MOTHER IN-LAW - Episode 4

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Muri Okunola Park, 8: 45 pm
Mrs. Asibong could not wait to hear from Janet about how things went down at their honeymoon. As soon as Emanuel and Janet were back to the country, she placed a call to have a meeting with her. Their usual joint, Muri Okunola Park, was their rendezvous point. A day after their return to Nigeria, sex was still great between the two of them, Janet could not help but whisper thanks for the ribbon her mother in-law gave her.

To be stealth about their regular meeting to the park, Janet used a taxi, while Mrs. Asibong used a rented car. Janet was all smiles when she saw her mother in-law. With a half run, she advanced toward her and embraced her happily. There was some look of dejection and discontent on Mrs. Asibong’s face, but Janet was too enraptured to spare a thought for that. “How did it go in Monaco?” Mrs. Asibong asked impatiently. “He was a tiger in bed!” an enthralled Janet replied. She was almost air borne as she spoke. Her eyes emitted joy and her tongue let out living breaths of peace. “He was something else, mommy. I don’t know what he was like before the ribbon, but I like what he is now. I look forward to night time with great expectation!”

Mrs. Asibong flashed a plastic smile, afraid to tell Janet what would soon follow. “I am happy for you Janet. Such performance in the bedroom is very important to us ladies in marriage… So, how is he? Has he complained about his health since then.” “No ma, he is healthy and strong as a stallion.” “I am glad it all worked out well, Janet… If he gets to complain about anything, do not hesitate to let me know. I will make sure I find a solution to whatever the problem may be, okay?” “Thanks a lot ma. You are one in a million mother in-law… I got you a gift in Paris. I couldn’t pass up the chance to buy you this,” Janet said rummaging in her handbag. From her handbag, she removed a wrapped gift and handed it to her mother in-law.

“What’s in the gift pack?” Mrs. Asibong asked, smiling. She could not wait, she had to unwrap the gift pack. What the torn gift wrapper revealed was a bottle of ‘Tom Ford’ deodorant. “How did you know Janet? I just exhausted my last bottle! You are such a darling.” She took Janet in her hands for a warm embrace. “I am glad you like it. At some point I was caught in-between Tom Ford and Valentino Uomo…” Mrs. Asibong lowered her head in palpable grief as soon as Janet mentioned Valentino Uomo. “Mommy what is it? Is it something I said?” Janet asked, looking very concerned.

Mrs. Asibong reached for her handkerchief and wiped off a few beads of tears in the corners of her eyes. Janet was really bothered; she could not fathom why her mother in-law suddenly became flustered. “Mommy, are you okay? What is wrong?” “It’s nothing, my child. Valentino Uomo was my husband’s favourite when he was alive. I am glad you did not buy it. It would have made me remember he died for nothing…” She stopped suddenly and looked at Janet cautiously. She had just told her a bit of what no one knew about her husband’s mysterious death. “Mommy, what do you mean by your husband dying for nothing? I thought he died in his sleep? Emmanuel told me all about it.”

Mrs. Asibong toughened the look of her face and stared at Janet for a few seconds. Janet felt her heart miss a few beats. Mrs. Asibong saw the look of fear in her eyes and relaxed. “It is nothing my child. Don’t bother with it. When you will have spent over twenties years with Emanuel and you wake up one morning to find him cold in the hands of death, you will understand… These days I miss him a lot. I feel empty without him…” Mrs. Asibong paused and began to cry. Janet took her in her arms and tried to comfort her. Her sobs were deep and rocked her entire body. Janet held her as firmly as she could. “Mommy I have got to take you home now. Please come with me,” Janet said and tried to lead her out of the park. “No Janet, I have a few things to do tonight before I leave for home. Go back home to your husband. I am happy it all worked out well in Monaco,” Mrs. Asibong said and left hurriedly.

Her behaviour had made Janet forget to tell her that the ribbon she gave to her had mysteriously gone missing in their hotel room in Monaco. “Well, I will tell her about the missing ribbon when I call her in the week,” Janet said to herself. “Humm! Something isn’t right with my mother in-law. She is acting very strange; and what does she mean by her husband dying for nothing?” Janet said, staring at her iPhone 7 as though the phone could say something back to her or even unravel the mystery for her. She knew she had to tell Emanuel about what his mother said concerning his late father. If something happened to her husband, and after over ten years of his death, she is still worried about it, then Emanuel should know about it, Janet reasoned. Janet was about to make a grave mistake, but there was no one to warn her against it.

Emanuel’s House, 9: 18 pm
Emanuel was sitting on a sofa watching a repeat broadcast of a premier league match between Chelsea and Manchester United. The football match held his attention as though it was a live match. Janet entered the living room and greeted, “Hello! I am home darli…” she paused as her eyes rested on the television. Her face creased into a frown. She walked over angrily to stand in front of Emanuel. “Is this why you didn’t call to know the reason I could not return in time?” Janet asked, looking angry. Emanuel stood to his feet and kissed her. She withdrew from him. “How can something that does not have buttocks and breast be competing with me for my husband? I don’t like the attention you give to football. It scares me!” Emanuel took her in his arms and kissed harder this time. Reluctantly she wrapped her hands around him and kissed him back with as much passion.

About half an hour later, they lay on a sofa cuddled up in each other’s arms with their garments lying on the tiled floor. “You don’t have to bother about my interest in football baby; it can’t do the things you do and can’t love me back,” Emanuel said amid heavy gulps of breath. “Okay, but sometimes when a football game is on, especially that blue team…” “Chelsea,” Emanuel filled in for her. “Yes, Chelsea. Whenever they are playing you forget me.” “No I don’t; it is just the passion of the game.” “Well I don’t like that kind of passion. It is at par with what we have for each other, and football is not a girl.” “I promise; football won’t take me away from you.”

Janet looked searchingly into his eyes and responded, “Okay o! I was with mommy this evening…” Emanuel sat up at the mention of his mother. “How is she? I have called her five times since midday and she did not pick up,” he said. “She is okay, but…” “But what?” “She is bothered about something…” “She has been bothered about something even before our wedding. Something is eating her up, and sadly she will not let me in on what it is,” Emanuel interjected. “It may be about your father.” “My father? How could that be? He has been dead for about fourteen years now. I doubt it is.” “Maybe this will make sense to you… Your mother said to me that your father ‘died for nothing’. She sounded as though she was in regret.” “My father died for nothing… my father died for nothing… I can’t connect that statement to any event that can explain what she meant,” Emanuel said thoughtfully. “If there is more to that statement, it will come to light with time. Don’t bug your mind about that… What do I make for you this evening?”

“I just remembered something,” Emanuel said, looking spaced out. “What is it?” “It is still murky, but this is the part I can recall vividly. A man walked into our bedroom and took something from our bed and said to me, “It is time to take what is mine.” I do not know what he took but it made me sad. I fought him to return what he took, but I was no match for him.” “Hahahahaha!!” Janet began to laugh. “Why are you laughing? The dream was scary to me!” “Since when did you become religious? What you had was a mere dream. Forget it! What do I fix for you tonight?” “Stop trivializing my dream! What I saw was almost real! What the man took destroyed our home! It destroyed our love!” Emanuel screamed, begging her to listen. “It’s okay! It’s okay! I didn’t mean to demean your dream. I am sorry.”

Emanuel stood up and began to dress up hurriedly. “Where are you going to, baby?” “To speak with my mom!” Emanuel snapped angrily.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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