hmmm...........A
married woman has told the story of how she caught her own husband
pants down with another lady in his office on Valentine's Day.
Today was like a lovely sunny morning with Tolu’s arms wrapped
around my waist. He welcomed me with a banquet of red roses after
planting a warm good morning kiss on my forehead. I was yawning when he
came into the room with a surprise of a red velvet cake of “Would you be
my Valentine, Moyo” inscribed on it.
My face lit up with smiles as I gushed and gushed. I beckoned him
to come close and kissed him deeply. It was the time I tasted the fresh
mint in his mouth that I knew he was ready to get to work this morning.
But why would he still be strolling round the house in underwear?
“Let me get you breakfast,” I said and tried to get out of bed.
“No,” He insisted. I brought you breakfast in bed. He reached for
the handle of our bedroom door where Inioluwa and Shade stood outside in
their neatly ironed uniforms, playing the role of Chefs, as they pushed
the trolley in and screamed “Mummy, Mummy, Happy Valentine.”
The joy in my heart knew no bounds. I stretched my arms to accommodate my cute sweethearts in a warm embrace.
“Have you eaten? Is your bag ready for school?”
“I have taken care of it,” Tolu answered. I will chauffeur them
today. I will just put my shirt on. “Enjoy,” he said. The aroma of the
fried eggs filled the air; Tolu knew how I loved bacon and hot dogs. In
here was a lifetime supply of nourishment. It was barely 8am and the
surprises kept rolling in. What luck have I had to marry my best friend?
After a few mouthfuls, I couldn’t bear to see Tolu struggle with that
tie. He had an important appointment.
I pushed the tray aside and gently placed it on our bedside table. I took every other thing on it off.
“Wait there, don’t you dare move,” I warned, sashaying to the bathroom. I was back in one second to help Tolu adjust his tie.
He pressed his hands on my rear as usual. This is our early morning
ritual. He, the helpless husband that cannot perfectly knot a tie and
me, the expert fashionista, making sure he slays every day. He rather
his hands not be anywhere than my waist while I try to strangle the
living daylights of his neck.
If Tolu could actually knot that tie, he would. He was always so
independent. Having left his parents immediately after Youth Service, he
was used to do everything himself. This was our own closure moment, in
the morning of every day. It was my insistence on his wearing a tie that
caused this.
Tolu, how he hated ties!
“Is this okay,” I asked.
“Uhmmm…yeah.”
“Better talk now. Before you will be saying it is too tight.”
I found the perfect length for him and stole another kiss from him.
“Hurry, the children will be late.”
“I will drop them off at Mum’s by evening. So we can have some me and you time.”
I smiled.
“Just Go!” I feigned anger.
I watched him leave. Taking the children and coasting through the
gates in the Hyundrai we both loved riding. If I beat him to it, I would
take the Hyundrai. It was a car we both loved and admired. I looked at
my ring and smiled. It brought back memories of how we met at a shopping
mall. I was bitter and wanting to get over another failed relationship
attempt and he was the man I shared the table with at KFC in Ikeja City
Mall. That was five years ago.
I don’t recall how we grew from friends to lovers. But love makes
everything beautiful in time. I loked at the Velvet cake, only a quarter
was eaten and the lovely surprise. When did he prep Ini? I wondered.
Probably, they had been planning this thing over the weekend when I was
slaving at the Girl Child Foundation. Or maybe they just scripted this
act yesterday. Tolu was a good writer and filmmaker. Who knows really?
I have to surprise him at work this afternoon. I really need to.
****
I picked out a red dress we bought during winter. We got it in
Canada where we were window shopping and found the dress that I could
not stop gazing upon. Tolu had to pay for it. It was quite expensive. I
didn’t expect that he would at least buy it. But, he did. The dress
fitted all my curves and edges perfectly.
I laid the dress on the bed and took my famous high heels to match.
Tolu loved the natural me but I still added an artificial glow to my
natural me. I wanted to see the amazement in his mouth when he saw me
swing by the office. His writing days were over, even though he owed a
printing press on the side, he was the Managing Director of the fastest
rising newspaper company in Lagos. They set up shop just two years ago
and had closed down several fraudulent politicians by their
investigative and feature pieces. I left home by 1pm. I really wanted to
treat him to some homemade lunch and wine.
I stopped by the store to order some grapes and I dropped into the office immediately.
I took the secret elevator, carrying the basket, not wanting to
waste time, I passed the secretary who was still attempting to pass a
message that I was here.
I acknowledged her but walked briskly and pressed the door handle.
It was in less than a split second and I could see Tolu eyes closed with
a lady who was straddled to his naked body. He was trousers and pants
down as this lady was busying laying loving kisses from his bare waist
and down below.
I wasn’t just aghast. I was shocked and I wondered what she was
doing. Her clothes weren’t off, only Tolu’s were off, pants down.
I screamed. “Tolllluuuuu…” and deeply went into faded darkness, as l fell to the ground.
***
Source: The Nation
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