The Unfaithful Husband episode 4


Written by Henry Zibima

Episode 4


“Hope you slept well” he asked glancing at my upper chambers.

“Yes sir” I answered

“It’s alright then” he said as he walked passed me and intentionally brushed his hands against my b00bs.

“Huhh” I gasped instantly in shock. I was stunned, now this man has actually taken things too far.

He ignored me acting like he wasn’t aware of what just happened as he instantly went to his room.

It was no mistake, it appeared he was delibarately trying to make me know he wanted to have extramarital affairs with me but he didn’t want to use his words. He preferred using signs


It’s a Monday morning and the beginning of a new week. I couldn’t wait to resume at my place of apprenticeship. Aunt Jennifer also had me enrolled for evening WAEC lessons, at least I wouldn’t be at home always with her husband — who was on his monthly leave.

She would be busy through out this week due to the preparation for the launching of the new branch her company just planted.

She worked in a multinational industrial firm. And earned huge amounts of money every month, the working environment was also very good too but it limited the role she had to play as a mother.

She had very little time to spend with her family but she sure made her presence felt whenever she was around.

She is a very hard-working and caring woman. What I cherished most about her was the fact that she easily felt pity for others and she used her money to enrich the lives of the less privileged.

I began learning the tailoring skill my aunt paid for today. The woman who owned the shop seemed to be a very nice woman. She put me through on the basics and explained everything to me in the simplest of terms. The talking part was easy but the practical part was the exact opposite just like they say ” it is easier said than done”

I arrived home that afternoon terribly exhausted.Everyone was at home apart from my aunt, Frank had brought the kids back from school while uncle Femi was probably in his bedroom.

I had not even started the evening lessons and I was already getting worked up. It wasn’t going to be easy for me to manage the tailoring, house chores and lessons all together. I was highly fatigued and just needed to jump unto my bed and sink into the coolness and ardency that it brings.

It was barely five minutes since I lay on the bed when I was woken up from my nap by the sound of a soothing, calm voice.

“Esther! Wake up, my dad has being calling you”

I opened my eyes to see Frank who was now tapping my shoulders.

“What’s the matter” I asked with a fatigued voice.

“My dad has being calling you since, he wanted you to follow him to the supermarket to get some things”

“Hmm” I breathed deeply.

What is this man’s problem, I haven’t even slept for up to five minutes and he wants me to go on another errand with him. Why does he keep pestering me. Right now what I needed was rest!

I quickly put one of my short gowns, it was a bit worn but was still manageable.

My mom had gotten it for me two years ago for the Christmas celebration.

I met uncle Femi in the passage,

“Good afternoon sir” I greeted

“Good afternoon, please hurry up let’s get some things your aunt asked me to get from the supermarket” Femi said hurriedly and left to the garage.

I came outside and waited for him outside his car, he then signalled me to join him inside. I hopped unto his 2017 Range Rover Velar,

Wow! the interior was a sight to behold. From the seats to the floor mats to the steering and the navigation system was absolutely mind blowing. The air conditioner was on and that made the car even more classic.

It was the perfect environment for me to relax.

“How was work today” Femi asked

“Fine sir” I replied

“You look tired, it must have been very stressful”

“Yes sir, tailoring isn’t actually as easy as I thought” I said

“How about we stop at a restaurant to get you something to eat?” He said smiling

“Ok sir” I said, I couldn’t turn down the offer just like that.

And one more thing; please stop addressing me as sir. You can call me dad or Femi.

“I’m sorry but Femi sounds disrespectful. I prefer calling you dad”

“As you wish” he said with a smirk on his face.


After about 20 minutes we arrived at the restaurant, it was one of the biggest in Port Harcourt. Well decorated to the class of the times with very friendly staffs. I immediately concluded that the food here would be very expensive. Uncle Femi ordered a plate of jollof rice and chicken, and I asked for the same thing because I was divided between two minds after seeing the cumbersome menu.

We chatted during the meal, about my family, social life and a lot of other things I can’t recall. I had a nice time and it was a great way to relax after a hectic day.

By the time we were done, it was already late,the time ran fast like a cheetah. We hurried down to get the things from the supermarket. It was getting dark so we had to be very swift.

As if the meal at the restaurant wasn’t enough Uncle Femi also got me a perfume worth ₦7500. The scent was heavenly!

I asked him why he was being extra caring and loving to me, but my question surprisingly threw him off balance. It took him a few seconds to provide an answer.

“I… I… just want to see you happy and smiling that’s all” he said.

I didn’t care, after all I wasn’t a kid anymore. I knew very well what he wanted. Aside that, I had started to feel comfortable around him, I began enjoying his company… I don’t know how to explain it but I think I’m beginning to like Uncle Femi…


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