Coming Back Home II
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Hehehehe. Good morning!
When did I stop loving my wife? He asked himself.
The answer came from his ever-honest consciousness instantly; It’s not a matter of when you stopped loving her. It’s more a matter of if you ever loved her at all.
He blinked repeatedly with shame. He never loved her.
He looked at the boy beside him. Chika’s eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply and calmly. He didn’t stir as the car left the tarred main road and began climbing the rocky slope of the street they lived on. Eze’s mind went back to his wife, and inexplicably he ached to see her. But what if she isn’t home? What does she do throughout the day sef?
What if she’s having an affair?
She dare not!
Ehen, see ya head like ‘she dare not’. Are you not having an affair? IN fact; nna, are you not having SEVERAL?!
He drove up to his gate and bit his lower lip nervously. He felt totally out of sync – as though he was about to meet his wife for the first time. Suddenly he picked up his phone and switched it off. He did not feel like going to the island anymore.
“Sanu, oga Eze,” the gateman saluted as he opened the gate. Eze lowered his side window and responded. “Sanu alhaji. How market?”
The man shrugged. “Dey go dey go.” He suddenly peered into the car and saw the sleeping boy. “Kai! E don go flay ballu abi?”
Eze laughed and put the car in gear. “Abi o. E don commot since morning na – e must tire!” He waved at the man as he drove past; easing his car into the landlord’s parking space. He smiled grimly. The man was going to have to adjust.
Turning off the car engine, he stepped out of the car, walked to the other side and opened the door to carry his son – and then he looked up and realized his window was still down. He reached across the sleeping boy and turned on the ignition, pushed the window button and watched it close. And then he eased back to carry the boy – and bumped into someone.
“Sorry,” they said at the same time, and he turned to stand face to face with his wife, Adaobi.
He felt how you would feel if you suddenly found out your next door neighbor; the same one you have lived with for almost nine years was Genevieve? Not that Adaobi was that beautiful or anything.
In fact, she was looking thinner and paler than he remembered. There was a droop at the corners of her mouth – and the shine had gone out of her eyes.
“Welcome,” she said, not looking at him.
“What happened to you?” he said, unconsciously speaking out his thoughts. “What?” she asked, meeting his eyes for the first time. “What do you mean?” she asked again.
“Nothing,” Eze mumbled, and suddenly brushed his lips against hers. Adaobi flinched in surprise and he almost laughed out loud at the shocked expression on her face. Instead he turned, pulled his key out of the car ignition, scooped up the still-sleeping boy in his arms and sidestepped his wife when she reached for him.
“Are you not going out again?” she asked as she fell in step beside him. Eze shook his head.
“No. I’m staying home today with my son and wife.”
He walked on into the house carrying Chika and therefore missed the look on his wife’s face.
I apologize for the length. The next place I could reasonably break it off would have made it an epistle!
Thank you. Let’s make it a date – next Monday!
Have a fulfilling week!