Naughty wife’s dairy: Proper introduction

I was still in a foul mood after last week’s fiasco with the randy spiritualist. I moped around the house feeling like a bloody ass. The worst part of it was that I couldn’t tell my husband what was biting me. It was so humiliating.

So, that was how a conman would have climbed me all because I was looking for a child from the very wrong source. From that day, after I stormed out for that creep’s house, I swore I would only stick to God and science to put an embryo inside my uterus, no further shenanigans.

The incident still makes me cry and angry at the same time. I freely and spitefully threw a pity party for myself whenever I felt like. Why can’t I conceive? Why is life so unfair? You see people who didn’t want children get pregnant every day and throw these children away. I read about one woman who buried her baby son alive in South America because her boyfriend abandoned her while pregnant. I cried all day. Jimmy was forced to be concerned. He thought I was ill.

‘I am okay,’ I reassured him. ‘Just go to work.’

‘I will call and take the day of and stay with you. I don’t like how you’ve been looking all these days. Are you sure you are okay?’

I shook my head. ‘I am okay, just sad. Go to work. I will be okay.’

He hesitated. ‘Are you sure?’ he stared at me for a while, then sank in beside me on the bed. He put his arm around me. ‘It’s the baby thing again abi?’

I burst into uncontrollable sobs.

‘Hei…’ he comforted me for the better part of the morning and went to work late. I pulled myself together in time to go for a long walk later in the evening. I had pulled on my snickers, not bothering to change my short skirt and T-shirt.

It was Thursday, a working day, the street was getting busier as workers had started coming home. I didn’t walk as far as I used to, I wasn’t motivated. I turned and headed back home.

I thought I was imagining things when I heard a male voice call my name from a car that had just parked in front of me and waited for me to pass it. I peered into the car, at the sole occupant of the fine ride and didn’t recognise him.

I was about to continue my trek when the guy stepped down from his car and grinned at me as if he was a long lost Father Christmas of my childhood days.

‘It’s me, Christopher,’ he announced, coming round his car to meet me and take my hand in a handshake. Then I recollected his face and the oblong head where it belonged. I used to know him in the past. We had a thing in the past. Not serious enough to send me screaming his name and doing an I-don’t-believe-it dance.

I tactfully withdrew my hand from his grasp, as I noticed he wasn’t ready to let go on his own accord. ‘Long time,’ I murmured.

‘Been here and there. I just bought a house around here and I am thinking if I should move in here or rent it out and buy another one somewhere else.’ I knew he was bragging. Well, he has bragging rights. If you had a house in one of the poshest place in Abuja, you deserve to crow.

‘Congratulations’ I said to him. ‘Nice to meet you but I am kind of in a hurry.’

‘We should meet and do lunch or dinner tomorrow. Here is my number,’ he handed me his card. It is going to be good between us. You still look good.’

So, this guy assumed that after more than ten years of not seeing me that I should still be sitting around on my arse waiting for him to come and grace my life. He didn’t even give me the benefit of favourable assumption. At least a woman of my age should be married or in a serious relationship, or simply satisfied with my life. He asked me nothing. For the fact that I was already not that happy, this man just spoilt my mind further.

He handed me his business card and asked for my number. I reeled out my husband’s number for him. He saved it in his phone. Let him find out the hard way that I was a married woman. Nonsense!

I strode off immediately.

Later in the night, he called Jimmy’s number. We were in our room preparing for bed as we watched a night movie.

Jimmy picked the call and answered in that deep voice of his that was likely to send shivers of confusion down Christopher’s entire body.

‘I am her husband.’ Jimmy listened briefly and then stared at his phone. ‘He hung up on me. Who the hell is Christopher?’ he asked me.

‘An old acquaintance, met me today. I wasn’t with my phone so I gave him your number.’

‘He most likely didn’t know you were married.’

‘Now I am sure he has known.’

Jimmy shrugged, chuckled; he suspected that I was up to one of my mischiefs. And I knew he was glad that my melancholic state had lifted well enough for me to be mischievous.

Well, Christopher hasn’t called again. Nice way to dismiss a guy.

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