Author: Gregory Wanyonyi
*Part 5 & 6*
My wife was behaving weird. This is not the kind of marriage I expected to have. I always wanted my marriage to be a model to the others. I wanted people to use me as an example of an ideal marriage. All in all, she had decided. I left her in the bedroom and went to watch the television. I didn't want to see her leave. I loved my wife. Nothing will ever come between and my love for my wife. Not even her infidelity. After two hours. I went to the bedroom only to find my wife dead asleep. She looked beautiful with her eyes closed. I loved her, she was a treasure to me and I didn't want to lose her. I remember how she gave me sleepless nights chasing her. We were both from the same village. Only that I was two years older than her. She was the daughter to the village elder. Twice I had escaped beating from her clansmen. Her father was against our relationship but since we loved each other, our love overcame the test of time. She was a student by then while I had just completed my form four. I remember paying her school fees from form two. This was because her dad refused to pay her fees. I know some of you will say that I was a fool to do such but I believe it was the power of love. That love that still lives in my heart. The pure love for my wife. The only woman I have ever loved.
Luckily, she wasn't foolish in class and she qualified for the university after her form four. That was back in the year 2000. I jonined university the same year to pursue my degree which had now lost meaning to me. In her second year of study, her father died and I became the sole guardian. I provided for her needs courtesy of the help from my loving mother. After graduation, we moved in as a couple in 2006 and we were blessed with our first born a year later. Life was sweet and we both enjoyed our marriage. She was a true definition of a wife. People envied me and am sure they still do because they don't know what am going through in this marriage. Trouble started when she got employed. At first, she started complained of virtually everything I did. The money I gave her became little and she gradually started applying ponds something that hurt me the most. I loved her as a natural woman but now here she was taking away what I treasured most in her; her natural beauty. I have not mentioned the change in her dressing code. My wife used to dress in clothes that covered three quarters of her body, but in the second months of her job, she bought several mini skirts and mini dresses that fitted her tightly. It hurt me but anytime I asked her about it, she always gave the same reason. "It's a requirement in the office my love."
As I was still watching her sleeping, her phone screen lit. I had never seen her phone on silent. I looked at it only to see the last bit of the text. "I enjoyed it. Thanks." I tried to open the message but her phone was protected by a password. I wished I could know who the person was and what did he or she enjoy. I was about to get to bed when my wife took her phone, read the text, smiled then shut it down. I wanted to talk to her, I wished to make her understand how hurting it is eating me up. I undressed, then joined her in bed. My hands itching to touch her but my mind was against it. I obeyed my mind for her behavior indicated that she was not ready for me. She rolled herself in the bedsheets leaving the blanket for me. I swallowed bitter saliva. I wished to talk to a woman, a woman who could understand me and that was my wife. For once I thought of cheating on her but my love for her could not allow me. "May God help me remain faithful." I prayed in my heart. Before I dozed off, my phone vibrated. It was a text from Fidelis. "Greg am bored, I wish we could talk. Let's meet tomorrow please. Goodnight man.
I met Fidelis at the same hotel we met yesterday. I can say that meeting her put a smile on my face. She was humble and smartly dressed. She reminded me of my early days of marriage. When my wife used to dress modest. From the look in her eyes, she was still frustrated. Maybe she had cried the whole night or let's say she had just cried because her eyes were red contradicting her normally snow white eyes. "Let's have a drink." I suggested. I had not taken anything in my house. My wife woke up early than usual, prepared the boy for school and before I could wake up they were all gone. Thanks to Sheilah, our house help who was now taking care of Nasambu; my daughter. She had reported back this morning after going to visit her grandma who was sick. I felt hungry and bitter at the same time. My wife left no food for me. "Thanks alot, I'll be grateful. Am damn hungry." Fidelis said as she called the waiter. At least we had something to start off the talk. Why was she hungry yet she was coming from her house? I asked. "Greg you won't believe it, my house has no peace, I just don't understand my husband anymore. He is just making my home a living hell. Infact I decided to take our children to my mother so that they don't get the negatives in the house." She said blowing her nose. "You know..." She wanted to add but I cut her short. I had seen someone familiar enter the hotel and I wished sh could not see us together. It was Halima; the secretary at my wife's working place. Halima has been my close friend for over two years now. I knew her even before my wife jonined the NGO. "I'll be back my dear." I said heading to where Halima was. "Eeeei Greg si umekata, kwani hukuli kwako ama ni wife na Henry wanakustress?" She said jokingly. For once I realized that I had lost weight. Honestly I have been eating in my house but the food lost it's taste of late. But what touched me was the second part of her statement. I wanted to follow up the discussion but she excused herself requesting if we could meet the following day since she was to be free from work. I accepted and went back to Fidelis as she left. Fidelis had wiped her cup clean. I called the waiter to refill her. "Greg am tired, I suspect Henry is cheating on me." She said without signs of doubt in her voice. "I just don't know what to do." She added sipping her juice. " Why do you think so Fidelis? Henry loves you." I asked. "As I told you before, love is a vice men use to get what they want, once they get it love loses it's meaning and becomes a word of no value. Or let me use your analogy, "love is like water, on my side, am receiving the negative effects of water. Life is taken away." She said. " Will you believe it when I tell you for two months now, my husband has never touched me?" She added. I did my quick calculations on the last time I made love to my wife and it was exactly six weeks ago. Two months and two weeks. "Why should he do that? You are a beautiful woman every man will be happy to have in bed." I asked. "That's what you say Greg, I wish my husband could have your eyes, just to see me the way you see me. He says he is too busy with office work to an extent he doesn't have time for me." " Am sorry for you girl, I understand how it feels..." " Greg you don't understand," she cut my statement. "Am a woman and I have feelings too, I need to be touched, be caressed, be cuddled and above all be laid in bed. What does being sorry for me help?" She lamented.
To be continued...
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