Thursday, January 23, 2014
DIARY OF A CHEATING WIFE - 1
I am blessed with the perfect home. A wonderful husband, three lovely sons and all the wealth a woman could ever dream of. I love my husband, I care for him without the feeling of doing too much, I prepare the kids for school every morning, pick them up, prepare lunch for both the kids and my husband, I drop his lunch off for him at work, do the laundry (with a washing machine ofcourse!).
I am the perfect wife, I never complain to my husband or anyone else and I don't nag him either. My husband provides everything for me even before I ask him to. He is just a wonderful man....and I am a lucky woman to be blessed with him. I love my husband so much!
We own a huge property here in Abuja, we split it in two and developed our present 6bedroom duplex on one half. We have a Boys' Quarters that is a two-bedroom flat, with bathrooms and a kitchen each. For over 3years we had nobody coming over to visit and the BQ just stayed there with not much care only on a monthly basis. I spoke with my husband about renting it out, but he just waved the idea aside. He was against bringing in strangers who would bring in friends (more strangers)....and other reasons. I have nothing against my husband's reasons, I just didn't like the idea of the place "wasting".
A few weeks after, my husband came home in the evening and told me he had considered renting out the BQ. I was glad because I already started thinking my husband didn't love me anymore.....he never turns down my requests, that's why! About 2months after, we had tenants - two Corps members (Males) and a married man whose family lives in Lagos. I was so happy to learn that our new tenants were all men....women can never be trusted. though I'm a stay-at-home mother of three....I still don't like the idea of having female tenants.
I dry our laundry at the back-yard of our beautiful duplex, that's where I have the ironing board for Simon (the guy who irons the clothes). Our BQ is also at the back-yard...where our three tenants live. Damon and Osifo are the Corps members, Damon stays home on Wednesdays, while Osifo stays home on Tuesdays. Mr. Hamza, my Kabba neighbour as I call him, is the married man who works all week and returns home at 8.45 almost everyday. These gentlemen are the best neighbours ever......at least I can say that for Mr. Hamza and Osifo.....Damon, hmmm.
It's been a little over 4months since the tenants into the BQ, and it's been very peaceful. April 16, 2011....I was spreading clothes in the yard, it was about 11a.m or so on a Wednesday. I discovered that the pegs had reduced in number but I managed them, just as I was heading back to the house through the kitchen, I realised that the ironing board was missing. It couldn't have been taken out of the compound, so I decided to look around hoping that Simon failed to put it back in the proper place. "Aunty good morning"....Damon greeted me from the BQ. I turned around almost shocked as I forgot it was his day off from work, the door had been closed so it didn't occur to me that anyone was home. A few moments later, he joined me out in the yard and said, "I noticed you were searching for something" as he walked out of the BQ with the ironing board in his hands, wearing white shorts, a black vest....he was bare-feet. It was almost like a beach scene from a movie. As he walked towards me, I imagined him moving in slow-motion....he looked so grown, so matured, I never imagined he was more than 22years because of his somewhat baby-face, but looking at him now, he could pass for a 28year old young man.
I was far gone in thoughts before the charming voice of Damon brought me back to the ironing board. He apologised for taking it in the first place and promised it wouldn't happen again....ofcourse it was okay, it's just an ironing board. Just as I was about to get back in and prepare my kids' and husband's lunch ready, I heard Damon scream out in pain. As I looked back, he was holding his feet in agony...he had been bitten or pricked by something. Walking to him as he sat on the neatly cut grass, I was seriously hoping it wasn't a snake bite. The yard hadn't been fumigated since the previous month....I was scared of a stranger dying in our home. Getting to him, I asked what it was and he painfully said, "a scorpion, it was just here right now, can't find it again"...I managed to get help him off the grass and into the BQ where I used my scarf to tie his calf really tight and used a sharp blade to mark incisions so the doctor knows the area of the sting.
I got up and rushed out of the house to get ready to take him to the hospital, as I got into my house, I called Demola, my husband, explaining to him what had just happened and that I don't think lunch would be ready in time for his break. He understood and said not to worry, he'd call the family doctor to come over to the house. I went back to check that Damon was fine and to tell him the family doctor would be there soon. I ran not only into Damon's apartment, but into his nakedness....I practically ran into him, standing naked right infront of the door, just behind the curtains. in the bang of confusion and embarrassment that hit me at that moment, I got my dress caught in the door handle and hooked by a nail that was sticking out of the door. I tried as best as I could to stray loose from this uncomfortable hold, but nothing seemed to work except I rip the dress of the nail and the knob.
Just as I was pondering on how to get out of the situation, Damon came slowly behind me, his breath on my shoulder, he held my wrist and pushed my hand away from the knob, held my dress and pulled it out of the nail. I said thanks and tried to leave, but Damon stood in the way, still nude, I realised that at this point, what I had already done in my head, my body just found the opportunity to complete in reality.
For 7months, since Demola Jnr., our last son started school, my husband hadn't had the time to make me feel like a woman, not a kiss on my lips or his hands grabbing my ass...he hadn't even paid a mere compliment to my hair or the make-up I take out time to apply every day at 5p.m just before he gets home from work. I understand his job is so demanding but it's been 7 whole months....I am only 35years old and I still yearn to be made love to, to be admired, adored and kissed. My husband has not touched me in 7MONTHS....this thought kept replaying in my head as I beheld Damon's naked, perfectly built body right infront of me.
Almost like he could read my mind, he pulled me close to him and whispered to my face while he looked into my eyes..."you don't have to if you don't want to, and I will understand that you are a married woman, but I have admired you from the day we came here to clean the house"! He just reminded me of my marital status, what was I still doing there? I looked him with an expression that I would translate as "save me"!
.....I watched Doctor Toba clean and tend to Damon's stung ankle, he gave him an ointment to apply night and day around the affected area. After Dr. Toba left, I rushed to get the kids from school, bought them take-away packs from an eatery and dropped my husband's at his office. He kissed me and told me to be in the bedroom when he gets back from work..."I have a surprise for you Shinie"...that's what he calls me....what he called me!
Looking into the mirror, I saw how different I appeared to myself, I was younger, looked more vibrant. Was this because my husband said he has a surprise for me? or was this because.....the thoughts of Damon kissing me, his voice in my ears, his arms and fingers strolling down my thighs from my neck through my back.....was it because I had earlier been loved by a younger man? What if I don't feel a thing for my husband when he gets back home?......all these thoughts drowned my spirit. I thought about my kids, my family, the husband I have loved all my life. What if I lose all of this? My mind still goes back to Damon....as worried as I was, I couldn't get him off my mind.
I have within a few minutes of playing Nurse Nightingale to Damon, turned to Rahab the Harlot.
My name is Adeshina.....The Cheating Wife!
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Great write! Sitting here and wondering how it'll all end...
ReplyDeleteWOW.....THIS IS VERY NICE....CAN'T WAIT FOR PART 2.....AMA
ReplyDeleteread the 2nd part first....chai! she seems to be having fun. this her husband is definitely a slow poison...warrahell!!!
ReplyDeleteFrom 4,i had to come back to 1. Am officially addicted to this blog.*lovestruck*
ReplyDeleteHaaa! I jus started this..... ok na
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