.
“Come on, loosen up, it’s me!” I told her, pulling her cheek, and getting her to give me not just a smile but a sound kiss before I rushed to the kitchen to get her what she wanted.
I even got her the jar of mayonnaise, in case she wanted to add it to the bread too.
My mother saw me crossing from the kitchen to my room, with the tray full of the things I had gone for, and shook her head. Luckily, she didn’t say anything or try to stop me from taking the things to my room.
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*TO BE CONTINUED
Madonna is fooling you Andrew be wise