Still I read...

I said i liked Tunji, right? I take it back.. Ion like cold men

Nice one Skarlett

Na here the party dey?

The thing wey kari me reach here, I no fit talk am . Make I just kuma join body enjoy the thread.


Bhet Skarlett, e reach like dat before abi you don add something?

EmperorLee:
Na here the party dey?

The thing wey kari me reach here, I no fit talk am . Make I just kuma join body enjoy the thread.


Bhet Skarlett, e reach like dat before abi you don add something?

heyssss.. Ticket yin dah ogbeni

Lawlahdey:
heyssss.. Ticket yin dah ogbeni

Staff ni mi


Make we no derail ooh, before Skarl go change am for uz

EmperorLee:


Staff ni mi


Make we no derail ooh, before Skarl go change am for uz

Oh really ... Emobinu

True

EmperorLee:
Na here the party dey?
The thing wey kari me reach here, I no fit talk am . Make I just kuma join body enjoy the thread.
Bhet Skarl ett, e reach like dat before abi you don add something?

Welcome sir, i no get @ bolded

Lawlahdey:
Oh really ... Emobinu

True

Core yo'ba she-demon
Omo ilu wo ni o?
As for you miss skar, u had better dedicate one to me or else i go do you that tn wey hapun for 1983 because e don tey wey i don dey this group..
thanks for the last piece sha.

tommynico:

Core yo'ba she-demon
Omo ilu wo ni o?
As for you miss skar, u had better dedicate one to me or else i go do you that tn wey hapun for 1983 because e don tey wey i don dey this group..
thanks for the last piece sha.

E momo deraili threadi yii keh

Omo Ibadan lemi oh

Lawlahdey:
E momo deraili threadi yii keh

Omo Ibadan lemi oh

So a beauty like you could come from the brown roof city..
Legbe kan sha, mi o deralli n'kankan, mo kan'n se ikilo ni.

tommynico:

So a beauty like you could come from the brown roof city..
Legbe kan sha, mi o deralli n'kankan, mo kan se ikilo ni.

Eshey sah

Lawlahdey:
Eshey sah

Ma se'yunu. S'a le bara soro leyin? Oga scarlet u no go vex, i'v jast gat to do the needful.

Thanks 4 the mention skarlett, I'm glad I dint come in too late. Better late than never though. Keep up the good work ma'am.

veekid:

Yeye

Sir?

MacBrooklyn:
But Ska rlett you offend me big time OoO and I won't forgive neither will I forget

Awwwn, but its not good to bear grudges na oya stop frowning and smile for Jesus

tommynico:

Core yo'ba she-demon
Omo ilu wo ni o?
As for you miss skar, u had better dedicate one to me or else i go do you that tn wey hapun for 1983 because e don tey wey i don dey this group..
thanks for the last piece sha.

Alright sir, dedication coming right up

MacBrooklyn:

Wow! Wow!! Wow!!! I've got myself a new dog, keep on barking Bruh

Kai!! Dat is too much

ILoveToFuCcK:

cc Seun mynd44 lalasticlala rocktation Rule 19

Your signature is damn funny

skarlett:


Awwwn, but its not good to bear grudges na oya stop frowning and smile for Jesus

Are you Jesus

Skarlett. Have u ever thought of creating your own stuff outside here If I were a writer, I might not give out my content for free.... But thanks anyway! I'm loving this SEUN guy. He sounds like someone familiar

johnwizey:
Are you Jesus

you know what I mean

starboyflight:
Skarl ett. Have u ever thought of creating your own stuff outside here If I were a writer, I might not give out my content for free.... But thanks anyway! I'm loving this SEUN guy. He sounds like someone familiar

Lol, life is in stages. I do have a story for sale on okadabooks tho.

I think you meant, Seyi, thanks

MacBrooklyn:


OK, my grudges don dissolve before this morning already sef
You just keep up the good handiwork, Nothing do you, I cover you like canopy

Lol, alright dear

Thanks!

skarlett:

you know what I mean

I dont knw

Dedicated to tommynico, emperorlee and macbrooklyn



Five

TWO long annoying weeks later, Feyi sat at the extreme end of the six seat dining table and sizzled inside with grim defiant patience while she waited for Tunji to utter a single word of reproval.

She was wearing a simple-cut cream linen dress today, cinched in at her waist by a span of black elastic. She had bought the Dolce and Gabbana designed dress on her last trip to Milan. This particular outfit had been picked off her wardrobe with only one purpose in mind—to challenge her husband to find anything objectionable about it.

He could frame a thousand criticisms with one sweeping glance from his cold dark eyes. And yesterday’s objection had been aimed at the short black skirt she had worn with a racy plum-coloured silk blouse. His sweeping glance of disapproval had taken in the length of leg she had on show and glittered with ice at the see-through fabric of the blouse even though she wore a matching camisole underneath it. So today she’d covered up in a dress with a hem that finished primly two inches below her knees. And she had made sure to avoid as much mistakes as she could in preparation of dinner. Two nights ago he had thrown a fit at the non-stickiness of the eba and she’d had to remake it.

And she was absolutely certain that he was deliberately making her wait like this to string out the tension by dunking the eba in egusi soup and letting out the grunts that usually heralded a scolding for whatever she had gotten wrong.

Feyi read the flexing tension as yet another display of criticism which threatened to crucify her self-confidence as much as it made her blood start to burn. She wished she could adopt the same physical indifference to him that he dealt out to her but she’d tried and she couldn’t. Even though she hated him she could not stop herself from responding—inwardly, that is—to the pure male animal magnetism that poured out of him in such hot sinful waves. He made her feel breathless and snarled up by self-awareness she neither understood, nor could control.

His indifference to her was all part of the war of attrition he was waging against her, because he hated her for what he’d termed her betrayal. He was never going to forgive her for not standing by him when he needed her to and not telling him about Tomiwa. And despite all she was going through in his house, she was not going to give up and leave him because she had nowhere else to go.

Her parents had threatened to disinherit her if she left Tunji and for the first time in her life, she realized that she had been entirely dependent on her parents. Graduating with a good degree had obviously not made her indispensable to her father as he made it clear he could fire her like any other employee and make finding another job difficult for her. She had to stay for Tomiwa even if it killed her in the process.

Or she killed Tunji Afolabi.

Tunji was wondering if she had a single clue that he could read her thoughts through the back of his head. The trouble with his wife was that she had never learnt the art of masking her feelings and she was too defiant to even want to do so.

Grunting in feigned disapproval, Tunji kept his brooding dark gaze fixed on the expensive China before him as he ate. His attention was focused on the polished dinning table glass, onto which Feyi’s image was stamped like a poorly captured photograph, blurry and dark in the low light. He could not see her distinct features but he could sense the anger that seemed to pour out of her skin pores. He almost thought he could see the smoke from the top of her head.

He chuckled inwardly at the image but hid it underneath a snort. She dropped her fork at that and faced him now. He was forced to look up from his plate.

“What?” he asked.

“Do you want to say something?” she demanded testily.

God, she looked fiercely breathtaking. “No,” he said in the coldest voice he could muster even though it killed him. It killed him more that he saw her shrink further into her shell at his frostiness.

He didn’t particularly enjoy the cold shoulder he’d been giving her in the past two weeks. Maybe it was better that way so she would grow up.

He saw her with his son, the way she was over protective of him even with Blessing around and concluded, he’d been right. She was a good mother. He had since gotten over her betrayal but he couldn’t warm up to her because despite all that happened, she didn’t seem to have changed. She would probably never change.

“My wife was telling me of the punishment you’re making Feyi go through. I understand you are still angry that she hid Tomiwa’s existence from you but you’re not going to change anything by mistreating her,” Chief had said two days before.

Feyi’s father advice hit him in the gut, he was furious. “The last time I checked, I’m still her husband and the head of my house and I can do whatever I like without your intrusion.”

“And in case you’ve also forgotten, I’m her father and I ask, no, I demand…”

Tunji stood up just then, “with all due respect Chief you have absolutely no right to demand anything from me after aiding and abetting her bad behavior. What were you expecting? I’d give her an accolade for not telling me about my son or not standing by me as a wife should?”

Chief was repentant, “its all right Tunji, I understand your anger at how things turned out,” he said and Tunji reclaimed his seat, regarding him warily. “I tried to talk to her to let you know about your son but she wouldn’t hear it. In the end, I had to let her be because it was ultimately her decision.”

“Then you’ll understand Chief that whatever I do as punishment, as you call it, short of abusing her in any way, is also ultimately my decision.”

He had been uncharacteristically harsh to his father-in-law but he needed him to understand he wasn’t his puppet on a string. He owed Chief no special favors but he blamed Feyi immensely.

Finding out that she had gone to her parents to complain about him, chilled him on the inside. She would never learn to be independent of them even as she was married to him. He pushed his plate away as he had suddenly lost his appetite and washed his hands.

“I’m going to bed,” he said.

“B-but you’ve barely even touched your food.”

He barely looked at his almost uneaten food, “So? I’ve lost my appetite. I’m going to bed.”

Feyi was at the brink of tears, “but this is not fair. You make me go through so much trouble yet you never acknowledge or appreciate it.”

“Really princess? What would be the best show of appreciation, should I perhaps prostrate before you in appreciation for a salty soup?” he sneered.

Feyi whirled like he had physically struck her and he couldn’t escape the guilt that weighed heavily on his heart. That had been harsher than he’d intended. But maybe he preferred her like that, angry at him so he could pretend that whatever else he felt for her wasn’t there. Anger he could manage but not the fiery passion of loving her that had engulfed him once upon a time and left him broken when she had chosen her parents over him. He tried to reason within himself but he went to bed with a nagging sense of guilt and her hurt expression.

He didn’t want to be hurt by her again but why did he feel like such an asswipe?

*****
The bloody asswipe, she raged in her room, a few minutes later. He had to find a way to rubbish her efforts and make her feel like thrash.

God, what had she gotten herself into? The Tunji she knew seemed to be long gone and in his place was a stranger she couldn’t recognize. She checked in on Tomiwa who was soundly asleep before going to UnCloth, she was at the brink of tears at the injustice of it all. If he wanted to act cold towards her as punishment thinking it would break her, then he was a poor comedian with an over bloated ego. She would face whatever he threw at her for Tomiwa’s sake. God knows she wouldn’t even still be here but for her son.

Their son, she amended. With the heavy disinterest he regarded Tomiwa he might have as well been a fanciful piece of furniture in his house, just like her.

Her chest ached, what had she done to make him this mad? In times past, she could handle his argument and show of fiery passion, they could talk about issues. But with the iceberg called Tunji Afolabi now, nothing she did ever seemed to get through his cool exterior. He was indifferent to her and it hurt. She could handle his anger at her before because he let it out and she had the conviction, they would always find a ground of compromise. But after he’d left her without looking back, she saw nothing of the passionate Tunji, maybe it would never work between them again.

A small knock on her door drew her out of her reverie and she sat up from the foot of the bed with a jolt. She felt the wetness on her face and touched her cheeks to wipe away the tears she hadn’t felt fall.

She opened the door on the second knock to the man who was the cause of the tears even though she hated to admit it. Why was he here? She refused to let herself hope and hardened her heart in anticipation of his next attack.

“Feyi.”

“Did you forget to say something?” Some organ you forgot to rip out and crush mercilessly?

*****
Christ! she’d been crying and he knew it was all his fault. Despite her defiance and haughtiness, he could still hurt her, the knowledge made him sad rather than pleased.

“I….er, yes. Your father invited us for dinner with some of the high ranking party officials. He came by the office two days ago.”

Her expression didn’t seem to have changed through the guarded mask she wore.

“He says it’s a formal event and he’d want us to be there. Its on Saturday, Blessing would take care of Tomiwa.”

“Okay,” she said simply and stood there as if she was waiting for him to say something else.

I’m sorry, he wanted to say but the words wouldn’t come, instead, he felt a life sized knot form in his throat. He stood for thirty miserable seconds before she spoke.

“I’ve had a long day Tunji, I want to rest.”

“Okay, good night then,” he said.

She muttered and slammed the door in his face. That effectively ended the conversation. He truthfully hadn’t come to tell her of her father’s invitation to dinner, it had only been an excuse to talk to her and maybe apologize. He had paced around his room felling bad at his actions at dinner and wanted to apologize. But one frosty look from her had told him he wouldn’t get away with it so easily. He wasn’t only going to apologize, he was going to show some remorse for his past actions.

Maybe they would talk about the past and eventually get over their differences to what… images of her moaning and writhing in his arms as he thrust into her came unbidden to him. He felt a surge of desire go through him and heat gather up in his crotch.

He was getting turned on only imagining the possibilities of their reconciliation. It had been a while but he was disgusted at himself, Feyi would castrate him gladly in the mood she was in and he was thinking of making love to her. He needed a cold bath, he concluded walking away from her door.






Tbc

johnwizey:
I dont knw

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Eshe oo Aunty Skarlett

skarlett:
Roll call:
...Lumzybo
Shilox
Ritababe...

Present Ma!
Darn, I got here so late. Wouldn't know how I'd have forgiven myself if missed out completely. Anyway, as they say, better late than never, I am here.
Good job Skarlett!!