“Babe why is Seyi here again?” I’m almost screaming. “I’m saying my own now oh and you’re not listening” Now I am shouting
“Sope, are really still jealous of Seyi, common now we’ve been married for 5 years”
“Dayo don’t play down my feelings, why should your single best friend be visiting at 10pm. What is it? Is she the first person to have a friend?”
Why is her shoe so loud on my marble floors, I thought to myself and roll my eyes as I hear her approaching. “She should chill with all that mess” I say more subtlety as I head towards the bedroom. I don’t want to be a part of their discussion.
What kind of trouble have I gotten myself into for the love of God? Dayo has known Seyi since he was 17; they have been friends since then. According to both of them, nothing has ever happened between them, they have always been friend; no sexual relationship whatsoever, no feelings or anything like that so why does their so called friendship still give me chills and not the good ones. Even I don’t understand why I feel this way but I won’t let my mind wander to what they could be talking about.
“Sope” I quickly plug my earphones in when I hear him call my name. I don’t want to speak to him. I am so angry, he spent the last hour and half with her talking about God knows what. He should just go and sleep or something.
I feel him sit next to me on the bed and he removes the earphones from my ear and I pretend to yawn
“I know you’re not sleeping so stop pretending” he starts laughing
“Who’s laughing with you here” I say sarcastically and move over for him to sit properly.
“I’m sorry baby, she’s just going through a lot of things right now that’s why, I’m sorry ok? “ he looks at me questioningly. “Fine, just tell her that ehn she should know what time she comes here oh. This is not her father’s house and you are married or she should go and find another best friend that is single.”
“Hmm you and this your feistiness sha, you know I love only you now so don’t worry I’ll tell her.
I’m talking to myself as I cook up a storm for my husband. He’s gone out with his boys all day to golf and I know he usually comes home hungry. On days when he goes out all day, he makes it a point to spend the whole evening doing whatever I want to do, my oh so considerate husband. So today I am cooking his favorite meal; pounded yam, efo riro with assorted meat, panla, crabs, shrimps and all the other goodies he likes me to throw in there. I’ve baked cupcakes, brought out his wine he’s been saving for 6 months for a big celebration. Tonight will be special, I have great news. I bought this sexy one piece from Victoria secret if you know what I mean. I’ve told all my friends not to call me for any emergency because I will be busy with my husband today.
I set the table, take a shower and use his favorite perfume just to get us in the mood. It’s almost 7:30pm and still no show.
“Dayo, where are you? I’ve been waiting at home for you now” I say into the phone.
“Babe I meant to call you, please don’t shout but Seyi was in an accident”
My soul is burning at this point, I don’t care what kind of accident she has gotten into, I just don’t. He better just be coming home now is all I want to hear.
“What happened to her?” is say nonchalantly
“The guy she has been seeing for a couple of months beat her apparently, she’s hurt so badly but he won’t let her leave the house. So I want to go over there just to get him out of her house and drop her off at the hospital, Please don’t be upset”
“So he won’t let her leave but he let her phone a friend abi” I say in the most non caring sarcastic tone ever. What sort of rubbish is this though like does it even make sense that the man will hold her hostage in her own house. I can feel a fight brewing and I don’t want that, not tonight so I quickly add. “But I understand babe, you have to help your friend. Drop her off at the hospital and come straight home. I have to tell you something. I’ll be waiting ok?
“What is it? Tell me now”
“No. when you get home. I love you”
“Ok babe, thanks for not being upset. I love you too. See you soon.
4 hours have gone by, no phone call, no text, no responses to my text or phone calls. I am tired of all this nonsense. I wanted to tell him I was 4 months pregnant tonight. How can I be happy about sharing the news of this pregnancy when my husband’s attention is being split between me and his stupid best friend? I don’t know what to do, all I know is I am tired of this battle that no one else understands. To everyone else I am over reacting but I am honestly sick of it.
I hear noises downstairs and I look at the time, 6:30am. I get up hurriedly not because I am worried about the sound but because I hear Dayo’s voice and I am ready for a fight this morning. My anger is enough to tear down the wall of Jericho the second time. To make matters worse, as I walk into the living room, he has seyi and one of their other friends Gbenga with him. As I walk towards them I start to shout
“She better not be sitting down for long Dayo, I don’t care what the situation is or how complicated it is, I do not care to understand so you better not be getting ready to ask me for her to stay a couple of days because she can’t go home or anything like that. The answer is NO. Capital N-O!!!
I walk into the kitchen and pretend to make myself some breakfast. I pour some cereal into a bowl even though I am not hungry at all
“Can I talk to you please?”
“No you may not, I’ve said what I want to say” I shout so that the others can hear me. “If you wanted to talk to me you would have called me or texted me last night when I was worried about my husband” I start walking back to the room. “So go and talk to the people you were with all night that didn’t let you come home to your wife.” I slam the door in his face.
“That’s not necessary Sope, I’m sorry I didn’t call but my phone was dead and so much was happening. I’m sorry”
I completely ignore him and after 5 minutes of trying to talk to me and no response he leaves the room.
I’m crying underneath the blanket. How do I continue to love a man who I can’t say for a fact will always choose me regardless of the situation or am I being too difficult here?
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