SARÉ by Olowojesiku Deborah Iyanu
Episode 9
That was how my joy was cut short, Gbenga didn’t return until 11 pm that day and when he came, he behaved like I didn’t exist. I tried to apologize to him but he shut me up. The following morning, he moved out of the bedroom into his study. I was heartbroken, I wished I had told him about my past. I knew I should have informed him but I had fallen so much in love with him and I was afraid of losing him.
The following morning, I met him in the kitchen making coffee, I greeted him and tried to apologize again but he wasn’t ready to listen, I know he felt bad, cheated, and pained but Heaven knew I was truly sorry. The only thing he told me was that our plan for the honeymoon had been canceled, he said we would stay indoors for the whole two weeks. While I listened to him, I didn’t know when tears dropped from my eyes, I wished I had done things the right way.
In public, we pretended to be a happy couple but at home, we barely talked to each other. One week after our wedding, we went to visit my parent, Gbenga was so loving. I was shocked at his display of affection. At first, I thought I was dreaming because his actions were so real. Getting back into the house, he became cold and when I tried to find out why he acted that way, he said he was trying to hide my shame.
Things grew worse between Gbenga and me, in fact, we hardly talked. At that point, I began to get closer to God through my prayers. I would cry and pray to God to make my husband love me more. I went as far as going to the Internet to source information on how I could make my husband love me, and I tried everything, still, Gbenga didn’t change. I further went for counseling and applied all I was taught, but there was still no improvement.
Eight months into our marriage, things were still rocky between Gbenga and me but I didn’t understand why he was able to stay without sex for eight months. God knows there were days I craved for sex badly but there was nothing I could because I was not ready to add adultery to the list of my mistakes.
During harmattan that year, my sexual urge was so high. One of those days, I was determined to do everything possible to be with my husband. I closed very early from work and drove home. I went to the kitchen, made a delicious meal, and then went into the room to freshen up after which I served the food on a tray and then carried it to my husband’s study room. After freshening up, I pulled out a lingerie from my wardrobe and put it on. Luckily for me, the door to Gbenga’s study wasn’t locked, I walked in quietly only to meet the shock of my life. Gbenga and Sister Kike, the church assistant choir mistress were having sex. The things in my hands fell into the ground which brought them back to consciousness. The duo was so shocked to see me, Gbenga wasn’t expecting me to come back so early.
Gbenga: Get out, please.
Me: Wh..wh….wh..
Gbenga: Don’t make me push you out.
Me: (suddenly became brave) You dare not. If you move an inch closer, I will stab you with this kitchen knife.
Kike: I thought you said you locked the door, Gbenga.
Gbenga: I thought I did.
Me: So, this is it. Pastor and the Assistant Choir Mistress. So, this is the right way to punish me, right?
Gbenga: You think you have the right to judge us right? You are a whore and that gives you no right to judge us.
Me: I am not a whore, I only made a mistake and I don’t have to pay for my crime forever.
Gbenga: Well, for your information, Kike will start living here with us from henceforth, she is the wife I choose.
Me: You, lie.
Gbenga: Abeg, get out of here.
To be continued.
