“You need to stop eavesdropping, Marie.” Nike side stepped
the question. “It’s a bad habit. If we wanted you to hear, we’d have invited
you to join our discussion.”
“And
you need to leave me alone.” Marie’s voice was hard as she spoke. “Everyone in
this world is a disappointment. All of you.”
Nike’s
first instinct was to give her daughter a good thrashing and teach her who was
boss. But then again; she knew her daughter was going through a lot which she
wouldn’t pretend to understand, because she’d after all never had to go through
a divorce before. Her parents had stayed married till her mother died.
Suddenly
Nike felt helpless. She knew she was losing her daughter and she didn’t know
what to do about it.
“I want
to help, Marie. Please don’t hurt me anymore than I’m hurting. Can’t you see
I’m trying? I love you but please don’t stretch me to my limit.”
“Where’s
daddy?”
“You
know where he is. At work.”
“He
comes home later than usual these days.” Marie was now sitting up, staring
daggers at her mother. “Did you tell him to?”
Nike
didn’t know what came over her at that moment. Maybe she was tired of playing
devil’s advocate or being seen as the enemy or maybe it was the pressure of seeing
Izie again and the pent up feelings she’d been holding back, but suddenly she
didn’t care. She screamed:
“Your
father cheated on me! He had an affair with Izie, don’t you understand?!! How
can you still take his side when you know all this?!! He broke our marriage
vows; he betrayed you and Bella and me! For God’s sake Marie, the divorce is
going to happen, so you might as well accept it now and begin to deal with it!
This family is over!! You hear me? Over! Now, get off that bed and take off
your uniform, we’re going to the market.”
As soon
as the words left her mouth, Nike regretted it. But she was still boiling with
anger that she didn’t bother to explain herself. She marched out of the room,
trembling.
This
time the tears didn’t come. For Mari; it
was just dawning on her that there was no hope for her family. Her mother’s
words had proven that.
Over. It’s over.
The Babalolas were no more. The words echoed in her head for the rest of that day.
If the
relationship between her and her mother had been strained before; now it was
worse. They barely spoke to each other and this time it was the way they both
wanted it.
Nike
couldn’t talk to her daughter because she was still ashamed of the words she’d
said to her that day and each time she opened her mouth to try to connect with
Marie again, the accusing look in her eyes was enough to put her off.
Marie,
on the other hand was still smarting from her mother’s outburst and each time
she glanced at her, she saw the guilt written plainly on her face.
Joe
Babalola had escaped the strain in his home by going to work every day and
being the last to report to bed. He couldn’t bear the thought of what his
family had become.
Every time
he thought of the Izie saga; he went red with shame. How had it all started? When had
Izie stopped being merely his wife’s pet and become a woman to him? When had
the cordial relationship which existed between them suddenly transformed into
something romantic?
When had he
suddenly decided to exchange his fifteen year marriage with one night of pleasure
with a lady ten years younger?
And
each time he asked himself these questions, he knew the answer. The Bible had
made it clear: As a man thinks in his heart; so is he.
It had
begun with the several lunches. Nike had asked Izie to help take lunch to him
at the office every day. It was a small thing which Izie was glad to do. She’d
been unemployed then and eager to work, so she’d agreed to run the errands for
Nike.
Her
gestures had been pure and innocent, Joe was sure of that. So when had it changed?
Was it
the moment they’d shared that brief hug in his office when she’d been so sad
and worried about her family? Had he, in his bid to comfort her, overstepped
his bounds?
As he
drove home that night, Joe kept searching himself…did he deserve Nike’s
forgiveness?
And
just as he pulled over on the curb to buy suya, his eyes fell on a familiar
form that was sitting on the park bench; her form illuminated by the
streetlight above her.
Even
though he’d known her for only six months; Joe would know that body anywhere.
It was
Izie.
(To be continued…)
This man does not want to learn abi?!
ReplyDeleteHere comes trouble dressed in a beautiful gown.
ReplyDeleteLol@ Anita. Let's see what he does. Thanks for the check-in.
ReplyDeleteSegun I like that description. Remind me to use it sometime. Hehehehe. Thanks for reading.
ReplyDeleteyou are spinning the story nicely...
ReplyDeleteone night stands are only with strangers not someone you know so well and like...let's see how it turns out
well done
Tope,you think? Not necessarily oo.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for stopping by!
Hmmm...I am enjoying this. I like how this man was reflecting. I felt like I was in his mind. Let's see what happens.
ReplyDeleteI like that description, Olusegun!
Mimi, you are doing good. Well done.