Naughty Wife’s Diary: Office Fight

I missed my period. I held my breath and my heartbeats could be heard in the next room.

‘Could this be it?’ I asked myself, afraid to verify, yet impatient to know.

I already imagined carrying my little tot, breastfeeding her, dandling her on my laps and creating one of those happy family pics on TV – Me, Jimmy siting on a sofa, gazing adoringly at our baby.

First thing on Wednesday morning, I managed to get to the next pharmacy and purchased a pregnancy test strip. I rushed back home and did a urine test. While I waited for 15 minutes for the result, I was a bag of jumpy nerves. Jimmy had gone to work not having an inkling of what I was going through. I planned calling him on the phone to give him the good news.

Time elapsed and I picked up the strip with a shaky hand and what did I see, instead of two red lines to show pregnancy, there was just one agonising red strip. I wasn’t pregnant. I flung the white stripe at the wall. I was completely deflated.

I was also angry. Why did I miss my period in the first place? What joke was God playing on me? What would it cost God to give me a baby?

I was in a terrible mood throughout. I had planned to comb town that day to check out if things had started picking up at the ministries and parastatals for supplies, though I doubted as much. The budget was still a big issue and no one was spending.

Bored to my eyeballs and ready to explode, hours later, I jumped into my car and drove straight to Jimmy’s office. I needed his company badly, good company. Someone to still remind me life was worth living. I tried calling him but he didn’t pick. Probably away from his phone. I could catch him for lunch.

I got to his office and suddenly got some feelings when I stepped into the reception area. The secretary wasn’t on seat. I preferred being announced rather than barging in. I sat waiting for her but no show and I was bitter. I called Jimmy’s phone again and no answer.

I decided to knock and show myself in. He was my husband after all.

I walked in and there was Jimmy sitting behind his desk and chatting with this lady girl I knew not from Adam. The relaxed look and big smile on his face indicated he was enjoying himself.

I felt bile rose to my throat like poison. While I was at home suffering over infertility, this guy was here enjoying a chitchat with a babe.

He jumped to his feet and asked me the stupidest question I have ever heard in my life: ‘what are you doing here?’

‘Sightseeing,’ I bit out. ‘I am at the zoo to see the lions.’

He shut his trap, knowing he had said the wrong thing.

‘I was calling you but you didn’t pick my calls,’ I accused him.

The lady there chose that period to talk. I thought she was the wallpaper all along. ‘I have your phone here.’ She produced Jimmy’s phone. ‘I saw it vibrating where it was plugged and I …’

Jimmy collected the phone from her, an embarrassed look on his face. ‘This is Nicky,’ he introduced her. ‘She started working recently next building and wants to see if she could get a job here instead. And Nicky, this is my wife.’

She stretched her hand to greet me. ‘Good day ma.’

I took her hand, wondering why the name Nicky. First it was Vicky pursuing my husband’s penis now Nicky. Did they get named for the job? Right there a light bulb sparked in my brain. If Nicky was working in the next building, she must know Vicky and they had talked about Jimmy. So, Vicky hadn’t rested her oars yet. She was still chasing my husband by proxy. ‘Good to meet you. I remember Vicky mentioning you once.’

Jimmy’s eyebrows jumped up. I ignored his facial expression.

‘Yes, we are good friends,’ she quipped.

She had confirmed all I wanted to know. I was fuming, angry and looking for where to dump the frustration I felt that day. ‘Oh good. Then, you can help me tell her that my husband’s penis is not available yet.’

Nicky blanched. I didn’t know black people could turn white. ‘Sorry ma.’ She stepped away from me.

‘Don’t feel sorry for me,’ I fumed. ‘Feel sorry for girls who are incapable of snagging a free cock. If you looked out of the window you would see some security men down there, they look single. Even that guy hawking gala is single, Vicky could get fucked for hours for free by those guys even with gratitude. All she needs to do is ask them politely.’

Nicky was a bold mercenary. She had bought her friend’s fight and had come to do something about the Mr Jimmy whose wife was a bitch. But then, because I was referring to Vicky and not her, she was disarmed. Slutty girls love it when you disparage a friend, especially the ones they are jealous of.

‘It is enough,’ Jimmy bellowed. He was angry with me. I didn’t care. I was hurt. I lost a baby that day. Not that I actually lost a baby but I lost a chance of having one. When Nicky left the office, I broke down and cried. And I told him why I blew my top in his office. He comforted me. What I needed.

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