After getting my hair done with Amaka, I drop Ire at my mother’s house for the weekend. She mentions that I look healthy and asks if Sunmade and I are planning to make another baby soon.
My face goes hot.
I tell her that we plan to wait till Ire is 2.
She reminds me that I am getting older. I remind her that I am not even 30 yet.
Before she can attempt to lecture me, I hug her quickly and kiss Ire goodbye.
I get home in time to make Sunmade’s dinner before he arrives. I am going to prepare his favorite; Pounded yam and Egusi soup. Then take a long, hot, scented bath in anticipation for tonight…
I will make it up to him tonight.
After preparing the soup, I proceed to pound the yam till all the lumps disappear and it looks like white powder…with some water in it. Then I pound it a little harder till the powder sticks then becomes friendly and obese.
I pack the meal from the mortar into a nylon and into a warmer.
As soon as my kitchen is tidy again, I trot to the bathroom.
I am sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to arrive. The lights are dim. I have on lingerie and a floral scent. As soon as I am sure I cannot sit still anymore, I hear Sunmade’s car horn.
I smile and peek through the curtain.
Then I sit more comfortably on the bed with a coy smile still on my face.
Soon, he enters. He looks at me and cocks his brow.
He grunts. “Ire’s asleep?”
“No. I took him to my mother for the weekend.”
He raises his brow further then continues undressing.
“I made you some pounded yam and Egusi.”
“Did you now?” He says, sarcastically.
My heart drops a little but I continue. Standing in front of him now.
“Yes, I did.”
“Too bad. I’m not hungry.”
My heart plunges further. The crick in my neck and the dull ache in my arms remind me of how hard and well I pounded his yam.
“Why not?” I block the bathroom door as he tries to escape.
“Because I’m not hungry.”
I manage a weak smile. “Okay.”
I plop down on the bed and on a vibrating phone.
Sunmade’s phone. A new text message.
I do not try to resist the temptation to read it…
See you tomorrow evening then
From a certain Ann.
It seems my husband is playing games of his own.
“Who is Ann?!” I spit in disgust as soon as he opens the bathroom door.
He looks at me like I am crazy.
“What are you doing with my phone?” He yanks it from my hand and drops it on the table. Farthest from me.
“Who is Ann?”
“My colleague” He replies. Then continues dressing.
“Why does your colleague want to see you tomorrow evening?”
He ignores me.
“Are you seeing that whore?!”
He turns on me slowly. “You get to cheat and I don’t?”
I can feel the anger rising in me. My eyes flash red and without another thought I reach for his phone and smash it against the wall.
He slaps me with the back of his hand instantly and the other side of my face hits the wardrobe.
I fall into a heap like a ragdoll.
“You destroyed my iPhone? Are you crazy?!” He glares down at me.
“Why are you seeing that whore?!”
“Because my wife is a whoring liar herself!”
I grab the lamp on the table and throw it at him.
It misses his head by an inch. I throw my wedge at him and it meets his shoulder.
“I am not a whore!”
Before I can throw something else, he pins me under him then pins my hands above my head.
“Say that one more time!”
Before ‘not’ gets out of my mouth, he lands me another slap across the same cheek.
“Who are you cheating on me with? Jamal?!”
I spit at him.
He picks me by my jaw and throws me to the chair with so much force it tips back and I fall.
Before I can gather my wits, he is on top of me again.
“Who is it?”
“Get your bulky self off me!”
He lands another slap across my face. I taste blood.
“It’s Tiwa! I’m cheating on you with Tiwa”
I cannot begin to describe the expression on his face.
He slowly lifts himself off me.
“You’re cheating on me with your past…” He whispers in between deep breaths…
“What is it you want, woman?!” He kicks the door so hard I jump. “What do you want from me?”
I gather myself into a corner. Mute.
“I was going to make it up to you tonight! I’m through with him” my sides hurt from screaming so much
“You’re sick! You know that? You’re crazy!” He kicks the door again.
“Get out of here!Get out”
I itch to throw something at him again but I fear he will hit me. Again.
He tells me that I disgust him before he leaves. Slamming the door behind him.
I crawl to the bathroom…and break into hot tears when I see my face in the mirror.
The side that hit the wardrobe is bruised above my eye, four harsh lines are on my other cheek and my bottom lip is bleeding. The back of my head aches and my back laments.
When I am sure there are no more tears left in me, I approach the living room.
Sunmade is sitting on the couch staring blankly ahead of him.
Slowly, I move towards him.
Then I sit beside him with my head on his shoulder.
He does not move away and he does not stiffen.
“I am taking the first flight to London on Monday. You and Ire are coming with me. One week. Business.”
He continues, “End it.”
Past the lump in my throat I say, “It’s over.”