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|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 12:19am On Dec 01, 2019|
Till Death Do Us Part!
Except: Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
~Joro by wizkid.
Swaying my hips to the sound of the music blasting from the mp3 player, I prepare breakfast without having to think too much about everything or anything.
Looking through my laptop on how to prepare cabbage-carrot casserole, I sway to the left with a glass bowl containing flour. The freshly chopped cabbage is laying neatly on the chopping board with the rest of the ingredients that I google out.
There is something missing though, and I can't seem to lay my mind on it. I continue with my dance steps which probably looks ridiculous.
Now, where's the carrot? I asked myself as it was time to steam the vegetables. I went through all the ingredients once more and I find out that it was carrot that was missing.
I check the cupboards, checked the refrigerator and on the sink but the carrot was no where in sight.
I sighed, went to the gas cooker and turned out the light.
I exhaled deeply, I felt annoyed and perhaps a loser.
Now, my cooking is ruined....
‘Is someone cooking breakfast and smells so delicious?’ Kristy asked. I turned to look at her and found her all smiles.
‘Well, the cooking is ruined! I can't find my cabbage’ I told her.
She made a face, as if about to burst out in an uncontrollably laughter. I gave her a glare and she swallowed hard.
‘What do you mean you can't find your carrots, Kay? Did it suddenly grow wings and fly?’ I rolled my eyes at that and huffed. She just smiled,
‘Well, I guess we will just get something from the restaurant. Will you wait for me to get dressed?’ I asked her.
‘Err...nope. I have practicals and I need to be in school right now. So I will see you later big sis’ she said, coming over to the island where I stood and hugged me.
‘Next time, don't forget carrots when making casserole. It's not good for the health of those that really wants to eat it!’ she whispered into my ear, still hugging me.
‘Okay, off you go you little peepsquak!’ I said, trying not to feel ashamed.
‘Yes you highness, your humble servant shall depart!’ she said, bowing deeply and heading for the exit.
‘Have a nice day!!’ I called after her retreating figure.
‘What's that smell?’ I turned to see my husband in all his three piece suit glory. He looked breathtakingly beautiful. I smiled at him.
‘Cooking is ruined, forgot carrots!’ I said, hoping he understands.
He just chuckled and surveyed the whole kitchen with his eyes.
‘I can see that...’ he said.
After the cooking disaster, I was ready to leave for work. Fred left few minutes ago but that was before I made him promise that he would order pizza tonight.
Being back in the big city is actually very amazing. I loved the fact that my sister is here and of course, I couldn't be any less happier without the presence of ‘my man’
In a thirty minutes drive to my office, I remembered all that happened the night before. I didn't know how my aunt got home after the heated conversation and I couldn't care less.
I came up with the idea of buying back my father's properties and getting another lawyer that would handle the case. I wasn't sure if Fred would accept the idea and I wasnt ready to do anything without him.
The drive to work is unusually slow and the soft music of Lukas Graham 7years brings a feeling of nostalgia to me.
Lukas mentioned of when he was 7,he's mama told him to go get some friends, unless he'd be lonely. When I was seven, my parents got roasted by an unknown fire outbreak and I subjected myself to lesser friends and more of my own company.
I was with so many people but yet alone.....
Too engrossed in my thoughts, I didn't see the traffic light and almost bumped into a grey haired man Mercedes Benz.
I escaped by Slim chance...
I chastise myself about negative thinking and concentrated on all the things I would do at work today, especially after I had been away for two months.
Packing my Ford Mustang in the packing lot of ‘Sofia's silver and jewels’, I turned off the ignition and out of the car. Adjusting my black short lace tight short gown with pebbles at the top for beautification, I made my way into the organization.
All eyes on me as I step foot into the organization, leaving the receptionist desk, I'm greeted by the usual grey walls that bore absolute blankness. Staring at the wall, could make one forget about neither the present nor the past. I refrained from staring at the blank walls which only ardonement is a silver necklace that cost about fifty thousand naira.
Making my way into the elevator, I was stopped half way by a voice I know too well, a voice I have gotten accustomed to over the years.
‘Kayla, good to see that you are back from your honeymoon. Report to my office now!’ My boss thundered as she matched away, using the electric moving staircase.
What does she want this time?
I turned away from the elevator and went to the electric moving stairs. After what could be considered as forever, the ever so gracious stairs lands me on the safer side of the ship-oh, damn me and my overdramatic sarcasm!
Offices scattered all over the floor, everyone occupied by their various activities. Running to meet up with their schedules or perhaps walking casually around the place and doing what everyone has gotten accustomed to-gossip.
After been greeted by a dozen of people, I finally make my way into my boss office....
What I say or rather who I saw took my breath away...
Jesus begotten son of the most high!!!
Who do you think that our beloved Kayla saw as she entered her boss office?
It's 12:14 midnight....
How did you see this chapter?
Looking forward for the next!
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by OcMichaels(m): 12:28am On Dec 01, 2019|
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 12:40am On Dec 01, 2019|
Thank you chief!
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by Ann2012(f): 8:37am On Dec 01, 2019|
The chapter is interesting
I think Kayla saw her aunt
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 9:27am On Dec 01, 2019|
Lol, maybe she did, maybe she didn't....
We shall find out in the next update!
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 11:51pm On Dec 02, 2019|
Till Death Do Us Part!
Excerpt: I learned how to deal with my demons!
~Happier by Ed Sheeran
A bouquet of flowers, a greeting card which reads ‘Happy married life, Kay!’ and a smiling Jude.
Who happens to be my ex!
Everyone has been in a relationship that either mould them to be certain of tomorrow or tear their tomorrow apart!
Jude and I were different. Our relationship didn't mould us nor tear us apart.
It did the both to us. It mould and tore us apart!
‘Hun.....’ I called, going through the two bedroom flat.
‘Jude?’ I called again, heading to his bedroom.
I opened the door and meet him packing few clothes into a traveling bag.
I entered, watching him pack...
‘Are you going somewhere?’ I asked, he turned around abruptly and his face shows that he's shocked to see me. I ignore his facial expressions and went to the bag.
‘Why are you packing?’ I asked again.
‘Errmm..errr...hun..?’ he stammered, scratching the back of his head.
‘What?Are you leaving?To where.. Did something come up?’
‘Err..well, yes! Something did come up and I really have to leave, hun..’ he said.
‘When will you be back?’ I asked
‘Well, few weeks, maybe months’ he replied, unsure.
‘Are you breaking up with me Jude?’
‘What? No hun, I'm not’
‘So why are you leaving me, Eh?’ I feel my eyes wet up and I know the gates of hell will break loose any moment from now--in other words, I feel like I'm going to start crying.
‘I have somethings to settle. I will be back I promise!’
‘What things, Jude?’ I asked, confused
He didn't answer, he just stares at me like I was Alvin the chipmunk in reality.
And that's when the gates of hell broke loose.
‘You.. You are leaving me? Oh, god I can't believe this. What did I do to you, why are you leaving, tell me now!’ I yelled, my body trembling like a leaf in cold weather.
He made to touch me but then refrained, I watch him have a silent battle within himself, a battle that I was sure he was going to win.
‘Why, why didn't you tell me before, why now?’ I stretched, sobbing uncontrollably.
‘I will be back, Kayla!’ he said, watching me closely.
‘You'd be back? Oh no you won't Jude! You cheating, lying, backstabbing bastard!’ I screamed, destroying everything that my eyes made contact with. His little packed box went flying all over the place.
He just watched me, not doing anything to stop my raging self. I turned into a demon withing a second and didn't know how to fight back!
I screamed, smile weakly and sobbed uncontrollably.
‘Jude!’ I said, recovering from my small adventure into the past.
I stared at him, flabbergasted. I blinked, trying to be sure that my eyes were not cheating me. I blinked again, still very much shocked.
I looked at my boss who is just smiling evilly
‘What? I couldn't just have him wait outside for you. He's been through a lot!’ my boss states, like I cared.
Jude came closer..
‘Happy married life, Kay. I've heard a lot about you and him and I think you made the right choice!’ he said, he's brown eyes telling different things.
A feeling of overwhelming disappointment and also that of excitement dancing in his orbs. I looked away from his eyes and examined his face.
He isn't looking bad at all, probably better than he was.
‘Thank you!’ I managed, realising that I didnt courtesy his simple congratulatory message.
He gave me a small smile and I managed one myself.
I'm sitting at my desk in my office with a dozen of paper work. Being the second in command really sucks sometimes. You don't get to have free periods because most of the times, you are tied down with either proposals from other companies or the disaster that your fellow colleagues made which you have to fix before it gets too late.
After my brief meeting with Jude, he apologized for whatever that happened in the past and promised to return some other times.
I wish he never returns!
Flipping through a paperwork, someone barges into my office.
‘Hellooo dear sister in law!’ She squeals
I raised my head up from the paper and came face to face with Kate in all her magnificent glory.
She's wearing a stripped Jean trousers with a black Louis Vuitton turtle neck top. She looks beautiful as always.
I smiled at her...
‘I didn't know you know the road to my Office’ I told her.
‘Of course I don't! I asked around’ Demonstrating dramatically with her hands.
I rolled my eyes.
‘We are going shopping!!’ she yelled, I was sure that everyone on the fifth floor heard her.
My ears blazed with embarrassment and I planted my eyes in my work just in case.
‘Are you crazy? I'm at work and no time for shopping!’ I told her, going through a drawing by our upcoming designer.
‘oh please, Kay! You guys just returned from honeymoon and all you think about is work?’ she said, disgust written all over her face.
‘What else I'm I suppose to think about?’
‘Making babies!’ she yelled again. This time, I had to close my ears unless I'd never get the chance to hear again.
‘What? Are you insane?’ I asked, my embarrassment topping the roof.
‘Obviously!’ she replied, rolling her eyes.
Is this girl truly insane?
I mean apart from the fact that she accepted that she might be suffering from lose of important brain cells.
She wriggles her eye brows at me and I know that if I don't give in to her request, she would never let me be.
I gently starts packing my stuff and she literally jumped in joy.
‘C'mon, we have babies to make’ she yelled again
I almost choked on my own spittle.
Fred's little sister is going to be the death of me!
Well, did I blow your mind on who Kayla saw when she opened the door to her boss's office?
If yes, then I deserve a bottle of vodka!
Anyways, the next chapter will continue with Kayla making babies.. Just kidding though but there are more dramas to come. So sit tight and enjoy the ride........
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by Ann2012(f): 1:35pm On Dec 03, 2019|
2 bottles of vodka for u
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 8:51pm On Dec 03, 2019|
Thank you, chief!
I'm forever grateful!!!
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 2:11pm On Dec 06, 2019|
Till Death Do Us Part!
Excerpt: The choices we make, draw our destinies closer!
~49-99 by Tiwa Savage.
Five weeks later,
Everyone has one thing or the other that they cling to. Everyone wants to be a billionaire and dream of that with so much vigour and aesthetics.
My dream was to get all I want, marry the right man, take care of my sister and be loved by all. But sometimes, the latter seem very difficult than the former. Thereby, making me fill unaccomplished.
Three months into the marriage, I got pregnant!
Yes, I mean it!
After hearing the news, Fred worshipped me. He made sure I didn't lack anything. He even employed more servants to tend to all my needs. Sometimes, it made me feel proud, sometimes I'm weak on my knees, sometimes i can't take it anymore but to yell at him.
Pregnancy: One month
I carried my fat self from our room, going downstairs to where Sam(the cook) is preparing macaroni with chicken soup.
I trailed my fingers on the rail of the step, going down steadily. With each step accompanied by a heavy intake of air. I rub my stomach frequently, maybe trying to calm down the little monster inside of me that wouldn't let me rest.
I went down, feeling my head heavy and my eye lids dropping. I gasped as I almost missed a step. Regaining my balance, I keep on climbing down the magnificent stair cases with golden railings.
About five steps to go, I tripped...
As I was about to plummet to my doom, a hand encircled around my waist and held me upright.
Instead of crashing into the stone cold porcelain floor, I crashed into a hard chest that bore a cologne I had gotten used to over the past few months.
I smiled, meeting Fred's eyes which is looking at me with so much concern. He shook his head and said....
‘What were you thinking, that you could fall off just like that?’ He asked with a tad bit of anger in his voice.
I looked at him with a sorrowful face that I managed to pull off.
‘I wasn't falling when I already fell already!’ I told him, rolling me eyes. Maybe J should stop this eye rolling thing because I can feel my sockets aching.
‘What do you mean‹you fell before›’ he asked me.
I laughed slightly as he's brows furrowed at me and his perfect features looked disturbed.
‘What, I fell in love of course! I fell for you months ago. What do you think I was talking about?’ I asked him, feigning annoyance.
He laughed, so hard I almost saw a tear appear at the sides of his eyes.
I took my hands away from his and marched downstairs. The uncomfortable feeling disappearing.
I got into the kitchen, meeting Sam dancing to the music that is blasting from the mp3 player: 49-99 by Tiwa Savage.
I giggled and went to the fridge, getting out a carton of orange juice, I positioned myself beside the island and poured the drink into a tall glass cup.
Sam is still unaware of my presence!
I watch him, his back facing me and his body swaying to the rhythm of the music.
I drink my juice slowly, enjoying the little show.
My husband appeared and his voice got Sam turning more than 360° to come face to face with him. The packet of macaroni he was holding flew from his hands and the poor darlings crashed on the tiles flooring with the bowl he held on the other hand.
Till I feel my rib cage constricting and an alarm was being signalled throughout my body: warning! Warning! Rib cage about to burst, take shelter immediately!
Slowly but surely, my laughter died down and the two men were looking at me quizzically.
I rolled my eyes...
‘Nice dance moves, Sam’ I told him before I carried my fat self away from the kitchen.
Few minutes later, macaroni and chicken soup is done and served.
I ate hungrily like a bull dog that was sent on adventure into the desert with little or nothing to eat.
My husband kept looking at me, burning holes into my neck. Each time I face him, he would pretend like he wasn't staring at all.
I ignore him and devour my delicious meal.
Pregnancy: Two month
I am in my room when my phone started ringing.
I picked it up without looking at the caller ID properly.
A girlish voice showed that it's my sister that was on the line.
‘Sis, sis, are you there? Hello?’ She asked
‘Yes, I'm here! What's up?’ I asked, as I pulled on the zipper of my underwear box. It has refused to open for the past six minutes and I was loosing patience.
‘I need your help, sis’ she said.
I dropped the box which landed with a thud on my pedicured nails.
Ouch, that hurts!
‘What do you need help with?’ I asked her, concerned.
‘I need a drive, sis. The rain is falling heavily and there's no car forthcoming and I'm drenched already. Can you send someone?’ she asked, I can hear the pattering of rain drops.
‘Yes, of course!’ I said, ending the call and lifting myself from the bed that I sat on.
I made my way downstairs in a frenzy and started looking for anyone that knows how to drive among the servants.
This is what you get for not having an emergency driver.
None of the servants could drive and the one that I was told that can, left the house few hours ago.
I called my sister, her number wasn't going through.
I exhaled sharply and went to the shelve where we stored car keys.
Going through the arrangement of keys, I finally found my keys..
I dashed into the rain and entered into the garage. My Ford Mustang was parked right next to a Honda accord. I entered into the Ford and roared the engines to life.
The engine started with a screeching sound and pressed on the honk. It blared through the entire compound and the gateman dashed off from his little crib and went to the gates.
The magnificent red gates opened and I drove into the muddy street.
I took out my phone which is laying on my lap and opened the lock. A massage popped on the screen and read it to be the address Kristy sent.
I diverted my eyes from the phone screen and drive to the address.
Due to the gallops and the turns, my head started aching. I could feel my vision blurring and the images in the streets becoming dampened.
I turned on my wiper and sat straight, my baby bump almost touching the steering wheel.
I shake my head a little, feeling the burrs disappear. I kept on my lane of the road and watched as the rain descended more heavily.
Why so much rain today?
As I drive through a particular flyover and that's when I lost it!
My vision turned into absolute blankness and I could feel my grip loosening on the steering.
The last I heard was the screeching of car tyres and then a heavy bump....
And then black out!!
Oh my goodness!!
What happened to Kayla?
I can't bring myself to think that she had an accident!
Find out in the next chapter!!!!
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by Ann2012(f): 4:28pm On Dec 06, 2019|
Pls nothing must happen to Kayla
Well done OP
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 12:30am On Dec 07, 2019|
Check out the pictures I added at the beginnings!
What do you think?
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by Ann2012(f): 1:40am On Dec 07, 2019|
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 7:11pm On Dec 08, 2019|
Till Death Do Us Part!
Excerpt: There's no such thing as happily ever after!
~•Heart attack by Trey Songz•
Third person point of view
Breaking news: The wife of billionaire Fred Johnson was seen few minutes ago in a car crash. It was reported that she is about two months pregnant and the health of both the baby and the mother is at stake.
Stick with us as we bring you more updates about the situation later on. Now, we bring you sports news: Messi has once again proven himself worthy of been the world's greatest in the Baron D'or.........
The beeping of a heart regulator can be heard in the background. Kayla lay motionless, unaware of were she is. Her beautiful face is rapped in white bandage and her head faced the other side of the empty walls.
Fred could be seen next to her bed, holding her hands in his and his head lowered. One could see that he is dejected, sorrowful and mournful all at once. He is struggling an unknown battle that might take over him soon.
Kristy is crying at the lounge, with her petite frame across Kate. Kate is rubbing her back soothingly and at the same time, trying to suppress her sorrow. Paula is farther away the large room, sobbing uncontrollably, her fragile face clouded in so much sorrow that no one can relinquish.
But Fred's father is no where to be seen....
The heart regulator starts giving a weird sound, and they all snap their heads to Kayla's direction. It seemed like she is waking up.
Paula dashed out of the room to call a doctor. The way in which she carried herself away from the room made her look like she is young again, with all the grace of a young woman. But then, before she could reach the doctor, she slowed her pace because old age is catching up with her again.
She begin taking in handful of air to sustain or rather calm down her already raised high blood pressure.
The doctor appeared 30 seconds later, dressed in white robe. He's facial expressions looked sad, maybe he is putting up the act in order to blend to the mood of his patient's family.
He took out his stethoscope that hung loosely around his neck. Placing the part used for hearing into his ears, he placed the other on his patient's chest.
After the whole examination, the doctor called Fred into his office.
‘Sit down, Mr Johnson’ The doctor offered as he rummages his desk, presumably looking for a file.
Fred sat, patiently waiting for the doctor to kick-start the conversation.
‘After she was brought in here few hours ago, we ran few test on her and found out she is two months pregnant....’ the doctor began, flipping through a file.
Fred keeps quiet, watching the doctor with little or no interest. All he wanted is to go back to Kayla and watch her numb frame and silently pray for whatever that is staying upstairs to revive his wife and baby back to life.
‘She lost so much blood and at the same time.. ’ The doctor continues, raising his head above the paper and settling his dull eyes in the man in front of him. He watches Fred closely, wondering if he could take the whole situation in.
‘She lost the baby....’ The doctor announced.
Fred snapped his head away from whatever he was looking at and focused his orbs on the doctor.
‘What?’ he asked, unsure of what he heard.
‘I'm sorry Mr Johnson, but you and your wife lost the child!’ The doctor announced, watching Fred's face becoming sober, with every second becoming too tense and the air conditioner in the room doing absolutely nothing to churn the heated atmosphere.
Fred bent his head, unsure of how to react to the situation.
He has just lost his first child.
He has just lost his first child!
It was unbelievable!!
Everything he planned to do with the child all washed down in Kanji dam. He shook his head and sobbed silently.
‘I'm really very sorry sir, but we tried our best!’ the doctor said, mirroring Fred's sadness.
I wake up to be greeted by white walls, I try to turn my face to the other side, Atleast get a better view but my face hurt so much and my muscles ached more.
I groaned, unsure of where I am.
A particular scent filled the whole room and an annoying sound gives me the impression of where i am--The hospital.
I groaned again, feeling warmness around my left hand. I turned slowly and saw my sisters face clouded with sadness and sorrow.
I get worried..
What could she be crying about?
I made to open my mouth to ask her what was wrong but my lips ached. In fact, half of it is sealed in bandage.
I looked at her, watching her sob. Her cry makes me angry and I decided to focus on something else and is met by Kate and her mother's moist faces.
They have been crying too?
I get uncomfortable and started moving so they could notice me.
Eventually they do, and they rushed to my side.
‘You are awake, Kay? Thank goodness!’ my mother in law voiced, Kate didn't say anything but stares at me. My sister just keeps crying and I get more confused.
I wish I had the ability to speak right now!
In the week that follow, I watch my life dance a crazy tango on the brink of collapse. I feel my world turn upside down and everything that I have built over the past few years of my life shattering. My confidence is lost and I could feel myself loosing in it too..
After I heard about the death of the baby before it was born, I resolved to staying alone. I hardly ate, I couldn't go out for fear of discriminated by women who could handle pregnancy with ease.
The doctor said that I still have on shot at getting pregnant again and after that, I would probably not conceive again due to how badly part of me was destroyed in the accident.
My husband stayed away from home!
He doesn't come back early as always, sometimes I wouldn't get to see him throughout the whole day and whenever he comes home, he's either dead drunk or uncommunicative.
I cried most of my nights, my nightmares returned and I didn't know what to do about it.
My life is destroyed!
A took permission in my office to be left alone for two weeks, my boss after hearing everything gave me enough time to access my life.
‘You can take all the time you want, Kay. But know that this is not the end, you are better than this!’ Was what she told me on the phone when I called her to inform her about the recent happenings in my life.
I sacked all the servants in the house, what's the use of then anyway, it was just I and Fred or rather just I alone since my sister had gone for her internship.
Kate and her parents rarely visits, maybe because whenever they do, I don't get to see them. I lock myself up in my private room and weep till day break.
I was broken, probably abandoned. I felt old and used. My stomach still giving signs that I once carried something inside of it.
I don't think I'm ready to make another baby, probably because I'm scared of loosing another. Knowing that if I ever get a chance at it again, and loose it, I'm never going to carry my own child.
I became an animal that was once tamed.....
A minute of silence for the dead!
I can't say much because my head is clouded.
Anyways, I wish Kay quick recovery because when life pulls you down, you rise and dust off the challenges!
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 7:16pm On Dec 08, 2019|
Till Death Do Us Part!
Excerpt: The devil can cite scriptures for his purpose!
~Hearts don't break around by Ed Sheeran
‘Check the corners of the house, we must find her’ someone said as I woke from my sleep. I stand up and went to the window. Kate and a girl I don't know is downstairs, making their way into the house.
I leave the window and sat on my bed.
Groaning, I lay flat on the bed, with my eyes looking up to the ceiling.
I groan again...
I hear footsteps and bangs of doors, I cared less.
I was sure they were never going to find me anyway.
After about thirty minutes, there's a loud bang on my door. I flinched and feel my heart beat racing up.
‘Kayla, I know you are in there! Open up right this minute!’ Kate yelled from outside my door.
How did she find out there's a room here? In buying the house, Fred and I took separate rooms that is hidden away from the rest of the rooms In the house. We call it ‘our privacy’. Only Fred knew mine and only I knew his. The rest of the family knows our matrimonial room!
I cringed slightly as the banging continued.
I stay silent, trying to calm my raging heart.
Kate keeps yelling on top of her voice and saying all types of things which she might consider soothing.
Well, I consider it annoying.
I yawned, my stomach rumbling indicating that I am hungry.
I stand to get to the refrigerator. Opening it, I found out that the junks I have been feeding on lately is almost finished and I need to refill unless I starve to death--which will probably be a good idea!
‘I know that you are angry about the lost baby, I am too and mother seems to be lost most of the times. Who cares about a baby brother or sister anyway? As long as we have each other, it's enough. Kay please open up, I want to have my best sister in law back!’ Kate rants from outside.
I ignore her, shoving walnut biscuit into my mouth.
She continues ranting in a sweet voice and I'm shocked when she yelled...
‘if you don't open this goddamned door right this minute, I will have no other option than to blast this door down and shove you into my armpit, Kayla Johnson!’ She said with so much authority that I wondered how it will feel been under Kate's armpit.
I shook the feeling away, grabbing a box of milk and emptying the contents in one Go!
She begin banging furiously and I felt pity for the wooden door coated in iron.
‘Ugh shit, I give up!’ She exclaims.
‘Just know that if you die there, I won't come for your funeral. And I meant it!’
I smiled at that....
I hear hurried footsteps and she was gone.
I collapse on the bed once more, chewing a chocolate cake I abandoned yesterday.
Where's Fred anyway??
I consider this as a bonus chapter because it's very short and doesn't have much drama..
But then, how will it feel been under Kate's armpit?
Fred's pov coming in the next chapter!
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 7:19pm On Dec 08, 2019|
A ray of sunshine/Maybe
Till Death Do Us Part!
Excerpt: And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music!
~Free Spirit by Khalid.
Have you ever lost something?
After the lost of our unborn child, I resolved to drinking. I don't know, but it helps me keep sane. It helps me forget the tortures that I went through while growing up and when I was trying to build all that i have now.
‘A bottle of henny please!’ I told the bar man. The loud music playing in the bar is deafening and I couldn't even hear myself.
A bottle of Hennessey is placed in front of me. The bar tender gives me a weird look, shakes his head and leaves to attend to another customer.
I ignore him, coking the bottle open, pour a good share into the provided glass cup. I gulp down the whole content of the glass cup at once, wincing as the burning sensation hits my tongue. It's been long I drank one of these.
I sit there, drinking my henny and wondering what Kayla might be doing at home.
I haven't seen her for about a week and I was sure she doesn't want to see me either.
Pain surges through me as I remember how I have fantasized how our baby will look like. I even prayed it was twins. Now the baby is gone!
I shake my head, the drink penetrating every sides of me.
‘Someone's drinking tonight’ I hear someone say.
I turned to look at the direction of the voice and meet Adaora.
Adaora happens to be one of the many women that wanted me to marry her at that time of my bachelor state.
I shake my head in response and she sits next to me.
‘One bottle of whiskey please!’ She orders.
Did I mention that Adaora is a drinking LovePeddler?
Well now you know!
The bar man drops her drink in front of her and she winks at him. The dude smiled shyly and hurries off.
I pour another share into my glass and drink slowly.
‘Did she die in the accident?’ she asked.
I am not surprised at her question.
She's one of the people that loathes Kayla, simply because I got married to her.
‘No!’ I said
She laughs evilly and sips her drink
‘Lucky her then!’ she comments.
I keep silent, listening to Free spirit by Khalid blasting from the speakers.
We finished our drinks after thirty minutes.
I am drunk, because I kind of finished a bottle of henny alone.
Adaora is drunk too, but doesn't show it. She just sits there, shaking her head to the rhythm of the music which now is playing Rockstar by Post Malone
I take my keys and try to get off from the seat, nothing happens.
I try again, still nothing.
I couldn't get my self off the seat because all my energy has been burned down and all my muscles ached.
‘Need help?’ She asks, standing from her seat with ease.
‘What is that woman feeding you, you are ten times fatter!’ She says, as she lifts up one of my arms.
She sludge my right arm around her waist and places hers on my waist too. That way, we struggled out of the bar.
Getting to my car, she leans me on the car and search for my keys in my breast pocket.
She finds it, press on the remote and the car makes a click and opens.
She slings my heavy body into my Honda Odyssey passengers seat. Before I could ask what I am doing in the passenger area, she turns to the other side of the car and enters into the drivers seat.
‘I'm your driver for tonight!’ She says and roars the engines to life. I keep quiet, wishing to go home and sleep.
About thirty minutes later, the car stops in front of a sleek building that looks nothing like my house.
I groan, easing my head up from the seat rest.
‘What are we doing here?’ I ask. She smiles weirdly and rushes out of the drivers seat and rounds my side of the car.
‘Welcome home!’ She says, pulling me away from the car and slinging my arm around her waist like we did at the bar.
I didn't know what to say, so I keep quiet. We walk slowly, each accompanied by our swaying bodies and our dutiful breathing.
We make it into the house and she pushed me into a couch. She leaves me there, returning with a bottle of Eva wine.
I watch her drink from the bottle, moving sightly in a seductive manner. I close my eyes, trying to get some sleep.
My efforts were shattered when I feel her warm lips on my neck. I cringe, try to pull her away from me. She doesn't budge.
I try again, but it looks like I'm too weak to do anything.
I stay quite, watching her seductively remove her dress and then she is on me again. Kissing every part of me.
I moan, and close my eyes. She smiled, seeming satisfied by her accomplishments.
Before I knew it, I am the one on top of her.
Without knowing where my strength came from.
And that's how I cheated on my wife!!
Lord have mercy!!
What did Fred just do??
I'm short of words!
(closes my mouth in awe)
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by Adeola25(f): 7:49pm On Dec 08, 2019|
Thanks for the update Op
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 7:57pm On Dec 08, 2019|
Thank you for reading
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 8:46pm On Dec 13, 2019|
[b]Till Death Do Us Part!
Excerpt: Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
~John Green, The fault in our Stars.
~Grand piano by Nicki Minaj
Two weeks later.
I got sick!
Maybe sick of loneliness
Or sick, due to the fact that I only have been feeding on sweets and sugars.
Or sick because each time I remember my fate, I can't help but to feel stupid.
All in all, I think I became sick of all the aforementioned!
I stand up from my bed, with the white bed sheets already brown due to chocolate stains. I make my way to the bathroom, observing myself in the mirror for a brief moment. It takes all the strength in me not to shout at my reflection --i look like a sack of potatoes that has been opened roughly, abandoned because it has no use.
I cover my mouth with my palm, holding back the shout. I walk briskly to the bathtub, put the water on. Surprise, surprise, no water! I sigh, make my way out of the bathroom, avoiding the mirror.
I go back to the room, throw myself on the dirty bed and almost choked on the smell that came out of it. I cringe my nose and breath out, heavily.
I lay there, nevertheless. Trying to see through the roofing, wondering if I had magic, I would have zapped myself out of this predicament.
Few minutes to my loneliness, I start to cry. I cried, cried and cried. With my voice muffled by the duvet. I try to let it all out but it wasn't enough. I know crying shouldn't solve my problems but that's the least I could do, right?
For about a month after the incident, I hardly see Fred, the last time he came to the my door and knocked. I had kept quiet. He had knocked for complete thirty minutes but didn't say anything. After knocking, he went away and never came back. I wonder if he sleeps in the house. If he does, I'm sure he comes back very late. Because I don't get to see his car until early at 3am in the morning when I wake up to urinate.
I stop crying, deciding to go downstairs at least pump the water, since there were no servants in the house.
I open the door and it makes a creaking sound. I shuffle my way out of the room, closing the door behind, just in case someone, maybe spirits pass and see how dirty the room is. The spirits might faint at the sight!
I go downstairs, climbing down the stair cases brings a nostalgic feeling and I brush it off immediately.
I reach the neat and arranged kitchen, rushing to the refrigerator. Opening it swiftly, I let my eyes stray from the top to the bottom. I figured that the bottle beers were gone and most of the bottles were littered sink and on the island. A plate of vegetables half eaten was laying somewhere near the gas cooker.
So by now, you do know that when I referred the kitchen as neat, i was only exaggerating.
I find a box of Kelloggs and get a plate and a spoon. I try looking for the milk but found none. I groan, search the whole cupboards but found nothing.
How am I supposed to eat Kelloggs without milk?
I mean, who does that?
I role my eyes, dumping the box and plate on the counter and make my way outside the house through the kitchen back door.
As the sun rays hit my skin, it makes me feel like my skin is on fire. I hastened my footsteps and make my way to the pumping machine.
Reaching there, I try to remember how my aunt thought me to operate the machine.
My brain seems dull, not too eager to remember anything useful at the moment.
Placed one hand on my waist, my index finger on the tip of my lips and my feet goes into tapping motion. I start to think, few of the images managed to appear on my mind but is gone before I could grab it.
Hey, don't blame me!
It's been twelve years now!
After five minutes of pondering, I finally managed to remember some useful information.
I bend towards the machine, switching on the part to open the tap from underground, I go to the switches on the wall and place them down. The engine purrs to life and I literally danced in joy.
After making sure that I am correct on my doings, I go back to the house.
When reaching the kitchen once again, I figured that a box of liquid milk is high above the cupboard and I can't reach it even on my tiptoe. I try looking for something to climb on but found nothing. I decide to jump, maybe I could just sway it down and catch it in the process.
After making up my mind that I would jump, I jumped.
My first attempt is futile because I couldn't still reach high up. I try again, this time almost falling off.
I jump the third time, with my hand stretch out to push the container. I reach it but I couldn't catch the container when my feet touched the ground. Suddenly, I didn't hear the container falling on the floor with a loud clatter.
I turned immediately, with hope of finding it and I am met with no other than him.
You know him, right?
The one the priest said:for better, for worse, till Death do you part.
Yep, that's him.
His eyes were kind of swollen and he has bags underneath them. He's face doesn't look happy. It bore sadness, and I'm pretty sure sleepiness is attached.
I look away from his face and find my box of milk laying peacefully in his palms.
Ugh, why did it manage to find solitary in another person's arms?
‘Hey!’ he says.
‘Hey!’ I say.
We stare at each other for a whole five minutes, each wondering how we got lost after the incident.
He tries to say something but I snatch the box from his palms.
He watches me, I pour the contents inside the Kelloggs box into a bowl, add sugar that I found in the fridge, add the milk and then stir.
He keeps watching me shove the delicious goodness into my mouth. He watches me swallow it and shakes my head in satisfaction.
Oh, where is my manners?
‘Like some?’ I offered. He just stares at me. I take it as a clue that he doesn't want and I shrug. Scooping another spoon full, I shove it into my mouth, chewing at it like my whole life depended on Kelloggs oatmeal.
As if on cue, he leaves his standing position and comes to where I sit at the oasis. He gets another spoon from the spoon stand and digs into my meal.
I frown, facing him.
He manages a small smile and shove the meal into his mouth.
Now, it is time for me to watch.
I watch him eat, as if he hadn't had anything this delicious in his entire life. I watch him chew on his right side of the mouth because apparently, my husband is left sided.
I heard that people who are left sided tends to chew on the right side. People who are right sided, chew on the left side!
I remember that the water is still in motion. I stand from my seat and rush to the backyard.
Switching it off, I make my way into the house and is met with an empty kitchen.
He's no longer here!
The empty bowl of oatmeal lay where we ate.
I feel my insides heating up.
How could he be gone?
It seems like Fred doesn't want to bond just yet!
What do you think?
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 4:06pm On Dec 15, 2019|
INTRODUCING TO YOU MY NEXT STORY AFTER THIS ONE COMES TO AN END.
ALL MONSTERS ARE HUMAN.
After Akin gets married into the wizardry family, he finds himself entangled and loosing all hope. Will he survive in the hands of his treacherous wife and mother?
Or will he turn into a monster and haunt his family forever?
Find out in this epic story of All monsters are Human!
Here's the book cover, hope you like it
Ps: I know that the description is kind of not too catchy but as time progresses, I will add somethings up
Pss: I actually just thought about the story right now and I'm like, why not give it a try, Sochey?
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 8:02pm On Dec 20, 2019|
Till Death Do Us Part!
Excerpt: We were scared of getting old and it made us restless
~Adele, when we were young.
~Listen to Suicidal by juice world for this chapter.
Rip to the dead!
After what took forever, I resumed work. Might I add, my life bounced back to normal. I mean, apart from the fact that my husband and I kept a favourable distance between us.
I learned to work without sleep and before a month expired, my offers were on target market and I sold more than I can imagine.
Fred's family gave up on seeing me due to my busy schedule. My sister is doing well in school and calls all the time. Most of her calls were filled with emotional what-nots and it drives me insane each time she keeps ranting about family reunion and a whole lot of things that I'm sure even the priest forgot to mention on my wedding day.
Sometimes she would call, I will place on loudspeaker and she will rant all day while I just go about my daily activities with the phone laying peacefully on my bed or office desk.
Six months later after the backlash.
‘Ugh, Jesus! I will be done in the next fifteen minutes!’ I yelled from my room. My sister is downstairs, pacing up and down. Complaining about us running late and my not helping matters.
I asked her where we were going but she has refused to tell. I disagreed to her girlish ideas but only agreed when she threatened to steal my Vl bag which worth more than you can imagine. I mean, who would sacrifice anything for a Vl hand bag worth thousands.
Taking that as a cue that she has trapped me, she's making things unbearable right now.
I have tons of designs to complete and one to send to the first lady before the end of today.
‘Kayla, what in Jupiter are you still doing up there?’ She yells. I role my eyes, round up everything I'm doing, shutting down my computer. I place the laptop where it's supposed to be and then March into the bathroom.
Turning on the tap, I immediately splash cold water on my face, grab a nearby face towel and wipe the wetness away. I come out of the bathroom and walk into our walk-in closet. I start going through the range of wigs. Apparently, I am good with the knee length floral gown I'm wearing.
I find a short bulb human hair and fix it on my hair without bothering to comb the natural hair.
I examine myself on the mirror before walking back into the room.
I hear footsteps and the doors to my room is slammed open. I didn't mind to check who it is because I knew it's my sister.
‘What on earth, Kay?’ She screams, dragging her palm down her face.
Thank God she doesn't wear make up!
I smiled at her, grabbing my purse and phone.
I smile at her again, walking out of the door.
She growls and follows me.
Thirty minutes drive,
‘We are here, park the car at this corner!’ She orders. I look at her, perplexed. What's the excitement about anyways?
I park the car at where she mentioned and we stepped out of the car.
She squeals, rushing to my side and ethwines our arms.
We march into the luxury looking place and I couldn't help but appreciate the different colors of lights. It shines in accordance, each taking time to display it's colors significantly.
I inhale the fresh air that smells of salads.
‘Are we in a cooking show?’ I ask her. She giggles and I become suspicious.
We go into the building, with my sister smiling like an idiot and I determined to find out this big surprise.
When we go into the building, the smell of salads becomes too obvious. Everywhere is dark and no kind of light illuminate the expanse of space. I exhale, trying to make out the meaning of all the drama.
I feel my sister disengage her arms from mine and she's no where around me. I want to scream, but a tiny voice in my head whispered that I should probably keep calm.
I keep calm nevertheless!
I watch as little flicker of light is turn on and off. There's someone behind it but I can't make out who.
The flickering continues until the person decides to have mercy on my poor eyes.
The light comes out immediately, almost blinding me. I squint and cover my eyes with my palms.
Slowly, I recover from the effects and my pupils slowly adjust to the flashes.
Heads were peeking out from the cushions that is situated at the far end of the room.
Have you watched the movie ‘Alone'
I mean the Indian movie that is scary?
That's how I can explain the type of fear that is going through me right now. My panic attack mode slowly rising to 100%
The next thing I see or heard is....
‘Happy Birthday, Kayla Johnson!!’
All the heads hidden behind the cushion slowly rise up and I can see most of my colleagues faces and my boss and my sister(The treacherous one) and my in-laws including that if Kate and everyone that I don't even know.
How did this happen?
How did I forget my own birthday?
I stand there, dazed.
Completely oblivious to the fact that today is actually my birthday and my family and loved ones has organized something for me.
Little wonder, the aroma of salads is too heavy!
I am being gifted with cards that says amazing things about a celebrant. I read them, tears forming at the brink of my eyes.
The celebration is on full swing and I ate a lot of salads! And cakes too.
I'm about wondering if Fred Johnson will ever show up when I see him at the end of the room with men in black. They seem to be having heated conversation and is going to murder anyone who intrudes.
I don't intrude, but March to the place that harbors the drinks.
I take out a bottle of chilled stout and cork it open with a bottle opener. I sip the liquid, savouring it's taste. I watch my sister play around with little kids that won't leave her alone.
I watch as the conversation between Fred and the men become more heated and each of their faces clouded with bitterness and hate.
I watch as my mother In-law tend to my father In-law, each both happy with themselves.
I watch as Kate and some guy discuss and laugh about things I couldn't hear.
I watch my boss throw accusing eyes towards John our leading designer.
I watch as all the drama display and I'm too consumed in my drink that I didn't notice someone stand in front of me, with his hands crossed behind his back.
When I mean someone, I meant my husband!
How did he get here? He was just there talking with some unknown people. I glanced at the place he once stood but he's no longer there. My heart warm up.
‘Happy Birthday, my love!’ He said.
I almost choked on my own spittle. When was the last time her referred me as his love?
Despite me, I managed a small smile.
He takes his seat beside me, taking up a bottle of beer in the process. He corks his own bottle and drinks from it.
‘It's been forever!’ He stated, with a small laugh.
I mimic his laughter and shake my head in response.
He turns to look at me, staring straight into my eyes.
I gulp, unaware of what else to do but to stare back.
He reaches for my cheek, stroke gently and squeeze.
‘Ouch’ I let out.
He laughs, and I can't help but realise how much I've missed my husband.
‘We will try once again, Eh?’ He asks. I nod in response.
The book is coming to an end. Will Kayla and Fred live happily ever after
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 10:47am On Dec 21, 2019|
[b]First, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Ann2012, where did you go??
Gone So Soon
Till Death Do Us Part!
Excerpt:In all your beauty, you may sleep and never rise again!
Listen to No tears left to cry by Ariana Grande.
A year later
I [/b]stay in the lush sitting room with a plate of strawberry cake. Forking the delicious goodness into my mouth, I switch on the television.
After twenty seconds of booting, it finally came around. I tune to Aljezera news and sit comfortably on the sofa.
The news began with a set of companies making top leads in the market. I watch with interest, hoping to see my company too.
The flushed face woman, keep comparing Dolce&Gabana and Louis Vuitton. She mentioned how D&G is top notch while LV is lagging behind. After what took her about a lot of complaints and success stories, she finally mentioned the known companies in Nigeria. The place where I work, happens to be the top lead and I am grateful for that.
I chew my cake effortlessly, watching other related things happening around the world.
[b]Newscaster: [/b]we bring you the happenings around the globe. Firstly, there has been this said feud going on between the catagra party and Aso party. It is been reported yesterday that our popular millionaire Fred Johnson has been involved in this propaganda. He is trying to prove to the both parties that he can't stop his good deeds in our country simply because they has offered him huge sum of money. He has openly rejected the money and the ideas of the aforementioned parties. He also said that he's willing to take this country farther and no one will tell him differently. The other parties are not taking this lightly and has promised to come after him.......
I listened to this with so much interest that I didn't know when the empty plate in my hand fell on the porcelain floor. The loud clatter makes me jump a little and I immediately picked it up.
What on earth is Fred trading on? Those parties are the most notorious ones in our society and they will definitely do everything to get him off their plan.
I turn off the TV and head to the kitchen with the plate in my hand. I get to the sink, turn on the tap and wash the plate absentmindedly.
After drying it with the kitchen towel, I place it where it's supposed to be and go into the dinning room.
As I finished checking Fred's dinner on the dinning, I go into the living room and is about to pick up my phone and go upstairs when I hear the honking of a car and the screeching of car tyres.
I stay calmly, waiting patiently for him to come inside the house.
He finally comes, drops his suitcase on a nearby sofa and stride towards me.
He looks tired!
When he gets to me, we embrace. Standing there for undefined seconds noiselessly. Only our breathing can be heard.
He finally break away.
‘How was work?’ I ask. He sighs, places a hand on his forehead and drags it down his face, in a manner of frustration.
I stare at him, afraid of perhaps just a little annoyed by his involvement in political nonsense.
‘Good, I guess!’ he mutters. I watch, contemplating on whether to ask him about the said news or just let him freshen up and eat.
After a while, I let go.
‘Come freshen up, you must be really hungry!’ I tell him, motioning for him to follow me upstairs.
He does, I pick up his suitcase from where it lay and nudge him towards me.
I hold him around the waist and with that, we managed upstairs.
He eats in silence, while I go through crazy things on YouTube.
Few minutes through the silence, I decided to speak.
‘How did you get involved in political activities?’ I ask. The mold of Semovita that he has carefully wrapped, dipped inside okra soup, half way through his mouth almost dropped to the floor.
He compose himself and coughs.
‘What?’ He asks, and I just stare back at him.
He coughs again, drinking his glass of water.
‘I heard the news, you shouldn't do such things, Fred’ I said, hoping my eyes appear pleading enough.
‘So what, Eh? I shouldn't help the nation to grow?’ he ask, his attention fully focused on me across the table.
‘I know you are trying to help, but you shouldn't challenge those two parties. They will come after you!’ I protested.
‘You believe they will come after me, don't you?’ he ask.
I inhale, dragging in handful of air.
He shakes his head, as if to say ‘Women and their ways of thinking’
‘I don't want you getting involved, agree to step aside for them and let them build the country. Because you have all it takes, you want to put your life in danger?’ I say, almost yelling.
‘Then I will put my life in danger and show those pissheads that if they can't do their work, some else is going to do it for them!’ he finalized.
‘I don't want to loose you Fred!’ I say.
He stares at me, obviously struck by what I said.
‘Me too!’ he replies.
‘You too what?’ I ask, amusement lacing my voice.
‘I don't want to loose me too!’ he replies, flatly. I role my eyes, stand up from my seat and go over to pick up plates.
He laughs, standing to follow me to the kitchen.
I wash up, checking if the doors are locked properly and we both retire upstairs.
Few weeks later, I receive a call from my husband, asking me to come home immediately.
He's voice didn't sound so good, so I clear up everything I was doing, taking up my handbag and phone I rush outside my office.
The elevator is occupied, so I decide to take the electric stairs. On getting there, I am told that it's not in motion. I groan, adjusting my skin tight black skirt and prep myself to climb down the staircase through the back door.
After thirty seconds, I am out of the company and heading towards my Ford Mustang.
I get into the drivers seat, throw my bag on the passenger seat and pull off my wig.
I exhale, and start up the engine.
I drive through the muddy street with so much vigour for a fragile woman. Fred drowning voice playing in my head and the 99.9 radio station not doing anything to calm my anxiety.
Half way through the mansion, I almost knocked down an old woman trying to cross the road.
I hold the break immediately, the tyres making a screeching sound and I'm jolted forward by the sudden impact.
I wait patiently as the woman cross slowly.
Resisting the temptation to walk up to her and throw her off the road, I tapped on the steering wheel. She makes it to the other side and I literally jump in joy.
I start up the engine once more and race towards my street.
I park in the garage and haul myself out of the vehicle and dash towards the house.
The familiar scent of avocado air freshener hits my nose as I step foot inside the living room.
‘Fred..’ I call, going into the kitchen. He's not there.
I go upstairs, into our room.
I call his name but is answered by silence.
I enter fully into the room and the once neat room I left behind is now a horrible mess. Everything is scattered and some China cups and vase is broken.
Our bedspread on the floor. Few of my clothes on the floor at the far corner of the room. Our wedding frame shattered into pieces.
I almost cried but then, I remember that my husband might still be here.
I find out that the door to our bathroom is slightly open. I walk into it, hearing running water. I walk in fully into the lush bathroom and I find my husband, laying motionless inside the bathtub. I shut my eyes and run towards him
‘Fred..’ I call, no response.
He lays there, motionless, staring at nothingness!
I find out that not only water is in the bathtub but also red substance. I look at his still face and start to scream.
‘No... This can't be, this just can't be!’ I yelled, shaking him.
He's perfect features dampened and whitish substance is dropping from his mouth.
I pick up my phone immediately and dialed 911.
Ps: If you are following the story very well, you will know that Kayla once had a dream like this. Finding Fred dead in the bathtub. So for proper understanding, I'd suggest you count back to chapter eight.
Trying to write the death of Fred gave me sleepless nights. I mean, whenever I remember that sweet Fred Johnson is going to die, I can't help but feel guilty.
Nevertheless, that's how the story is supposed to go.
Now, the question is: Who killed Fred?
You think it's the politicians?
Find out more!!
Black widow Kayla in the making!
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by Ann2012(f): 1:22pm On Dec 21, 2019|
I'm with you OP
Who killed Fred oooo
Well done ma'am
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 2:34pm On Dec 21, 2019|
Where have you been?
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by Ann2012(f): 3:41pm On Dec 21, 2019|
I've been busy dear
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 10:33am On Dec 27, 2019|
Till Death Do Us Part!
Excerpt: Losing all I truly had is one grave thing, accepting that I truly lost it, is another!
~Listen to Butterfly Effect by Travis Scott for this chapter.
The death of my husband came as a shock to his whole family and the entire world. And probably for you that is reading this!
For me, I think I lost myself in him.
He's wake is organized to be today and honestly, I don't really want to attend. Because, I have refused to admit that Fred Johnson, my husband is dead!
My parent In-law and Kate with my sister are doing everything possible to hide their sorrows. My father In-law keep blaming the political parties that Fred got involved in. He said they are the ones behind his son death and he would do anything to bring justice to the table.
Everyone seconds that, I on my part, don't exactly know what I should put my mind in!
The preparation for the wake tonight is going on downstairs, I sit in my room, my head facing the ceiling and staring at the white roof. I'm trying not to cry, I'm trying not to run mad or probably loose my mind.
‘Come on, Kay! We need to go downstairs’ I heard my sister say. Her voice sounded far and void. Echoes of her voice repeated in my heard.
‘Kay?’ She calls again. I shake my mind from drowsiness and stands up from the bed.
She holds my hand, and offers me an assuring smile.
I try to smile back, but my face hurts!
We go down the spacious staircase, with each step accompanied by my beating heart. I try to control my racing heart but couldn't.
The people present turn to look at us as we make it to the final step. I almost trip, but feel my sister's hand tighten around mine.
She gives me an encouraging nod and I nod back.
‘I'm so sorry for your lost Kay, my sincerest condolences!’ A woman about the age of Paula says, presumably Paula's friend. I shake my head in acknowledgement.
‘He was such a nice man!’ Another says. I turn to look at her, she is wearing a long flowing black gown and a stylish hat to match. The hat has an inscription on it which says ‘Davinci' her hair is trimmed short and she appears to be quite the beautiful type back in the days.
‘Where else can we find someone as good as that man’ Another woman wept. She appears younger than the former woman. But surely looks like a grandma because you could see the bags underneath her eyes.
‘Oh death! Why....did.....you....take....him...awayyyyy...?’ Another wept.
Looking at all the people who are wearing black and weeping. Some pretending to be in so much pain and proving that they truly know how to cry.
My sister leads me to a seat and I sit down.
I survey the room and find Fred's mother, Paula at the far end of the room. She's wearing black too and her eyes is soar. She's still crying and Kate sits next to her, with her head bowed.
I bow my head, and stare at the grey color porcelain floor.
Someone comes close to me and shakes me. I raise my head and comes face to face with Fred's great aunt.
‘You killed him, didn't you?’ she asks. My heart skips and I try to control my emotions.
‘Just say you did, I know you did!’ she continues.
‘You witch, I knew you were not good for my son. I know he will never live long with you and now look what's happened. He's dead! Oh, may his soul rest in peace!’ She says, raising her voice.
‘I.....didn't!’ I defended, breaking down in tears. Paula swings her way to my seat and pulls the old lady away.
‘Why are you blaming her?’ She ask the old woman
‘Because she did it, she killed your son, Paula can't you see it. She has used charm to blindfold all of you. She's a murderer!’ She screamed. Everyone turn to stare at us, I bow my head and feel warm substance streaming down my face.
Paula comes over to me, places her hand on my shoulder and squeezes softly.
‘Listening to her is like listening to rugrats sing. Don't let her words get to you!’ She says and drags the old lady away from the room.
At this point, I didn't know how to feel. My world is torn apart and I don't think I will ever get back myself.
Since two weeks after the wake, my house is infested by journalists, reporters, news stations and a bunch of people I didn't know existed. When you are gone, the world will remember that you were a legend. The world isn't a fair place.
I couldn't go anywhere without being asked too much questions by all the aforementioned people stalking my every move.
I stayed home!
Wishing for death to come for me too!
My sister had to go back to school, she tried her possible best to encourage me to move further. Start a new life but being me, I just let her words hover above my head!
Today, I've been called on national tv to represent the company I work for. My boss made sure that I wanted to go and that if I don't feel comfortable about it, I can always turn out. I assured her I am good and now I'm doing this.
Wearing a three piece women suit, deciding not to wear wig but go on natural. Brushing my short hair and making sure there is no over growth. I wear my high heel shoes with pebbles at the curve area for beautification. I put all my design work inside a suit case that I purchased last December. After making sure I'm good to go, I go downstairs.
I go to the shelf of car keys and find my keys. I go into the kitchen and switch on the coffee machine. After pouring a handful of cocoa into the machine and adding all the necessary, my coffee is served!
I sit at the island and drink noiselessly. My phone beep and I rush to pick it up from where I left it at the coffee machine table. It's a text message from Fred's mom, telling me she would like me to join them for dinner.
I immediately text back, rejecting the offer. Using my busy schedule as cover up. She text back immediately to my amazement, saying that I need to free myself a bit. After a whole lot of advise about moving on, she finally congratulates me on my success in the company and wish me a successful interview.
Speaking of interviews, I check the time on my silver wrist watch. I only have about thirty minutes to get to the place.
I drink the remaining coffee and put the cup inside the sink without bordering to wash it. I'll probably clean up when I get back!
I get my handbag and keys and rush out of the house.
Getting to the garage, my car is no where in sight!
I turn to check everywhere but find nothing. I growl, and walk to the gate man's house.
There, I knock but find no one or rather, nobody's there.
I find out that the gate is slightly opened, I open it and shuffle my way outside the mansion.
My car is parked farther down the street and my gateman is with a bunch of people that looks like journalist and reporters. I frown and go towards my car direction, not wanting to raise any alarm. I go steadily, walking on cobble stones with pencil high heels is hell waters!
Very much difficult!
I go nevertheless, with the soul aim of reaching my car without those devils seeing me.
They saw me, and oh yes they come towards me with so much speed that for a second, I think I might get crushed by their impending velocity. Well, I didn't get crushed, I got mopped!
‘Ma'am, how do you feel today, you finally decided to come out of your house after the death of your husband?’ A light skinned woman asked, with a microphone tightly rapped in her palms and the camera crew taking flashes.
I squint, wishing to melt into the soil or become one of this precious cobble stones beneath my feet!
‘You look skinny, do you eat at all?’ Another asked.
‘Tell us a little about how you feel due to your husband's sudden death. It's a shock to the whole world, he was such a patriotic citizen!’ Another said, shaking her head in pity.
‘We want to know everything!’ Another says, pushing the dirty looking mouth piece into my face. I wince, and try to get away from these demons.
‘Don't you think you should start a new life and move on. Leave the dead be!’ Another says, sounding very much like my sister.
‘Will you remarry? You are still very young!’ Another exclaims.
‘Are you going to sell off this property and move to a smaller place? How do you cope here, alone?’
Well that's it!
‘I'm late for an interview so you suckers should better poke your nose somewhere else! And I don't want to see any of y'all in my house ever again. Who pays you to do this sh*t?’ I ask, maneuvering inside my car.
After turning on the ignition, I zoom off, leaving particles of dust on the heads of those ifrits and perhaps in their throats also.
How is this chapter?
We are going to be meeting a lot of great aunts and journalists in the fourth coming chapters and probably till the end. So hold on tight and watch the drama unfold!!
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by Adeola25(f): 11:23am On Dec 27, 2019|
Hmmm, well done Op.
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 12:21pm On Dec 27, 2019|
Thanks babe DD
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by Culin(f): 1:34pm On Dec 27, 2019|
I'm hooked. Your style of narration is captivating. And the way you switched from present to flashback in the first chapter was lit. Nice story.
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 2:17pm On Dec 27, 2019|
Thank you so much babe
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by sochey(f): 5:51pm On Dec 27, 2019|
Till Death Do Us Part!
Excerpt: Promise me that you will always remember; You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think!
~listen to Love yourz by J Cole for this chapter.
I thought I could handle the interview but what I didn't know is that, everyone would always want to put straw into the juice of your life. Don't get me wrong, I'd like to be asked about recent happenings around and about me but asking me about my husband and all the things related to him while he was still alive and even how good he was in bed is a little over the edge.
Did I say a little?
Well, it tops the edge and peaks high above the edge!
I mean, how can human beings come up with such ruthless questions?
‘Considering the fact that your husband is dead, we would like you to share to us how good he really was!’ The interviewer asked, her blonde hair wig cascading her face and brushes down her shoulders.
‘How good he was?’ I asked, slightly confused or maybe just appreciating a little child that has refused to collect the sweets his mother is offering him. He throws it to the floor and watch the woman growl in horror.
‘Yes! I mean, how good he was in bed!’ She said, winking. I choked on my own spittle.
My eyes flickered from the little child and landed on the blonde lady in front of me. She smiled, with her thirty two sets of white teeth displaying magnificently. She's indeed a beauty!
I swallow hard, and try to analyze the question.
How on earth is this type of questions asked in an exhibit show?
I brush off invisible dust from the suit trousers I wore, pull up my left hand sleeve shirt and pinched myself, hard.
The pain surges through me in fast frenzy and I wince.
The lady keeps watching me, still smiling!
Well, presenters and host of shows shouldn't be allowed to make heaven!
They seem to appear nonchalance to the battle you are going through from their evil mind set brains!
I fumble for words and then an idea popped into my head, why not beat her at her own game?
‘Err.. Would you like to repeat that question again? I'm sorry, the sleeve of my shirt is too tight I might have pulled hard on it, thereby pulling all my concentration away!’ I said, smiling devilishly.
She smiled again, but if you look closely, her smile seems dusted, almost forced.
‘Well, for the well being of this show, I'd like to ask how good he really was in bed. I mean, this is a matured show and it's rated pg18’ She says.
I look at the direction of the little stubborn kid and find him in his mother's arms. I look around and find some teenagers at the far end of the room, watching me with eagerness, supposedly very interested to hear what I've got to say.
I'm doing this for you little kid, I'm going to save your little ears from hearing things you're not supposed to hear at this age!
I stare at the blonde and said,
‘Jesus, did you see that movie tittled jexi? Oh my, that movie was a blast. You should really watch it!’ I say.
She frowns, looks at the audience and manages a small smile.
‘Yes, I did watch it and it was super!’ she says, unsure if she should be replying me.
‘Yesss, it was! With that phone speaking to the man like that. I mean, just imagine I have a phone like with me right now. It's just super funny!’ I say, laughing loudly. I'm surprise I can laugh this hard.
She laughs too and that's how we changed the topic to Jexi film being a total hilarious movie of all time!
I park my car at a bar and sauntered out of the drivers seat. Going home at this time is going to make me more miserable, so I'm going to have a drink or two and watch the night fall.
I enter the bar and the blasting music is deafening. The little disco lights that almost shows nothing makes me unable to see my way. I can make out that the bar is filled with people and I can also make out an empty space farther down the room which is completely isolated.
Nice place for a soul like mine!
I shuffle my way through sweaty bodies and gets to my location.
I hear sounds which almost resembles the moans of two people making out. Ugh, I need to find another place to sit.
I leave the isolated area and goes to another place which is almost not occupied by drunks or naked women.
I know I'm not supposed to be in this kind of place, but for this night, can you put your religious beliefs aside?
I mean, for one night!
I get to the place and grab a seat. Sitting on the seat, a bar tender rushes to me immediately. I order Bacardi wine and he hurries off to get my orders.
I wait patiently for him while swerving to the music that is playing from the speakers. The story of OJ by Kanye West.
My drink is placed in front of me with a glass cup. The glass cup looks shorter than my usual size I uses at home. I request for a taller glass.
Few minutes later, I'm downing Bacardi inside my system.
Few hours later.
‘You killed him didn't you?’ someone asks. I turn to look at who it is. A lady about my age, A bit shorter than me and has longer hair than my natural shorts. She is wearing a skimpy short tight gown that reveals almost all her girly curves. She sits opposite from where I sat and drink her whisky from the bottle.
‘Who are you?’ I ask wryly, with the alcohol taking over me.
She laughs wickedly and sips her drink.
‘You wouldn't like to know about me, but since you asked, I will only tell you my name. I'm Adaora!’ she says, shaking her head to rockstar by post Malone playing from the speakers.
I watch, wondering why she asked me that question.
‘You don't know me, but I knew your husband, very well. Maybe better than you nitwit!’ she says.
I huff, I'm I speaking to a LovePeddler now? What else is left for today?
‘So you killed him, didn't you?’ she asks, raking her eyes all over me with complete disgust.
‘I would ask you the same question!’ I say, taking my own drink.
She looks at me, with so much hate.
She reaches across the table and slapped me.
The sudden impact makes me jump and I feel my face heat up. The pain making me a little uneasy.
‘That's for coming into his life and ruining all that we had!’ She says.
She sits down, taking her drink.
I look at her, unable to say anything.
What I'm I supposed to say to that?
She reaches across again and slaps me. I didn't see this one coming, so I didn't duck.
Anger consumes me.
‘And that's for killing him. If only he made the right choice, he wouldn't be dead by now, you little ungrateful bastard!’ she spits.
I rub the side she slapped and sprang to my feet.
Why am I letting this LovePeddler treat me like this?
I stand up and made to leave.
She drags me by my shirt and flings me to the seat. I crash into the wooden chair and feel my bones crack.
In a blink, she's on me, beating, cursing, fighting, kicking and doing everything possible to disfigure my face.
I cover my face with my arms as the hits lands mercilessly on me.
‘Stop...stop...stop this!’ I whine.
She doesn't stop, but continues harder.
I gather my strength from where it laid, presumably the pit of hell and shoved her aside.
I am surprised to see that she doesn't weigh as much as I do.
I didn't fight back, I just stare at her. Imagining what she would look like if I run my car over her?
I'd crumple her into pieces.
She stares back, breathing profusely.
I grab my phone which is shattered on the floor and race out of the bar.
So much for an interview day!
Do you remember Adaora?
If yes, then Merry Christmas to you
If no, what shall I do to you?
Run you over with my car, just as Kayla had imagined.
I think that's very much savagery!
We will be looking at the mysteries behind Fred's death in the next chapter.
|Re: Till Death Do Us Part! (Romance) by Ann2012(f): 9:09am On Dec 28, 2019|
Waiting for the mysteries behind Fred's death
Well done OP
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