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Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Angelsss(f): 2:54pm On Apr 10, 2017
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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Angelsss(f): 2:57pm On Apr 10, 2017
LOVE, LIES AND DIVORCE (LLD) BY ROSE AKPABIO

‘I am glad we really found out time to do this…I missed you guys….’ Zainab smiled and set the table for her two friends….

The id-el-kabir celebrations were still ongoing and she’d chosen that special day to celebrate with Amaka and Edima….

‘Uhmmmm….this taste awesomely nice….’ Edima dipped the rice pancakes into the peppery sauce that was offered…

‘it’s called Masa in hausa, you should try the Dambu Nama, flaked meat….’ Zainab instructed and observed that her other friend had been strangely quiet…


‘so where is your husband and the kids?….’ Edima wondered why the house was awefully quiet, she’d been friends with Zainab for long and knew what Zainab’s house could be like when her children were around….

She had been married for ten years now and the union was blessed with, Aisha, Umaima and Abdulkhadir, her three children….

‘oh about that, Abdul decided to take the kids shopping, you know they’ll return to school after the holidays…but I think he planned to take them to the movies…that man can spoil his children dirty…’ her eyes gleamed with admiration for the man she had married…

Abdul was the love of her life, her first love and their marriage was the most perfect out of her friend’s, Allah had blessed her, she counted herself lucky to be with a man that devoted all his time and attention to her, a man that wasn’t ready to take other wives, Abdul was just the right man for her…

‘wow….hearing you talk about your family like this, makes me miss him….’ Edima lowered her eyes on the dish, her appetite suddenly fled her and she resumed thinking about the man that had broken her heart…how could he?


‘are you seriously doing this right now’? Amaka lifted her brow and wondered why Edima should be this emotional, it had been three long years yet she couldn’t get over him…

‘now that’s cruel Amaka…have pity on her for once….’ Zainab moved over to where her friend sat…tears had begun to stream down her cheeks….

‘whatever….’ Amaka shrugged and left for the kitchen…she needed to think, she needed a drink but knowing Zainab and her religious nature….she knew there wouldn’t be a tinge of alcohol in there, so she chose to move outside for some air….


‘darling it’s okay…I understand how you feel, I know you loved Fred…but he is gone…wherever he is, he would want the best for you, he would want you to be happy….okay’? she squeezed her shoulders lightly…

‘I don’t know Zee, I just keep thinking about him, I miss him so much…how could death be so cruel’? she swallowed a sob and took the hankie Zainab offered…

Frederick Bassey her late husband had died three years ago, there was no man for her save for him but that fateful day he got involved in a car crash that ended their six months marriage to him…she relived the memories of their young marriage…she wished he would come back to life…but there she was, sad and alone…

Her friends had been her pillar and without them, she would’ve committed suicide a long time ago as she’d become very depressed after her husband’s demise….

‘stay here, let me talk to Amaka….something isn’t right about her…’ Zainab rubbed her hands on her skirt and walked outside…


‘Hey….what’s wrong with you? Having a bad day’? Zainab walked towards her friend….

‘I don’t want to talk about it….have you heard from Lola?’ they had planned to spend the day with each other and at Zainab’s place but she still wasn’t here….

‘no, you know her, she is always the late one….’ Zainab replied as her lips widened…she loved her friends so much and she was glad they’d come to spend time with her….

‘Sly cheated on me….’ Amaka replied curtly….

‘excuse me’? the words were alien to her ears….

‘you heard me, the idiot confessed it this morning….he had been shagging his secretary but lied to my face that it just happened once and he is sorry…I don’t know what to believe Zee, I am hurting…I don’t know if I could ever trust him again….’ A tear slipped down her cheeks….


‘my god, how could Sylvester do something like that? He seemed so responsible….’ Zainab was stunned….

Sly and Amaka had been married for five years now and they had a child, Odinaka….they seemed perfect and happy…why on earth would Sly do such a thing?

‘I don’t know Zee… I am confused…he broke my heart…do you think I can ever forgive him’? She looked into her friend’s eyes searching for answers….

Zainab’s marriage was perfect, her husband was faithful and down to earth, he never gave her any problems, so they’d always looked up to her for advice.

‘yes you will, you just need time dear, you will heal eventually…’ Zainab replied and hugged her friend….

‘hello girls….do you think Lola is still gonna make it? It’s getting late…’ Edima had decided to come and get some air, she was suffocating inside….

‘uhmmm, let’s see ….’ Zainab released her friend from the hug and rubbed her hair thoughtfully….

‘don’t you get to remove that?’ Edima chewed on the rice pancakes….wondering why her friend had to wear her Hijab all the time….

‘it’s her crown girl, leave Zee alone…’ Amaka chuckled softly….

‘well it’s my choice…’ Zainab ignored her friend’s teasing….glad they both now were okay….

‘I am sorry I sounded that way Edima…I had no right to sound so rude to you…forgive me…’Amaka was remorseful…

‘it’s okay, I totally understand, we all have bad days….’Edima smiled and warmed up to where Amaka sat…


Just like old times, they laughed and gossiped, only that one person was missing ….

***

She had gone out to buy some meat from the frozen store down the street, Femi hadn’t spoken to her for days now since their last fight….

She had been married to this man for six years now but they had no issue… his family wouldn’t stop interfering in the marriage
Maybe he encouraged them as their constant visiting had led to their last fight….

‘you do not like my people….what’s wrong with my niece coming over here, so she could stay with us and go to the University from here?….’ he’d yelled angrily….

‘I am not saying anything is wrong but we can give her money for the hostel…we need our privacy Femi, we don’t even have children yet, we should be focusing on that…’ she’d replied calmly…

But he’d said the most hurtful thing to her….

‘you’re talking about children? Our inability to have kids is clearly your fault…you are barren Lola…face it…’ he spat those bitter words that left her crying all night…

But that pain wasn’t as enormous as what she faced right then…

He wasn’t in the house when she’d left, he’d written her a note telling her he’ll be gone to the barber’s shop to get a clean shave…

So on her return, she was a bit shocked to find his car well parked and the door she’d locked was open….

‘Femi?’ she’d called but there was no answer…

She dropped the meat into the freezer and poured herself some yoghurt that Zainab had prepared herself, speaking of Zainab, she pulled out her pocket diary and realized they had a date…

‘gosh’! she was going to be late and the other girls would be so mad…she gulped the contents of the glass hurriedly and decided to take a shower….she needed this, she needed to see her friends …it had been a very longtime…

‘Femi ? please talk to me’? she called again but there was no answer….then she walked slowly at first towards his bedroom to spy on him…then she heard the sounds…what was that?

His door was slightly parted and the moans of the woman became louder….she saw her husband of six years thrusting in and out of the lightskinned young lady on her matrimonial bed…yes, each bed in the house was sacred…

‘Femi!...’ she screamed …and they broke apart that moment…but later ignored her and continued…

‘close the door Lola…can’t you see am busy’? mockery laced his voice….

‘come here darling….’ They young woman drawled and ignored her completely….


She was lost, what could she have done? She was still lost as she moved to the kitchen and sat on the tiled floor….

This wasn’t the type of man she’d seen while dating Femi…he’d cheated on her severally….but he’d been a little too bold this time around…

Pain soured through her, numbness embraced her bones and her thoughts flew across the skies…how could a man bring his mistress home? How could he make love to her in their own home? It only meant one thing, Femi had no respect whatsoever for her….

She picked up her phone, hesitant and confused….was it right to tell Zainab and the girls what had happened? Why was she always the unlucky one?

Out of their four marriages, hers had been on the rocks right after the honeymoon, Femi had been one of the nicest guys back on campus but after they got married, he suddenly changed…or did he change? Had he always been like this? Had she been blinded by his looks and flamboyance?

She had come from a very lowly family, she met Femi in her first year in the University and they had both fallen in love with each other…there was no denial of the attraction between them…he loved and adored her very much…

There was nothing as precious to him as Lola back then….but after the marriage, he changed totally….he still cared for her no doubt, he’d told her to stay back and look after the house…so she’d declined the jobs that she’d been offered by some foreign companies and became a housewife…

Femi always paid the bills, he bought her clothes and jewelries…when It came to provision, he was the perfect man but his ways weren’t straight when it came to the marriage bed…Femi was an unrepentant infidel…

This had done it, grief choked her throat and she groaned in pain…how could he hurt her like this? She couldn’t believe Femi had the heart to unleash such cruelty…but she wasn’t dreaming, it was real…

‘Zee….i cannot make it….i am in trouble…don’t wait up for me….’ Without thinking she had dialed Zainab’s number and spoken those words hurriedly….

‘Hello? Lola…what’s wrong? Talk to me….did something bad happen’? the anxiety in Zainab’s voice was glaring…

‘it’s Femi…he brought a woman to the house…I don’t know what to do, I am totally confused…’ she sniffled…

‘hey, calm down it’s okay…are you sure you really wanna be in that house? Why don’t you come over to my place and spend the night?’what Femi had done was despicable….


‘I don’t know Zee, I think I’m going crazy….can you call back later?’ Lola brought the call to an end when she heard footsteps approach the kitchen….


‘Are you done reporting me to your stupid friends’? Femi walked into the kitchen and leaned on the cabinet and studied his wife briefly…

‘is this all you have to say after bringing that LovePeddler into our house’? Indignation rose to her neck as her fair complexion became a bright red…how dare he?

‘our house? You serious about that? I built this house with my money….so, stop saying ‘our’…’ he scoffed and fetched himself a beer from the fridge….

‘why are you doing this Femi? Why are you hurting me? If I have done anything wrong, you should tell me…’ tears flowed unrestricted from her eyes…

‘hey! Hold it up….why are we even speaking to each other…. ? my life ended the day I married you Lola…can’t you see?’ he swallowed the drink greedily….

‘how could you say something so callous? Do you think I ma some toy made in China? I am some inanimate object? I’m human ,I have feelings…’ she wiped her face and launched a plate at him…


‘wow great move….’ He dodged and shifted from where he stood…

‘I want a divorce….’he spoke curtly….

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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by amtalkin(f): 3:00pm On Apr 10, 2017
Front sit
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by abefe99: 3:13pm On Apr 10, 2017
ave never read it but gbosa welcome dear
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Nobody: 3:27pm On Apr 10, 2017
Nice one
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by xaviercasmir(m): 3:36pm On Apr 10, 2017
following
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Nobody: 4:10pm On Apr 10, 2017
When U Said We Are Going To Others Story I Thought U Are Referring To Ikada And House Of Secret And So On, Bt Here I Can See Another Thread Openin By U Y Nt Finish Those Stories B4 U Start Diz New One.
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Buttersss(f): 4:21pm On Apr 10, 2017
holuwanoisy111:
When U Said We Are Going To Others Story I Thought U Are Referring To Ikada And House Of Secret And So On, Bt Here I Can See Another Thread Openin By U Y Nt Finish Those Stories B4 U Start Diz New One.
please leave me alone.
I will finish my stories, I always do. I just finished diary of a lovesick writer.
You have never for once commended my effort on the other stories. All I get from you is reminders. Please leave me biko. I have explained myself a thousand times. Try and be patient Mr Holuwanoisy11, thank you.

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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Buttersss(f): 4:32pm On Apr 10, 2017
amtalkin:
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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Buttersss(f): 4:33pm On Apr 10, 2017
abefe99:
ave never read it but gbosa welcome dear
thank u
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Buttersss(f): 4:33pm On Apr 10, 2017
NLchikeeto:
Nice one
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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Buttersss(f): 4:33pm On Apr 10, 2017
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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by abefe99: 5:38pm On Apr 10, 2017
in vex for the guy but as ur story sweet now nobody go won miss am
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Buttersss(f): 10:05am On Apr 11, 2017
what’? maybe she hadn’t heard him well as the words faded the moment he spoke them….

‘I want my freedom Lola, marriage was never for me…I don’t wanna be with you anymore….so just go wherever…I’m done here….’ he licked his lips and drank some more….


‘no, this cannot be happening , no…Femi? You can’t do this to me…’ her sobbing increased…how could he throw to the birds everything they had shared….

‘it is happening baby…I know you married me because of my wealth….i promise you, you wouldn’t lack anything even after the divorce….i just want to be free…’ he continued and almost chuckled at her dramatic display…

‘no, you are drunk…that’s the beer speaking to me right now….you’re sick, if you think I’m gonna let you dump me just like that…we’re in this together, for better and for worse…please Femi I love you…can’t you see? I loved you from the first day we met in the library….my heart is in your hands, please don’t break it….’ She walked towards him and held his hands….she sought warmth, she yearned for comfort in his hands but they were cold….just like his eyes …

‘I am being honest, what have you offered me Lola? I needed children, this would be our seventh year in marriage and it isn’t working out as we planned, how many doctors? How many hospitals have we visited? Just look at me…look at us we weren’t like this…we need to go to our separate ways…I’ve already called a lawyer….he’s arranged the papers…I just need you to sign it….thank you…’ he released her arms and began walking out the door but her question stopped him…


‘Wait, Femi….are you doing this because of your family? Did you ever love me for real’? her eyes burned with fresh tears as she waited for the truth….


‘no Lola, I am doing this for me…and as for your other question? I once loved you…but love fades….’ He turned around and left….

‘God, let this not be real…where do I start from? How do I get over him’? all her life, she’d lived for this one man and he’d betrayed her…he’d broken his promises to her….

‘I might just have to take Zainab’s offer….’ She whispered fearfully as she tried to shake off the burden that weighed heavily on her…




***
‘you’ve been out all day…you left me and Odinaka alone….’ Sly wondered what had kept his wife this long from home…

She’d told her she had a date with Zainab and the other girls but he never expected it to be this long…he missed her dearly…

Amaka was still mad at him for having an affair with his secretary ….he felt guilty by what he’d done, his conscience pricked him day and night and he had no other option than to speak to their pastor about it…

‘Your wife owns you, she owns your body, and you have soiled it by sharing what belongs to her with another woman…many men wouldn’t do what you’re doing right now….they would neither show remorse or confess their sins to their wives….i’ll advise you to take one day fasting and pray to Jesus about it…tell him to take that judgment from you after which you confess to your wife….make her understand that it happened only once and you’re willing to forgo that secretary of yours….be more careful in future Brother Sylvester…’ Pastor Ike had advised him…

He loved Amaka with his dying breath…she made him happy as she respected him and treated him with utmost love and care…but he’d failed her greatly and he’d regretted it deeply….but the problem was that Amaka was a very unforgiving person…she kept grudges a lot and that was the only flaw in her…

‘and now I am back….sweetheart, did you miss mummy’? she ignored her husband and picked up her little son…

Sly had always been the perfect husband, till he cheated on her with his stupid secretary which he was still shagging for sure…

‘I made us dinner….’ Sly rose to his feet and got her bag….when was she going to get mad at him? When would she cry? …
After taking the advice of the pastor and telling Amaka about his misgivings…she simply looked him in the eye like she hadn’t believed what he told her….

After moments of being silent, her eyes which had turned cold faced him in challenge….

‘well Sly, since you have broken your vows to me…since you now enjoy the company of other women…I think I am also free to enjoy myself….’ She hissed and went back to sleep, that was two days before…

‘I already ate at Zee’s …goodnight….’ She walked away from him before he could say anything? Why was she making this difficult than it already was?

‘damn Doyin’! he hit the table angrily….he had no excuse to fall into her trap…it had only happened once and he hadn’t hesitated in firing her after the incidence…he loved Amaka that much…but how long would she give him the silent treatment?


He needed to talk to her….he loved his angel so much but his only wish was for her to forgive him…to yell at him…to do something…

Her silence was the worst punishment he could ever have….he shrugged and followed her towards their bedroom….

‘what are you doing now’? Sly raised his brows as she tied the baby to the back and started unpacking some boxes…his heart raced…was she leaving him?

‘moving to my room Sly, this isn’t the time…just get out of my way….’ Amaka ignored him and continued gathering the few things she needed…

‘your room?...but we agreed not to have separate rooms….’ He was relieved she wasn’t leaving him….

‘yes we did dear husband, but that was before you slept with Doyin….i cannot sleep on that bed with you knowing you found pleasure in the arms of another woman….’ She had to avoid him for some time and getting her own room would be the best thing….


‘Amaka…I am sorry, it only happened once and she’s been fired..so there’s no need for you to worry…I know I broke your heart and it’s going to take some time…but just stay right here with me…’ he went on his knees…

‘whoa slow down, so that’s supposed to make me feel better? That you have fired her? Do you think I am a fool Sly? You got that office romance thing going on since before our marriage…I guess I must have been to blind…I so hate you right now…get out of my way…’ she tried to move forward but he stopped her…..

‘Amaka…please remember the love we shared…please don’t let it die…it was a mistake….’ He held her hands but she pushed him off forcefully and went out of the room….

‘God help me, I cannot do this alone…’ he turned and scanned the room which now seemed empty as his angel was gone…

***
‘can you stop that and finish your food’? Zainab wondered what Abdul was typing, he’d seemed a lot busy the previous week..maybe it had to do with the celebrations…

‘Do not be angry with me baby…Alhaji Tako called me earlier in the day and asked me to see him tomorrow…it seems he has a contract for me…’ Abdul smiled at his lovely wife…he was so proud of Zainab…

‘Engineering was never easy…now drop the phone and finish your food darling….’ Zainab relaxed against the chair…she wasn’t happy about her friend’s situation…

She’d know Femi for some years now and he had always been ruthless in his womanizing ways, he never spared Lola the embarrassment…

Now he finally had the nerve to take one of his prostitutes home…if only Lola would hearken to her…she needed to change her environment…

Staying in that house wasn’t healthy for her…she needed to be alone for some time and think through the matter….what was Femi really after? What did he want?

‘so are you proud you married a civil engineer’? Abdul gulped generously from the glass …his wife wasn’t totally happy, though he’d bought her some gifts as well as the children…was her countenance part of his undoing? He hated to upset Zainab…she was the perfect woman for him…

‘yes dear, I am…’ his faced beamed with smiles as she replied his question….

‘so baby, did you see the lingerie I bought you? We should try something new tonight…I miss having you in my bed…’ he hoped the children weren’t close by…

‘Abdul! I saw them but I cannot wear such obscene clothes…they are meant for those who work in brothels….a muslima shouldn’t be found wearing such things….’ She voiced her displease with his gift…

‘okay…I am sorry my wife, but are you kissing me tonight’? it had been a long time since they’d made love…
He understood her reasons but he couldn’t wait any longer, three weeks was a long time….Zainab had been very busy preparing for the Celebrations and she was part of the executive in the MWOL(Muslim women Organisation Lagos…) so he knew than to bother her…

‘tonight? I don’t know Abdul…you know I had a date with my friends, I am a bit fatigued….but we’ll see…’ she peered at the clock and wondered if Lola was still going to make it…

‘speaking of your friends…how are they? Haven’t heard much from Lola…is she okay’? Abdul always favored her…

She reminded him of his wife sometimes…a closer look at the two would make one think they were related…

Lola was tall ,slender , light skinned and had the most attractive form…her lips weren’t full but slightly thin…her nose was sharp and angular and her eyes were golden and bulky…she was a very beautiful woman…

But not as beautiful as his Zainabu, his wife was the most lovely woman, though he was Fulani, she was a hausa woman…she was five feet plus and her hair was quite long as it fell beneath her shoulders… she was very lightskinned and her lips were pink and pale…but the smile that came from them could tame a raging lion….

Her nose was broad and finely placed on her oval face…her eyes were wide and dark brown…


‘I don’t know baby but they would be fine…’ she didn’t make it a point of duty to expose her friend’s marital problems to her husband…but when their problems were about to swallow her peace…she had no other option than to spill it…


‘do you want to talk about it?’ he asked gently and reached for her slender fingers….

‘should i? we’ve both had a long day, maybe we should get some sleep…’ she returned…

‘tell me Zee…talk to me, it kills me whenever you’re like this…like you’re carrying the weight of the world…’ she was so caring and that alone had its consequences…

‘Lola had a fight with Femi….i told her she could come stay over the night…I hope it is okay? As she sounded so hurt on the phone…’ Zainab sought his permission…

‘anything you want baby, whatever makes you happy…this house also belongs to you…’ he gave her hand a squeeze…

‘I love you baby…you’re the man behind my smile…thanks for being there for me whenever I need you….’she smiled at him.

‘hey, don’t be too hard on yourself, your friend’s are my friend’s too…maybe I should talk to Femi…what do you think’? he inquired thoughtfully? Not that he was very close to the man, but his behavior towards Lola was degrading…

‘no baby, let’s stay out of it….they’ll sort themselves out somehow…’Zainab protested….

He was about to say something when the door flung wide revealing a fearful Lola…she looked so fragile and vulnerable …

‘I guess she took my offer…’ Zainab rose to welcome her friend ….


‘good evening….i am sorry I barged into the house like this…it’s just the dogs…..their barking and growling terrified me…’Lola placed her hands on her chest …

‘welcome Lola, I am sorry about that…you know how much I love dogs….’ Abdul gazed at her slowly…had she been crying?

‘darling? Could you go to the room and check on the kids’? Zainab deliberately sent her husband away…she needed to comfort her friend, one look at Lola would tell anyone that she needed to talk to someone…

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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Shakyroh320(f): 11:16am On Apr 11, 2017
Here i am,kip it coming dear
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by empress101(f): 12:09pm On Apr 11, 2017
smiley interesting
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Alennsar(f): 3:53pm On Apr 11, 2017
Zainab will loose her husband. A muslim woman should always choose her husband as her priority but she's loosing it.,
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Angelsss(f): 4:05pm On Apr 12, 2017
did you really have to do that? Hope I didn’t interrupt anything?’ Lola forced a smile as she took a seat…
She always envied the peace and harmony Zainab’s marriage offered…she always wished Femi could turn a new leaf and they’d such a beautiful family…but Femi was a devil…


‘No, you just came at the right time….’Zainab replied…

‘I’m sorry I missed the date…I am really….’ She gestured with her hands…

‘it’s okay…are you ready to talk now? Is the woman still with him?’ Zainab stared at her face intently …like she was trying not just to read a book but to comprehend the words written on it…

‘yes she is gone…but I’ll tell you everything tomorrow…all I need is some rest right now…..’ she avoided Zainab’s piercing eyes…

‘that’s fine…let me go prepare you a bed….’ Zainab picked her bags and disappeared for a while….


‘I can’t believe this is happening to me….i am officially a divorcee…’ Lola chuckled softly …but the sound didn’t appeal to her ears…she was going crazy and it all had to do with Femi…

‘it’s ready dear…. ‘ Zainab retuned minutes after and led Lola towards the room…

‘how are the kids? Is Umaima ten yet? I promised to buy her a gift on her tenth birthday…’ Lola loved spending time with children…why couldn’t God bless her with one?

‘she would be ten nextweek, get that gift ready…maybe you should see them before they sleep…’ Zee chuckled softly …


‘yes, that’s a good idea…what does Umaima like?’ Lola rubbed her chin…

‘only Umaima can answer that’ Zainab replied and pushed the door open…and found her husband playing with the kids….

‘Abdul! I told you to put them to sleep….’ Zainab shook her head as she picked up the medium sized pillows they’d thrown carelessly on the floor…

‘Aunt Lola…’ the kids surrounded her and she held herself from crying…why was life so cruel? All she wanted was something as beautiful as this?

‘are you angry with me dear wife’? Abdul pulled Zainab to his laps and gave her a brief kiss…she pushed him away gently as she hated amorous display before her kids…

‘so daddy took us shopping today…guess what Aunt Lola? I have a new shoe….’ Umaima grinned excitedly….

‘wow, I am happy for you….’ Lola smiled and looked up and found his dark eyes on her…his eyes reminded him of Femi’s….

‘Can I show you my new toys’? Abdulkhadir was eager to show them to her…..

‘why not sweetheart? Where is Aisha?’ she was the youngest of the trio….

‘soundly asleep…’Abdul replied and called the kids back to bed…

‘don’t worry, Aunt Lola would have all day to spend with you guys okay? Goodnight my angels…’ Lola waved at them and followed Zainab steadily behind ….

‘the room is lovely….i am happy you could do this for me….God bless you abundantly….’ Lola’s voice was husky with emotion….

‘it’s nothing…friends are for times and seasons as this…sleep well Lola….’ She closed the door gently behind her….


‘how is she now….’? Abdul rolled over and faced his wife as she slipped on her nightgown and lay close to him….

‘she will be fine,…..asking her to come over was the best thing to do…she would get over this…’ she turned and backed her husband…

She needed some sleep as she had a lot to do the next day, Abdulkhadir and Umaima were returning to the boarding house in two days time, she needed to go shopping for their uniforms and stationeries …the holidays were over …

‘how about us? Remember our plans for tonight….’ He snuggled close to her and wrapped his hands all over her…she smelt of jasmine and honeysuckle …

‘baby?....what plans’? she groaned and tried to uncurl his firm arms from her waist…why was her husband bent on being naughty?

‘I need you Zee…can’t you see? A man is dying here you know….’ He pushed her back closer to his hard member…..why were women this naïve sometimes?

‘not tonight Abdul…’ she turned and faced him, to say she married a handsome man was an understatement, Abdulazeez was very good looking….

He was tall and muscular…his tanned skin was smooth and beautiful to touch…his lips were thin and sensuous…his nose like Most Fulani men, was perfectly pointed but it was his eyes that pleased her greatly….

‘I love your eyes…always dark and gentle…to look at…’ she kissed his forehead and they stayed that way for some minutes…

‘I love yours too…Zainab, I want you to touch me….’ His hands roamed her body...he ached with need and his wife was being coy about it…

‘Am not in the mood Abdul…I am tired and kind of Unsettled…we will do this tomorrow, I promise….’ She kissed him again…

‘it’s not fair…why do you always starve me….?’ He was getting irritated by her pious behavior…sometimes she acted like making love was dirty…like it was sinful…

‘starve you? But we had sex three weeks ago…come on baby…don’t be inconsiderate…just let me take a rest …we can always do this some other time…’ she pleaded with him….

‘alright, can you give me a hand job’? his eyes were pleading, he was desperate…

‘hand job? What’s that?’ she sat up suddenly….

‘can I have your hands….?please’? he requested sweetly….

‘sure…have them…’ she handed him her fingers and he dropped them directly on his crotch…she gasped in shock and pulled her hands away from him….

‘Zee…come on…help a brother out here…’he bit his lip in frustration….

‘goodnight Abdul…a little night of abstainance wouldn’t kill you a bit…sleep well baby…’ she burrowed into the blanket and zoomed off….

‘damn!’ he cursed and fell back on the bed….

***

She tossed and turned restlessly on the bed….why couldn’t she get that bastard off her mind?

‘I want a divorce….’ Those words echoed in her brain and she began to cry afresh…where would she start from…?

How would she bring herself to tell Zainab and the other two girls about her pieces of a marriage, she was shattered…everything was a blur…her world was dark and gloomy…

She picked her phone and read the messages from her other friends, Amaka and Edima….they were bothered by her absence….

At least that made her smile as she wiped her face with some tissue…her friends cared about her and that was enough….

They would help her pull through the divorce, they would help her get back on her feet and forget Femi forever…

She dropped the phone and searched her bag for a bottled water…she was quite sure she brought some bottles…

She suddenly felt the urge to drink something…her throat burned and itched from thirst….she had been deeply hurt to remember such things as food or water….but right then her insides cried out for food and she knew she was in trouble…

She decided to go to the dining table or the kitchen, if Zainab saw her there she wouldn’t be offended that a guest couldn’t keep her feet at one place…

Frankly, of all her friends, Zee was the most accommodating…she had the kindest heart and purest soul…Zainab was an angel….

She opened the door and walked gingerly towards the dining, she didn’t want to be a nuisance so she walked on her toes till she reached the dining….

Plates were scattered all over the table and she figured she could help herself with some leftover…Zainab must have been very tired…she didn’t have a maid as she was a housewife who enjoyed doing chores by herself…

She never left her dishes unwashed, tonight was quite different , Lola observed as she picked a clean fork and dug it into the porridge yam….

‘wow…way to go girl…’she swallowed a delicious piece…Zainab had always been the cook…while she had the beauty, Amaka had the pose( madam model) that was what they called her…she was into fashion business….a hard boiled fashionista while Edima was the workaholic…she couldn’t blame her, maybe she deliberately dug her head into work to forget about her late husband, Fred Bassey.

They all had talents and were unique in their own way…

That moment was hers alone, she closed her eyes and savored the meal, nothing had ever taste better, even her husband’s voice couldn’t stop her from smiling…joy bubbled inside her…but a very deep voice called her back to reality…

‘Good morning Alhaji, I got your message, I would come with my boys tomorrow…’ Abdul stared at the clock, it read twelve midnight…he hadn’t wanted to disturb Zainab’s sleep, that was why he came to the parlor to answer the call…

‘alright sir…S’ai gobe…’he ended the call and focused on her….

‘Abdul…’! she gasped…he’d frightened her…

She observed he had changed into a black sutan that was a bit lengthy and made him look like some ancient warrior…..Zainab’s husband was a very attractive man but not as her Femi…

‘Lola? Sorry I scared you…one of my clients called….’ He stuttered and walked closer to her…his eyes raked her whole body and he felt blood rise to his brain…this was dangerous…he decided to turn back…

‘Abdul? ….’ She wondered why he looked frightened…

‘yes? …’ he swallowed and walked towards her…

Her breasts were bare in the nightgown she wore….their shape was round and perfect and her nipples were peach colored…they glowed under the light….

Her slender neck was smooth and he felt like caressing her….

‘Nothing…’ she pushed the plate away and blushed as his eyes travelled down her dress? She suddenly felt nervous…what had she gotten herself into?

‘I have to go Abdul…goodnight…’ her smile was shaky as she rose to her feet…why did he have to be this fine? His eyes darkened with desire and he looked more handsome…

‘wait…’ he held her hands gently….

‘what’? her legs now felt weak…

‘I am sorry…’ he traced a fine line on her face ‘I am sorry…’ he traced a fine line on her face with his fingers and covered her mouth with his…she wouldn’t let in him at first, her mouth was a bit salty and sweet at the same time…he reveled in the unique mixture and pressed her firmly to him…

His mouth searched hers and found her tongue and she opened up to him willingly, she didn’t understand this new wave of pleasure…she hadn’t felt this way before…not even with her husband or ex husband …

Butterflies filled her belly and her heart thudded with excitement….

‘Zainab….’ She tried to steady her breath as she pulled away from him….how could she do this to her friend? How could something feel so wrong yet so right? How could sin be this glorious?

‘doesn’t matter…I’ve always been attracted to you…I want you Lola…I don’t care about your sick husband …he doesn’t know your worth…’ Abdul caressed her hair with his fingers, knowing very well what he was getting himself into…

‘I think I am attracted to you too…but…’ she tried to protest but his kisses wouldn’t forsake her…

‘let’s go to the kitchen…it’s safer there…’ he whispered and she nodded foolishly…

He scooped her into his firm hands and took her to the kitchen…with one swift move, he put away the lights and searched for her body in the darkness…

They were on fire and couldn’t keep their hands off each other…skin to skin, lips against lips, breath to breath until his hands found their way to her legs and she moaned in pleasure…

He was such an excellent lover…

Without wasting more time…her legs gave way to his request as his hands spread them apart and he began to dance on her and with her…

Together they became one, together they found pleasure and the skies went dark when it was over…

‘what have we done Abdul…’? Lola felt morbid with regret…what had she done?

‘something we would do again….’ he smacked her backside and kissed her mouth hungrily…

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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Gloriagee(f): 4:54pm On Apr 12, 2017
Olounmaje o
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Buttersss(f): 4:58pm On Apr 12, 2017
Shakyroh320:
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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Buttersss(f): 4:59pm On Apr 12, 2017
Gloriagee:
Olounmaje o
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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Buttersss(f): 4:59pm On Apr 12, 2017
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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Buttersss(f): 5:00pm On Apr 12, 2017
Alennsar:
Zainab will loose her husband. A muslim woman should always choose her husband as her priority but she's loosing it.,
hmmmm
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Alennsar(f): 7:43pm On Apr 12, 2017
Five minutes endurance can avert dis huge problem that is about to unfold.
zee doesn't know Wat she have until she loose it.

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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Buttersss(f): 7:10pm On Apr 13, 2017
***
She smiled as she looked at his picture…the man that had stolen her heart three years ago, that year would make it the fourth since he was gone and she still couldn’t get over him…

Zainab had helped her get better the other day…of all her friends, Zainab was one who could turn a gloomy situation into a gloomy one….

She would be twenty eight years old in a few weeks time and she hadn’t thought of re-marrying or dating…men kept coming up to her but they would never understand that she was still in love with her Frederick…

Was it that hard for them?

She applied a generous amount of foundation on her face, Edima Bassey was a pharmacist and they had a seminar going on …she had to be there as early as possible…

She had made up her mind not to have anything to do with men for a while…she would keep off them till she was ready to go out of her way and love again…

Till she was ready to give her heart out to another…it was such a risky thing to do…

‘what do we have here…’? she smacked her lips as her phone buzzed…she had sent Lola a message on watsapp but she was yet to reply…what was going on? She desperately hoped her friend was okay…she had to be…

She sighed and dropped the phone back in her purse…it was a reminder from the Pharmacists Association Nigeria about the seminar…

Sometimes she wished Lola could divorce Femi, that man was no good…he toyed with her feelings, he was obnoxious and proud…all because he was a wealthy man….
But Lola was fixed on him, she loved her husband more than anything else in the world…sadly, he didn’t feel same about her…

Zainab had talked to her on phone the other day, though she didn’t give them details about what Lola had filled her in on…one look at Zee’s face could tell you, Femi had done something terrible to Lola…

And there was Amaka who had acted like she was menopausal…what was happening to her friends? She lined her lips quickly and mentally rehearsed her plans for the day…she would call her friends later…

‘oops…’ she kissed the picture on her table and rushed out…she hoped she wouldn’t be caught in traffic as she had an important part to play at the seminar…

The Seminar wasn’t a national matter, it was meant for pharmacists who resided in the western part of the country, so there was not much crowd…

She parked her car in the area allotted for cars and slipped out of with her briefcase and her identity card hanging down her neck….

‘welcome Mrs Bassey…get prepared, you’re up next…’ the President of the Association whispered into her ears and she suddenly felt nervous…she hadn’t expected to give the lecture on ‘drug abuse among professionals’ so quickly…

‘you look nervous…..’ the man’s cologne unsettled her brain…her eyes peered at the man that owned that beautiful voice…

‘I…don’t know…maybe…’ she struggled to tear her eyes off of him as his kind gaze travelled over her face…

‘excuse me, that would be my name…’ her voice was shaky as she was called forth to deliver the lecture…she had never felt this nervous….why did his voice tickle her nerves ?

She forced the thoughts of him out of her mind and gave herself a sound advice as she climbed the stage, the crowd was kind enough to applaud her which helped her shaky feet steady…

He was still staring at her, hell, everyone was but why did she feel unnerved by his gaze? …he looked like a man in his thirties, he was darkly handsome and his mouth wore this permanent smile…like he was always in a good mood?

He wasn’t tall, she observed him as she scanned the hall…he had good hair, his head was a mass of black curls…his brows were well shaved and haughty…
His nose was straight and solid…he was a very cute guy , she decided and forced herself to focus on what she’d come to do….

‘Goodmorning Ladies and gentlemen, ….I am Mrs Edima Bassey and I am here to present a lecture on Drug Use among Medical Professionals….what is Drug Use? Let us start with the definition of terms….’ She slipped on her glasses and began to lecture….


‘her husband is dead…why wouldn’t she change her name…’? the woman beside him seemed displeased…her statement further relieved him of the tension that had built within when he had heard her full name….

‘my god? Am I that desperate to hit on a married woman’? That was Omale’s first thought when he had heard her name…

Omale Ibrahim was a medical doctor, one of his pharmacist friends had invited him for the seminar and he had been willing to attend, he loved seminars and conferences and all forms of gathering that sought to impact knowledge about socio-medical realities….

He was a very open minded person and was ready to listen to what anybody had to offer, provided it was something rich and meaningful…

So she was a widow? Could he handle that? He didn’t know why, but from the moment she’d walked into that hall, he just couldn’t take his eyes off her…

He reminded her of someone he’d really cared about once before….he reminded her of his late wife, Ene.

They had been married for just a year, that was the happiest part of his thirty six years life on earth…but why was happiness elusive?

One waited patiently for it most times and when finally found…it vanished without trace…he had struggled with depression over the years not understanding why God should take his wife during childbirth…

He blamed himself for it….what else could he do? Someone had to bear the blame…her death brought him unimaginable pain…

But with help and love from his family, he was able to overcome the power of depression and guilt…God had seen him through that dark tunnel and he had seen the light…

He no longer wallowed in self pity and hate…neither was he bitter about God’s decision…he accepted it as part of God’s plan for his life and had moved on….

But he still found himself unable to love, not just unable but terrified at the prospect of trusting another with your whole heart…what if the person died again? How would he overcome another affliction?

She was very poise and confident and he loved the way she spoke…her English was polished and without any trace of accent….she was comfortable in her skin, he observed and smiled when she made a funny statement…

And she did have a good sense of humour… she wasn’t tall or short, her ebony skin was complemented by the red suit she wore…she looked like a rose in morning light…

Beauty and brains all wrapped into one, even the way she smiled reminded him of Ene and he shifted uncomfortable as the dimples on her cheeks betrayed her…

How could two people be so alike? That sort of thing usually happened in the movies, he liked her, she intrigued him and he was curious to know her more…

Maybe it was time to find love again, trying wouldn’t hurt him a bit….he quickly slipped off his marriage ring he’d been wearing for four years since after her demise…

It was time to start a new life…and something deep down spoke to him, he felt the gentle wave envelope his being…he had found the woman he had been waiting for…

This time he wasn’t plagued by what harm may come to her or about their future…he only cared for this moment…he was the first to rise and applaud her as she concluded the lecture….

***


‘goodmorning darling, I prepared breakfast….’Sly felt helpless as Amaka was bent on ignoring him…he’d tried opening the door to her room but she’d locked it from inside….when would this be over? He’d asked himself that question many times….

‘not hungry….am back on diet….’ She replied uninterestedly as she fanned her eyes over the table…her husband was trying too hard to impress her…but she wouldn’t give in that easily…

‘baby? But you’re too thin…you have to add some flesh….’ Sly wondered why Amaka was this weight conscious…

She just had that baby and she needed to look healthy but she was already bent on going back to her old ways…

He’d met her at a wedding ceremony, her tall and elegant frame attracted him to her, her neck was long and graceful as that of a swan…her caramel complexion was flawless and her tiny eyeballs were heavily cloaked with thick lashes…

His wife was a very beautiful woman but she was too skinny for his liking…

‘oh! I forgot your secretary has a fat ass…is that what you want me to look like’? her tongue burned for more words…

One look at Sly got her more perturbed, there was nothing he could do to placate the resentment that brew in her heart….

He had slept with another woman, he had made a fool of her…she had done almost everything to please this man…and he cheated…

What irked her most was the way he carried himself, he still looked calm and peaceful…he didn’t look sorry enough for what he’d done…

‘I am sorry Amy….why can’t you get past this?’ his shoulders dropped in a dejected fashion….

‘get past the fact that you bleeped your mistress and you had the nerves to tell me about it’? her voice rose with the anger she felt…

‘it happened only once…Amy believe me…I love you so much…’ Sly bowed his head in regret…maybe he shouldn’t have listened to the pastor…maybe he should have kept it to himself…they wouldn’t be having that conversation…

‘after all the things I did for you in bed? Wearing lingerie, French maid costume? Riding on top of you? Wasn’t that enough? Am I not good enough…’ her voice broke and she dragged a seat and settled down…

The hurt in her eyes was evident….it made him feel worse…what had he been thinking, hooking up with Doyin?

‘Amaka…you’re perfect for me…I just love you the way you are….’ He rose to meet him but she blocked his hands from touching her…

‘how easy for you to say….you know what? I am not going to cry no more…you’re not that important…’ she swallowed…

‘baby please don’t say that, I am still your husband…’ was she going to cheat on him as she’d threatened? His heart pounded heavily against his chest…

‘one last question, did you use protection?’ she rubbed her fingers waiting for his response…

‘baby do we have to move back and forth? Is that even necessary, I am healthy I promise you…I checked out with the doctor…’ he was desperate to win his angel back…

‘you’re now avoiding my question? Here’s the deal…from now on we are having sex with condoms , don’t speak to me unnecessarily ….but whenever you want to have sex, just tell me and I’ll comply…but I take back my love…and we’re not having any other kid except Odinaka…if that’s too much for me to ask, you may as well go back to your mistress…’ she folded he arms across her chest and waited for him to speak…

‘I’ll do anything you want…’ though her terms sounded ridiculous…he was ready to abide by whatever rules would make her happy…he knew for sure that she only acted this way because she was unhappy with him…

‘good….’Amaka replied…

‘Benson is flying in today…he would stay with us awhile…you remember him right?’ Sly spoke of his cousin who lived in Hanover, Germany…

‘that’s your problem, not mine….’ Her voice was low…

Without wasting more time with him, she got up and left for her room…Lola hadn’t returned her calls, neither had she replied her messages on Whatsapp…

Sylvester watched as she walked away from him, he needed to talk to someone…he needed advice…




****

‘excuse me pretty…’ Omale had kept his eyes on her and spotted as she left the building…

She had heard the male voice quite alright but she didn’t think the voice called after her…finally it was over…she could return to her normal and boring life again…

Preparing for the lecture had kept her busy for a few weeks, she’d gone to different libraries and book stores and had spent quality time researching on the topic…now she was done, she felt empty…what would keep her busy yet again? She usually drowned herself in her work…

Standing on that stage was a bit frightening for her….but she scaled through and it scared her as she remembered his smile…

Honestly, she was jittery at first but one look at his face gave her this assurance, hope and faith that she could do anything…his smile had meant so many things to her as she stood on that stage…

Most importantly was the semblance it bore with Frederick’s smile…she forced the door open and felt that sick feeling creep up her spine…

Why did he have to leave her?

‘hello ….’ Omale wouldn’t give up as he followed her to where she parked her car…

She turned and faced the owner of that masculine voice, the man that owned that smile…why was he calling after her?

‘hello….can I help you…’? she asked politely…

‘if you want to….’ He replied casually still watching her fine features…

‘I’m sorry, I was about leaving for something very important…do you mind’? she let her guards up…one look at his dark eyes told her this man was no good…and it bothered her …

‘I am Omale Ibrahim….’ He smiled and offered her his hand…

‘I don’t think I know you…can I go now’? she was being defensive…

‘oh, I see…you did well up there…I really enjoyed your lecture, why didn’t you go into academics’? he pressed on as she ignored his hand…

‘really? Thank you Mr Omale…I really have to run…’she was getting irritated by his confidence? Who did he think he was?

‘can I at least know your name? have your number’? he kept on his smile…this one was trying too hard to be difficult …

‘just get out of my way…I am married and I feel insulted by whatever you’re trying to do…’ she blurted out angrily….

‘but I heard you are a….’ he paused as tears welled up her eyes and he knew that instant he’d hit a nerve…

‘get out of my way before I call the security you fool…’ she slammed the car door and ignited the engine….without looking back, she drove away…

‘wow….i just found my wife….’Omale adjusted his tie as excitement bubbled inside him…Edima Bassey…he wouldn’t give up on her that easily…

***

Zainab had woken early for the Fajr prayers….she needed to praise her maker for being gracious and showing mercy by upholding and blessing he family….

She prayed for her lovely children, Abdul Khadir, Umaima and A’isha, she prayed for God to help them prosper and excel in their academics…she prayed for them to find favor among men and continue to be good children…

Then, she prayed for Allah’s illumination to fall on Abdul’s path…the man she had married…the man who cherished and adored her more than anything in the world…

It was new day, a Saturday and satudays were always lovely, she loved the day specially for it made her unusually excited and happy…

Maybe it was because on Saturdays, Abdul usually stayed home and spent time with her and the children…but he was still asleep…

He’d even missed his prayers and she didn’t want to wake him, he’d been stressed up enough , more so, He was to have an appointment with one of his clients…he’d told her that…

‘Can you guys tone it down’? she yelled at her kids who played ball in the yard….they hadn’t wasted any time…

After a healthy breakfast of scones and cereal they rushed to the yard with their ball…they made her so happy as she peered towards them from the kitchen window…

‘watch your Baby sister Umaima…’ Zainab instructed her eldest daughter …Aisha still needed to be watched closely while the other two were already overgrown…

She poured a generous amount of brown rich tea into her mug and inhaled the enticing fragrance, she was partial to tea while Abdul preferred coffee…

She gulped the drink without hesitation an it burnt the tip of her tongue, she carefully placed the teapot on the cabinet and reached for her buzzing phone…

The time was almost ten o’clock, she felt glad that Lola had agreed to come spend the night at her place…she could stay as long as she wanted…

A break from that Femi guy was all she needed…she would figure out the rest later….

‘Hello pretty one….’ It was Edima calling…

‘don’t call me that…’ Edima waved her hands off…that was what he’d called her…that was what the stranger called her…

‘is somebody having a bad day? Do you want to talk to mummy about it’? Zee raiased the glass to her lips…

‘something like that…listen, we have a lot to discuss…something terrible happened to me today, I need to talk to you and the girls…’ she couldn’t wait to see her friends…

‘so do we meet today? Can Amaka meet up? This is sudden you know’? Zainab knew whatever Edima had to discuss was important….

‘I shall send her a message…have you heard from Lola? I tried calling her and she wasn’t picking …maybe I should drop over at her place…don’t you think?’ Edima was concerned about her friend …

‘don’t do that…she’s sleeping soundly in my house…just come over, i’ll be waiting….’ She smiled and ended the call…

‘phew….’ She sighed…shopping was cancelled, whenever the girls met, they usually spent more than an hour…it was going to be another long day…

‘I guess Abdul would do the shopping…’ she gulped the remainder of the tea and closed her eyes…he would help her no doubt…that man lover her beyond what she imagined….

‘Zee….’ Lola called out the name in fear….

‘my god you scared me….’ Zainab turned and saw her friend stand by the kitchen door…

‘good morning….’ Lola whispered frightfully ….

Her actions with Abdul the other night dulled her senses…she hadn’t slept through the night…what had she done? What had she brought upon herself?

Here she was standing before the woman who had her best interests at heart, a woman that was more like a mother she never had…her comfort, her shield from marital rainy days and she had betrayed her….

‘I trust you slept well?’ Zainab took in her friends puffy eyes…had she been crying?

‘I am fine Zee…’ her voice was uncertain, still shaky….

Guilt and grief embraced her at once….who could she blame? It wall all Femi’s fault maybe if he hadn’t brought in that woman…maybe if things were done differently …she would never have to sleep over at Zainab’s house and have sex with Abdul…

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Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by xaviercasmir(m): 12:04am On Apr 14, 2017
Nice update. RIDE ON
Re: Love, Lies And Divorce(lld) by Jsaviour(f): 9:02am On Apr 14, 2017
You made me login to nairaland after over a year now. Your story is wow. Please ride on. More ink to you.

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