FRENEMY - Episode 3

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - a glass of expensive red wine, advances at his wife, She scurried out of his office, red velvet monochrome gown, a fight with your husband, under hypnotism of some sort, didn’t seem judgemental.

My dear, you better shine your eye! (Be smart!) If Sammy likes you that much abeg no dull!” said Mimi as she sipped a glass of expensive red wine. She was holding her wine glass in one hand while she held her phone on the other. “Mimi! But I am married; I can’t encourage Sammy to continue his advances. I am just fond of him,” Itohan explained at the other end of the receiver. “Madam, if you don’t like him, just direct him my way. Look, all I am saying is that since Nosa is giving you tough time, why not just loosen up a bit… after all, Sammy isn’t asking for sex. Besides, only God know how many girls Nosa is sleeping with.” “Mimi!” “Don’t Mimi me, I know what I am saying” “I know Mimi, but …” “No buts, just have fun, if your husband comes back, cut Sammy off, it’s really that simple,” Mimi advised. Itohan reasoned with her and replied, “That’s true, thanks for always listening to me.” to which Mimi replied, “Anytime!” The receiver went dead and Mimi scoffed. She was disgusted that Itohan was always whining about one thing or the other.

Nosa was a mess by the time he got to the office. He was losing concentration at work and all he craved were the comforting words of his wife, Itohan. He missed how she cuddled him and made him rest on her bosom while she spoke comforting words into his ears. Although he was still angry with her for ignoring him totally and focusing squarely on her business; he was also confused because she seemed happier these days. He didn’t understand how she could smile when they had become like intimate strangers.

The previous night, he had seen a white rose flower he didn’t recognize on the table. He knew it was a gift from someone to his wife; it made him restless and jealous to think that other men were making advances at his wife. He thought of asking her about it but ended up saying nothing to her to save his bruised ego. He wasn’t sure how she was going to respond to his query since they hardly said anything to each other.

“Sir, you have …” “Who told you to enter my office?” Nosa yelled at his secretary who had entered his office to inform him about his visitors. “But sir…” she continued; “Get the hell out of my office and stay out!” Nosa barked at her. She scurried out of his office and shut the door behind her. He slammed his fist on the table and said in anger, “I’d be damned if Itohan is cheating on me!” Deep down he knew he had no right to demand faithfulness from Itohan since he wasn’t faithful either. He didn’t want Itohan to eat from the plate he was eating from; the thought of another man touching her killed him inside.

Itohan double checked herself in the standing mirror in her closet. She liked the dress Sammy bought for her and it was a perfect fit. She couldn’t remember the last time Nosa got her a gift, sadness threatened to overshadow the smile she had on her face. “I won’t allow him spoil my mood,” she mumbled.  She walked to the kitchen and stole a glance at her husband who was engrossed in his laptop, obviously working. Like Mimi advised, she vowed to ignore him until the silence became too deafening for him to bear. She wondered what Sammy would say about her look today. It was a Saturday and she planned on spending the entire day with him.

Nosa who was sitting in the living room pretending to be engrossed in what he was doing on his laptop was fighting hard to control his emotions. He stared hard at the screen of his laptop but the thought of Itohan who was dressed in a fine red velvet monochrome gown filled his thought. He was used to being her mirror; after dressing up, she would swirl in front of him several times to determine if he liked her outfit. Often times he did, but now, she hardly ever asked his opinion about anything let alone her dressing. They were drifting further apart and he hated that he couldn’t do anything about it. Nosa wasn’t accustomed to explaining and opening up to anyone, he fell for Itohan because she was the first woman he told his worse fears and she didn’t seem judgemental. The reverse was the case now as every little thing he said was greeted with nagging from her; she just seemed judgemental, critical and callous as the day went by. He wondered how he was going to confess to her about his affair with Mercy without her leaving him.

“Itohan, where are you going to on a Saturday morning,” Nosa asked as Itohan made to walk through the front door. She turned and replied, “My supermarket of course.” “Even on a Saturday? What about my meal?” he asked. “When I prepared your meals in the past, I ended up eating it all by myself, so I decided to stop since obviously you are eating from somewhere else,” she resorted. Nosa was taken aback by her response which wasn’t entirely untrue. He couldn’t remember the last time he sat with her and ate food she prepared. He wasn’t about to let her win, against his better judgement, he ordered her to go back to the kitchen to prepare his meal unless she was going nowhere. The argument became heated and for the first time in 5 long years of their marriage, he slapped her hard and unleashed his wrath on her. With bruises and tears, Itohan prepared her husband’s food while cursing him beneath her breath. She was so pained that the thought of bathing him in the hot water she used to make ‘eba’, felt appealing for a second.

Nosa was disappointed in himself, the last thing he vowed to do in his entire life was raise his hand to hit a woman, especially his wife. “Damn! She provoked me!” he swore under his breathe. As if in a conversation with himself, “That’s still not enough, and I am sure you know that,” he reasoned. “I know,” he answered back aloud in regret. The words of Mercy shattered the remorse he was starting to feel in his heart; “She is taking you for granted, she needs to be taught a lesson. Trust me, some women like that stupid wife of yours needs to get the beating of her life to come to her senses.” He thought of that for a while and shrugged his shoulders, waving off any remorse he felt at the beginning. “After all, if I didn’t teach her a lesson, she probably won’t be in the kitchen by now,” he added before making his way to the dining table where he met his food but Itohan was gone.

Sammy gathered Itohan in his arms and comforted her; he gently tended to the bruises on her face and arms. She recounted the day’s event to Sammy amidst tears and anger; she wholly poured out her heart to Sammy. All through her outburst, Sammy was quiet, he didn’t badmouth Nosa neither did he proffer solutions. He just listened. That was the one thing Itohan liked about him, he listened to her whenever she had anything to say, and he never offered his opinion unless she asked for it. She wished her husband was like that.

Nosa drove to Mercy’s apartment and told her all that transpired between him and his wife. She applauded him and told him he did the right thing by beating her. In Mercy’s arms, Nosa was inclined to see evil as good and good as weakness. It was like he was under hypnotism of some sort. He had wanted to tell Itohan earlier about everything and seek her forgiveness but the fact that she had become careless and nonchalant made him keep his mouth shut. As he waited for Mercy to bring him his meal, he wondered if Itohan was in the arms of another man. He couldn’t bear the thought of another man hugging her let alone sleeping with her. He met Itohan a virgin and wanted to be the only man who satisfied her sexual needs. With the events of the past weeks and months, he wasn’t sure if that was the case now. He suspected she was having an affair but kept it to himself.

Itohan was startled when her phone rang. She had fallen asleep in Sammy’s arms who also was asleep. She got up gently and went outside to receive a call from Mimi. After exchanging pleasantries, Mimi’s question startled itohan as she fumbled with answers in her mind. “What’s wrong? Did you have a fight with your husband?” “How did you know?” “Just answer me, I kind of sensed something was wrong that’s why I called you,” Mimi said.

Itohan explained everything to Mimi whose only responses were, “Really? Eeya! Awaa! (God forbid).” She advised Itohan to also teach her husband a lesson; they plotted out her revenge strategy and ended their conversation.

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Written by:
Hope Obamwonyi

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