It’s Another Saturday…#24
So the other day Oba asks me how I cope with two wives and I give him a pretty straight answer. I tell him what he wants to hear – that I’m having a ball, basically. Double the pleasure, double the fun. It’s not beans to wear two wedding rings. I think I deserve some respect.
You’re never going to hear me complain about my marital status. I love both women and they love me back. Case closed. We have bumps like every normal family. Jide tells me I’m living in a fool’s paradise. He calls my situation, in quotes, “a fucking freak show.”
I take no offence. He’s my brother and he means no harm. Besides, he’s been cynical since Honey dumped him. I honestly like her as a person but the moment their breakup clocks two months, I’m hooking him up with one of my friends. I don’t believe a man should hunger for a woman, no matter how fantastic she is. There are lots of women out there who would drop on their knees if someone like Jide as much as looks their way, so why lose sleep over one random chick?
I’m not your regular douchebag; I’m just always realistic. I didn’t write the rules and I’m not about to change them. I have a heart beneath it all, mind you. I honestly do love my wives and I’m faithful to them because they both keep me on my toes. Man, do I love the drama and double loving they bring.
Take for example, Yazmin. She’s cray. On a whole different level. She has plans to screw my life with her demands. I have literally spent the last week attending to her, hand and foot. Still, she wants an extra limb, the one I have been reserving for Tola. And she knows this but she doesn’t care. Yazmin must get what Yazmin wants or Emeka will hang.
Presently I’m watching as she weakens me with her tongue skills. I have always been meaning to ask her who tutored her in oral sex. I should ask her now but I can’t even speak. That’s how good she is.
I swear out loud as she goes deep-throat. I don’t think I can take it any longer, so I grab a fistful of her hair and push her away from me.
“Biko, it’s enough.”
The look on her face is not a good one, hence I hurl myself up on my knees, and still holding her hair, I kiss her.
“Baby, I gotta run,” I tell her.
“Just one more.” Her hand dives below my waistline. “Five minutes, I promise.”
Five minutes sounds harmless but I should know better what Yazmin can accomplish with it.
I move away but she holds on to me, her hand working the length of me.
“Just lay back and let me do my thing, papi.”
She pushes me and my back hits the bed. Before I can blink, she is on me and I am in her. When I feel her warmth, my lips sputter out something nasty that gets her laughing.
“Why are you doing this, mi vida?”
“Because you like it and I’m the only one who can do it the way you like it.”
And that’s no lie there. Yazmin gets me sexually. Tola holds me emotionally and sometimes, it makes for great sex but when it comes to consistent, mind-blowing mayhem in bed, Yazmin has no equal. And she’ll swear that she’s had only two other men in her life before me.
My phone is ringing. Tola is calling but I can’t stop now, not when I have flipped Yazmin over and her butt cheeks are squeezed in my hands as I give her a taste of her own medicine.
I bury her head in a pillow. If I don’t, she’ll kill me with all that loud moaning. And to worsen it, she’s mouthing off nastily in Spanish. I try my best to hold on but I can’t. I withdraw from her before I risk giving her a second child. She takes me in her mouth once again to finish the job.
The instant she enters the bathroom to wash up, I dash out of the house.
In my car, both phones are ringing. Tola is on one line and of course, Yaz is on the other. I glance at the house and I see her standing by one of the windows with Tobe in her arms.
“I love you,” I say into the phone.
“Pinche pendejo,” she replies.
I laugh and drive off. Forty minutes later, I am home. Tola is in the kitchen, sitting before a huge mortar she got from God-knows-where. She is pounding something that looks like a mixture of pepper and crayfish. The housemaid stands nearby, watching. I’m sure she has pissed her madam off and has been ordered to do nothing. I look at the madam in question. She has a malicious look on her face that has me wondering what I have done this time.
But she looks beautiful. Sexy, even – with her legs spread apart and her little baby bump beneath her t-shirt and shorts. I haven’t seen her in a week. Staring into her troublesome face, I realize how much I have missed her and her constant hassle.
“I have chlamydia,” she spurts out as she stops pounding.
“Chlamydia?” I go for a drink of water.
She orders the housemaid out with a quick gesture.
“Isn’t that like yeast infection or something?” I ask.
“It’s worse. And I got it from you because it is sexually transmitted.”
“Have you had any discharge from your penis lately?”
“For real?” I pick a bottle of freezing water and shut the fridge. “No.”
“Burning pain while urinating?”
“Swollen or tender balls?”
“Jeez, doc! I don’t have Claudia or Carissa…”
“It is called chlamydia and you freaking gave it to me and I’m sure you got it from your wife!”
“Well unless you got some other sidechick out there…!”
“Kilode?! What is your problem this early morning, madam?”
“I have a really bad sexually transmitted infection that can cause serious damage to my reproductive system or hurt our baby and I got it from you and you’re asking me what my problem is?!”
“Calm down, doc. Maybe you got it from your trip. You like swimming, so maybe you used the pool and…”
“Don’t be very stupid, Mex. You gave it to me! And now, I have to go on antibiotics which could cause me yeast infection and generally screw up my entire pregnancy! I hate you!”
She abandons the pestle and leaves the kitchen. I follow her.
“Let’s talk about this…”
“There is nothing to talk about, Chukwuemeka!” She swings at me. I break my steps.
“I did not sign up for this! It was supposed to be just me and you but now I’m sharing you and sharing STDs?!”
She walks to the bed, drops on it and begins to sob. I hurry to her and take her in my arms. I assure her of my love. I kiss away the tears too.
She stops for a bit and looks at me. “We can make this work, Mex. Three of us can but not with STDs flying about.”
“I’m sorry about what you’re going through, baby.”
I lie back on the bed and pull her to sit on me.
“Is there another girl out there, Mex?”
“I already told you there isn’t.”
“Then it came from Yazmin…”
“Yaz is not cheating on me.”
“How then did I get chlamydia?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, you figure it out and get yourself tested for chlamydia. You and Yazmin. And also get yourselves treated while I take a break from this ménage-a-trois before I lose my mind. I can’t keep crying like this. It’s not good for me and the baby. And it’s so hard because I need you. You used to be my best friend.”
“I still am,” I assure her.
She lowers to give me a kiss. It’s deep and passionate and for a moment, I brace myself for a long session of lovemaking but she breaks contact and rises to her feet. I suddenly realize she has not unpacked her things from her travel suitcase.
I sit up. “I hope you’re not planning to go away again.”
“I am.” She takes in a long sniffle. “I’m beginning to hate you.”
She stops me, picks her handbag and points at the suitcase. “Help me with that.”
“Where are you going?”
“Just get yourself treated. And I want you and Yaz to run complete tests of every other STD out there…”
“I have freaking chlamydia!”
“Fine. We’ll run tests. Anything else?”
“My box!” She points and I go for her suitcase.
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Someone is ringing my doorbell like a maniac. I listen to the sound while staring at my television screen without interest. Ekene and Saratu are too deep into the movie they’re watching and the box of fries and chicken they have wedged between them that they ignore the doorbell. Who gets so engrossed in a movie at 10am anyways?
I get off my seat and head towards the door, praying that it is not Jide I’ll find outside. It’s been a month since we broke up but seventeen days since we last saw. I still love him, even more than I did before but I just can’t be the Honey he used to know. I don’t even know who I really am. I have lost my mind, my emotions and generally my will to be the person I used to be or do the things I loved. The pain is intense and I can’t really explain it. I feel I have hurt Jide so much that there’s nothing I can do to make up for the pain I have caused. I am literally burying my head in the sand and it’s the darkest place I have been yet.
I’ve told him to move on and since I haven’t heard from him in a while, I guess he has.
I open my front door and the last person I expect to see is standing under the blazing sun, decked up in Casual Couture and frowning at me like I am responsible for making her break out in perspiration.
I lower my eyes to her feet and see a suitcase resting on the floor beside her.
Her frown disappears, replaced with a smile. “Hi Honey!”
She gives a curious expression, her head tilted to an angle to study my face.
“Are you okay? Heard you and Jide broke up. How are you coping?”
“Is it me or have you added a little weight?”
Her statement cuts. I have added more than a little bit of fat. I can’t comfortably look into the mirror these days.
“But I understand. When Emeka started cheating on me back then I did a lot of comfort eating and added some weight. So, don’t worry. You’ll get over it.”
“Are you coming in?”
“Bless! I thought you were going to leave me burning outside.”
She drags in her suitcase and stops when she sees Ekene and Saratu staring at her inquiringly.
“Hi.” She waves.
Ekene waves back. Saratu merely stares.
“I’m greeting o,” Tola pronounces.
“Hello,” Saratu mouths.
“Honey, can we talk?”
Before I can answer, she takes my hand and drags me into the kitchen.
“How are you, darling?” She holds my face tenderly; and if I am in the right frame of mind I would be trying to decipher how I became her darling overnight.
“You miss Jide, don’t you?”
I stay silent.
“Aww, I understand how you feel. I also suffered from Jide withdrawal for like twenty-four hours after we had sex.”
Is she kidding me?
“But I trust that you’ll get your shit together. Unlike me and Mex.” She sighs. “I don’t know if we’ll ever get back to the way we used to be. Like right now, I am so mad at him. Yazmin has given me some STI through him! And he’s denying it, claiming that I got it from my trip to Mauritius. I’m like how?! How on earth does one catch an infection like chlamydia from a swimming pool?! So I said to him, go and get you and your wife tested for STDs and treat yourselves before we continue our threesome! I have a baby coming on the way and God knows I cannot risk him getting an infection!”
Her shoulders slouch. “Honey, you look really down. Are you sure you’re okay?”
She touches my forehead.
She pulls at my lower eyelids. “Eyes normal. Stick out your tongue for me. Say aaah.”
“I’m fine, Tola.”
She takes my hand and tries to forcefully read my pulse but I pull away.
“Okay. Since you’re fine, can I stay with you for a while? Like let’s say two weeks. Until I’m no longer angry at Mex?”
“You want to stay here?”
“I know I should have told you before coming but the truth is I didn’t plan to bug you initially. I was actually going to stay at my aunt’s place but my cousin said there was nobody in the house, that they all traveled. Then I thought of my friends but I changed my mind immediately. If I went to any of them, they would start spreading gossip that my marriage is on the rocks, so I thought of that one person that would neither judge me nor spread gossip about me and we could have mad fun together…”
“And you thought of me.”
She nods with a grin. “I even bought you something from Mauritius.”
She pulls out a nightshirt from her handbag that has ‘sisters-in-lawv’ written on it.
“I have a matching pair in my box. You like?”
“We’ll have fun, right? I could have gone to a hotel but I don’t want to be alone. And you’re such a cool chick and well-traveled as I am. We have a lot more in common than we know, asides the Onuora boys. Plus we’re both heartbroken.”
I simply smile.
“So, tell me your spare room is free.”
“It is not,” Saratu answers, walking in.
Tola instantly puts up the condescending air she is known for but I step in before things turn nauseating.
“You can stay in my room, Tola.”
I lead her to my bedroom and let her in.
“Jesus Lord!” She gasps at the state of mess that is a result of four weeks of neglect.
“I’ll try to fix things this afternoon. I’ve been very busy.”
I part open the curtains to let in air.
“Honey…” Tola walks to me and touches my hand. “What’s really going on?”
I look at her. I desperately want to talk to someone but my tongue feels too heavy right now.
“Like you said,” I reply, “heartbreak.”
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
“And I’m done!”
Tola takes a pose and flings a wet wipe into a trashcan resting under my dressing mirror. The room is now spotless but not as good as I’d normally do it. Jide used to tease me of having traces of OCD. I wonder what he’ll think of me now.
The doorbell goes off again and I feel my tummy churn. Without a second thought, I shut my bedroom door. Tola doesn’t notice. She is busy undressing for a shower.
“I actually wanted to make catfish peppersoup this morning but when I saw Mex, I just lost my mood. The guy is just an annoying ass, I swear. But I love him like that.”
She takes off her bra using that skillful manner women use in taking off their bras. I remember I once had a roommate that could not only take off her bra while dressed but also her jeans with her panty still on.
Saratu barges in.
“That your friend is here again o!” she announces.
“The curvy one. She insists on seeing you and she even brought her luggage as well. I wonder when this house became a refugee camp.”
“Erm…let me see her.”
I leave the room with Saratu.
“Are you doing a sleepover I know nothing about?” Ekene jokes. “Fine chicks are just dropping in from the sky like rain.”
I open the front door and there is Mary standing outside. She is not smiling and I’m guessing Saratu must have been rude to her.
She reaches forward and gives me a hug.
“I’ve missed you,” she tells me, letting go. She doesn’t comment about my weight. Bless her!
“I’m staying for the weekend. Just to keep you company and to make sure everything is copacetic. Hope you don’t mind?”
“We do – actually,” Saratu answers. Mary puts on a scowl. “And what is copacetic?”
“Ignore her,” I say. “Come in.”
Mary walks in. Ekene says hello, she mumbles in reply.
“We’ve met?” he asks, recognition hitting his face.
“No,” Mary responds.
I make introductions.
“Nice to meet you again, Mary,” Ekene mutters.
I direct Mary to my room. Saratu follows us in.
“So, Mary the thing is the house is packed full. Tola just came in…”
“Yeah. She’s in the bathroom.”
“Why is she here?”
I don’t answer the question. “She’ll be sharing my room. Saratu is in the other room…”
“And there’s nowhere for me to stay. I understand, Hon. Not that I could have called you to inform you, though. Your phone has been switched off for ages. How are you?”
“No, she’s not,” Saratu butts in. “But wetin concern me? You know what, Mary? You can stay. I’ll bunk with Kene. I just have a few days left in this damned country anyways, so enjoy your weekend.”
“No, it’s okay,” Mary protests.
“You’re not displacing me, seriously. I’m only too glad to be out of this house because sisi here has been acting really weird.”
Mary puts an arm over my shoulder. “She’ll be fine.”
“Me, I don try.” Saratu walks out and we’re left alone.
“Tonight we’re going for Peace’s divorce party,” Mary says. “I know she invited you.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Mary faces me and rests her hands on my shoulders. “You will. I’ll dress you in a beautiful dress, do your makeup, fix up your hair and we’ll go and support a friend. I know you’re going through a hard time too and that is why I’m here to uplift your spirit. But I promise you that after this evening, you’ll feel a whole lot better.”
“Will Jide be there?”
“I don’t want to see him.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t do anything about that. You just have to manage.”
I exhale. “Okay. I’ll go. I actually got Peace a gift but I was planning to have it delivered tomorrow morning.”
“You will hand it to her yourself. Come here.”
She draws me into a hug.
“I don’t know what is going on with you, Honey but you’ll be fine, dear.”
There’s something about Mary that gives me instant peace. I hold her tightly. That’s the only thing I can do to stop the tears from coming.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
“Awww, you look absolutely gorgeous, Honey!” Tola exclaims when I step out of my room with Mary behind me. “I’m officially jealous.”
Saratu is busy with a chicken bone. She is yet to move to Ekene’s house. Right now, she’s in a pair of boxers and a strapless bra. Her hair is held up in Brazilian rollers while Tola helps paint her toenails. I have no idea how they bonded in the few hours Mary and I left them alone.
“Yellow looks good on you, Honey,” Tola compliments. I try to smile but I can’t. I agree that the dress I have on is lovely. Jide would love it, especially the length. He likes me wearing short things because he thinks I have amazing legs. But I feel fat.
“Don’t I look fat?”
“No.” The answer is a chorus from the ladies.
“Yeah,” Tola reiterates. “I would have told you if you looked fat. Go and kill them, bae! Honey for the boys them!”
“I particularly adore the heels,” Saratu comments. “When you come back, I’ll just claim them.”
“And your makeup is sublime,” Tola adds. “Please, Mary, let no man steal her from us at that party o. She will marry my dede whether she likes it or not. All this one her and Jide are doing is just yanga.”
Mary links her arm in mine. “She’s in safe hands. See you girls.”
We turn to the door and Mary drags me along. It’s dark outside and the weather a little cool after a long, hot day. I feel weird the moment my heels dig into the lawn. My skin tingles and the air invades my nostrils. I immediately have the urge to turn back. Mary senses it and she holds me tighter as we head outside the gate.
“Hey ladies!” Ekene’s car stops across the street. “Need a ride?”
“How does he always pop up from nowhere?” Mary whispers.
“It’s his talent.”
“You’re both looking great, by the way,” Ekene mentions. “It would be my pleasure to drop you off wherever you’re going.”
“Let’s go.” I tug Mary’s hand. We cross over and I take the backseat of the car, leaving her with a puzzled face and Ekene’s ogling eyes. He doesn’t seem to notice that she’s properly covered because her curves are in full display from underneath her outfit.
He is going to have a hard time concentrating on the road.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
Peace welcomes me with a smile that is new to her features. She looks radiant in white. Her cheeks are full and ruddy. There’s a contagious glow about her.
“Where is Honey?” she asks me, looking over my shoulder. I smile apologetically in response.
“You guys should stop this rough play jor. I will not take that breakup nonsense I’m hearing. You belong together.”
“Please help me tell her when you see her.”
“So she’s not coming?”
“I don’t think so.”
“That’s heartbreaking. Come in jare.”
I step into the house and realize I am a late. Everyone else is present, except Mary, and they’re already having drinks. I throw in a general greeting and take the seat Peace offers after leaving a gift bag on the dining table where others are placed.
“How are you?” Celia leans towards me and whispers.
She’s stirring a cocktail. “You miss her?”
“We miss her too…”
“I have something to say, everyone!” Peace stands, interrupting Celia.
“First of all, thank you for coming. When Celia came up with the idea of this get-together I totally kicked against it because of my beliefs. Divorce is not a tag a Christian wants to carry, let alone party over. But when I deeply thought about it and remembered all I went through with Reno, I was like, why not? I am basically celebrating my life here today. Eight years ago, I walked down the aisle to stand before a man I barely knew. I gave my body, my heart and my future to him instead of giving them to God and I paid dearly. I never imagined I’d be here today, doing this, but I am and I’m grateful to God and to you, my friends. I don’t know why Mary is not here. She was the catalyst that woke me up and I owe her a lot. In her absence, I want to make a toast to life, to love and to broken hearts being mended.”
Celia passes her a glass of wine. She declines.
“Just for tonight, Peace.”
She takes the glass and lifts it in the air. As we are about to cheer, the door opens and Mary waltzes in.
“I’m sorry we’re late! So, so sorry! Our dumb driver took us through one corner-corner road and dumped us in traffic! We had to use a keke here. Hope we didn’t miss much?”
I am about to ask her who her companion is when Honey makes a grand entrance in the most beautiful dress I have ever seen on her. My tummy literally makes a loud grumble that gets Celia’s attention. She snorts. I ignore. My eyes won’t leave the door. Honey stands by it as if she is uncertain about joining us.
“Look who the cat dragged in!” Celia exclaims. “Hi Honey! We missed you, babes! Come give us a hug.”
Honey walks in with slow steps and hugs everyone, leaving me for last. I don’t intend to give a show when my arms wrap around her, so I make it quick but ensure that I hold her hand afterwards. Celia conspiratorially vacates her space on the couch but Honey decides to go for another empty space right opposite me. I don’t complain. It’s perfect. This way I can stare at her as much as I want.
“Honey, what would you like to drink?” Bobby asks.
“Water? Nobody except Kate is doing water here today. We have spirits, wine, champagne, beer, even palm wine! Pick any.”
“I know exactly what she wants,” I offer, getting off my seat.
I dash into the kitchen to mix the perfect cocktail. I want her to loosen up. It’s been seventeen days since we last saw. I have been counting because that is the most I can do. She has shut me and everyone else out and I don’t understand why. From what I have gathered, Saratu and that Ekene guy are the only persons that have access to her.
Fam, that just makes me plain mad. The guy literally lives in her house. The couple of times I went there to see her, it was he who answered the door. He didn’t let me in at both occasions and he held this smile on his face that made me just want to punch the yellowness out of his DNA.
I don’t want to believe that something is going on between them. I have been trying my best to shut out that irksome voice that keeps telling me that the Bridemaker curse has returned.
I’m worried. Something feels out of place and I might have plans to swallow my pride and speak to Ekene. Maybe he knows something I don’t. I won’t accept that she has stopped loving me as she told me the last time we met.
Her eyes had been wearing a veil of blankness. She was sitting across the table from me in this dim, bland restaurant she had chosen for us to have dinner. I held her hand. I caressed her palm with my finger but she merely stared back and told me she had lost every feeling she used to have for me.
“What changed?” I asked, my heart bleeding.
“Nothing,” she replied and pulled her hand away. “Nothing changed.”
“So you’re sleeping with Ekene again?”
“Then what is it?”
“I’m sorry, Jide. I can’t do this.”
She picked her phone and purse and began out before I could stop her. I sat there, broken, angry and confused. She left me with questions that still need answers and I would have them tonight at all cost. This cocktail I’m mixing has always been her kryptonite.
I split the mix into two glasses, place one in the fridge and take the other to her. After serving it to her, I reclaim my earlier position and resume gazing at her.
“Before you ladies joined us, we were about to make a toast to life, love and broken hearts being mended.” Peace raises her glass once more as do we.
We salute to her toast. When I let my bottle of beer down, I catch Honey’s eyes on me which she averts straightaway. I also notice she has had a good gulp of her drink.
The evening goes by rather slowly, jokes are told, stories are shared and Honey loses her subdued temperament. She is into her second cocktail now, being entertained by Bobby’s hilarious tale about a client who pretended to go mad in court by stripping nude because she felt she was losing the case. I am not that into the story; I’m simply observing Honey. She has no idea my eyes are on her. She laughs out loud every now and then and I remember how much she loved doing that, especially when I strap her down and tickle her pitilessly. I miss that uncontained hilarity. And her lip-syncing skills and weird addiction for Choco Milo, or how she loved to be part of my morning shower just to hear me sing a Michael Jackson song. I haven’t sang since she left, though. Nothing is the same without her.
It’s almost 10pm and we’re having an argument about love and relationships. Everyone has something to say, including Honey. Her tongue is completely loose now and she has some interesting opinions about relationships and I’m amused.
Out of the blue, while speaking, her gaze drops to her phone and she lifts it off her laps.
“Excuse me,” she mutters as she hurries outside.
I go after her. I find her at Peace’s front steps and stop behind her. I’m just a hair’s breath away but I keep my space. The smooth arrangement of fine hairs on her neck gives me goosebumps. It is with self-control I keep my hands to myself.
“Come and get us in an hour,” she tells the person on the phone with her. “We’ll be done by then.”
I wonder if it’s Ekene.
The call ends and she does a swivel into my waiting arms. There is initial surprise and then a twinkling of silence as we both remain immobile.
Then she makes to pull back but I tug closer, smelling her hair, feeling the lushness of her breasts on my chest.
“Why did you take all of this away from me, sugar lips?”
I’m not looking for an immediate answer. I’d rather have a kiss, so I take one without asking. She only lets me taste her lips for a second before she moves away.
I see the defenselessness in her eyes. The cocktail has done its job; it’s time to do mine. I take her hand and cart her away from the front entrance of Peace’s home. We end up outside the gate where I have the car parked.
“Jide, Mary will look for me,” Honey protests weakly.
I open the passenger door, she slips into the car on her own accord. When I fire up the engine, she turns on the Mp3 player and makes a selection of her favorite party songs. I see that she’s in a hyper mood and I’m a little worried that I went too far on the cocktail mix.
“I don’t want to go home yet,” she tells me.
“My place, then?”
She nods, and does so to the rhythm of the song presently playing. Then she goes ahead to lip-sync to it, dancing at the same time. It’s Sia’s Free the Animal playing, a song I have heard so many times. But I am just realizing the song is talking about sex. I don’t even know what the lyrics are exactly; I’m more interested in the way Honey’s body pulses to it. Naturally, I am on my way to being turned on but I’ll control it. We need to talk first. If all goes well, anything else can happen.
It’s a short drive to my house. Honey is still pumped; there’s a party going on in her head, I guess. Once inside the house, she livens it up with the home theater, now playing some Jimmy Jatt party mix.
This is not what I had in mind. I enter the kitchen for a drink of water and when I return, I find Honey stripped and left in nothing but her underwear.
“Isn’t this why you brought me here?” she asks, sauntering towards me. “Why you got me drunk in the first place?”
I switch off the home theater system.
“I didn’t get you drunk. I just wanted to loosen you up a bit so we can talk about why we broke up. I feel there’s something you’re hiding from me.”
“I’m hiding nothing, Jideofor.” She keeps her eyes on my lips. “Except this.”
Her bra falls to the floor. I look straight into her eyes.
I hold her hands together. “I need answers. Just a few answers. I know you still love me. I know the breakup was hard on you too and it still is. I can tell by just looking at you. But what I don’t know is why you let go of something really good. What did I do that is so unforgiveable? Why was it so easy for you to dump me just like that?”
She loses her seductive air as her eyes grow dim. “It wasn’t easy, Jide. It was the hardest thing. And I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Because it’s best that you don’t know.”
“Okay, what if I give you time and you eventually tell me what is going on, will that fix things between us?”
“Jide, we’re done. There’s no fixing things. You won’t even want to be with me once I open up to you.”
“Let me be the judge of that, Honey. Let me stop loving you on my own terms.”
Tears instantly fill her eyes. She stoops down and picks her bra.
“I have to go.”
I catch her hand as she turns away. “Don’t go.”
She steps closer and shawls her arms around my neck, going for a weak spot underneath my ear.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers.
I have never had reason to resist her advances before and I don’t think this time will be different. We kiss like we have been sex-starved for years. We grope and fondle like wildlings. We crash into the nearest couch. When I thrust into her, she explodes, and I have to break for a while to let her have her moment. She laughs as the orgasm takes her. All I can do is entertain myself while I wait.
But she won’t let me. She drags me by the collar and forces me in deeper.
The feeling is bliss! That’s the only way I can explain it. I have held this want for a long time and it’s more than I can bear. The deeper I go, the wilder we both get, the more certain I am that I want to be doing this to Honey all my life. I don’t care what her story is, I am not letting her out of my sight again.
She has a second orgasm that makes me lose control. I try to pull away but she straps me in. History could repeat itself but at the moment, neither of us cares. The absolute ecstasy we’re both feeling and the elation of being together trumps everything else, thus I get lost in pleasure and spend myself within her.
Total stillness takes over. I kiss her while trying to catch my breath. Tired eyes stare back at me and I caress her lips until her eyelids close. It doesn’t take long for her to drift into deep sleep. I lift her up and take her into the bedroom, and then return to the sitting room to accomplish what has been tugging on my mind.
I pick her phone from the floor where she has left it. I make a ‘G’ with my finger to unlock the code and surprisingly, the picture I see on the wallpaper is of both of us.
I stare at the phone for a while, not knowing what exactly I’m looking for.
I begin with her call log. The last call she received was from a contact she saved as ‘Eks’, obviously Ekene. The call before that was from me, seventeen days ago. This explains why I haven’t been able to reach her since then; her phone has been off.
Nothing else of interest arrests my attention. I move on to her text messages and find a blank wall as well. What am I expecting to see?
I check her email messages next. I still find nothing. I put the phone down, more curious than ever. I guess I have to wait until she wakes up before we can have that talk.
I turn on the television to get distracted and it is at that exact moment she receives an email. I know I shouldn’t read it but my curiosity won’t let me act politely. I tap open to read. It’s from some doctor with a Dutch-like name and he is responding to an email she sent at an earlier time before we broke up with the header, “I am pregnant”. His reply comes in five lines.
I am sorry to reply you this late. I was off connection for quite some time.
Please, don’t abort the baby or stop taking your meds. The baby will be fine. I hope this is not too late.
Attached is a new prescription and recommended dosage, assuming you’re still pregnant.
Can you fly in for your routine checkup?
I feel my heart beating fast as I scroll down and discover the email sender is a psychiatrist. I tap on the attached prescription. It reveals that she is on a drug called Lithium. The name rings familiar but I can’t recall anything about it. I quickly go to Google search on her phone and type in the word. Google lists out some suggestions and top amongst them are lithium for mania and lithium for bipolar disorder.
I stop right there, afraid to go any further as a cold sensation washes over me. I know I said I needed answers but I’m not so sure this is what I wanted to discover.
I walk back to my bedroom and stand by the door. She opens her eyes.
I turn off the air conditioner.
“No, I want you here.”
I slide in beside her and she snuggles into my arms. The words mania and bipolar disorder won’t leave my head and I’m scared but I love this woman and I’m willing to bear her burden.
“Do you still want to talk?” she asks.
“No, sugams.” I kiss her forehead. “I just want you back.”
mi vida – my life (Spanish)
pinche pendejo – fucking asshole
sisi – young girl
yanga – to front
keke – tricycle
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