hope I'm not late. happy womb escape honey. Wishing you many more years. you are a blessing!

DrDreWise:
Whatever you think you've become today, NAIRALAND and HER members are to thank. SO, what's this you've said?

Become? I'm nothing yet.
I'm just directing you to a blog for the next update. you can follow the link or wait for me to update here.
it's your choice.

**clears throat**

Evening guys.
I wanna say a big thank you for the encouraging comments and thanks to those derailing the trend too.


To all the lovers of this piece, I'm happy to say, I will continue the story, but update might not be regular on NL.

follow this link to get the next episode
http://topwritersden.com/life-star-celebrity-story/5/


thanks.

CONTINUATION
DEDICATION: Oluwatymylehin.


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"who's to be blamed?" was the question I asked myself until I fell asleep.


Honestly, I could not blame dad, neither could I put the blame on mom.

My dad was a soldier, a man that does everything for his family. He wasn't the nagging father until mom started missing out in discharging some of her duties. I could say, he was pushed beyond limit.

I could not blame mom too, because she was a fighter. Even a blind man would see that the work load on her was just too much for her shoulder. I could say she was was under too much pressure. The pressure to perform excellently in different aspect.

Since dad refused getting a new help after the last one we had, taking care of house chores was the most difficult task.
I tried to help in my own little ways, but there were lot of things I could not handle. Especially cooking.

That very night, I went to bed with the hope that before day break, my parent would have become friends again since they were soul mates. How wrong could I be?
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The first thing I noticed the following morning was that, my parent were avoiding the each other. None of them said a word to eachother, not even during breakfast. Dad kept on stirring his cup of coffee until it was time to leave for work. He left his lunch on the table and hurried out of the house without saying goodbye to mom.

Without been told, I knew dad was still mad and mom was nursing her wound. I was sad my parent stayed mad at each other and I was ready to do anything to have a happy home again, but I was lost on what to do.

During our ride to school, I watched dad focus on the road with a sad face. He had no smile on and he was just too different from who he used to be. Deep down, I was sad and this made me decide to talk to my dad, hoping he would listen to me.

I cleared my throat and called his name softly, just the way I do whenever I wanted to request for something.

He replied with little attention and I went further.

"Dad......... Are you happy? "
I asked and looked at him in the eye.
He didn't give a response, he only looked at me and faked a smile. I knew he was trying to dodge my question, so I asked him again.
He came clean the second time, he told me he wasn't sure if his happiness was guaranteed.
I asked if it was because of mom and he responded "yes"

I thought for awhile, trying to figure out what the cause of the disagreement could be. The only thing that came to my mind, was food.

"Dad, is it because she didn't make dinner?"
I asked and he scoffed.
"but we ate out yesterday, or you weren't full? "
I continued.

With a hand on the wheel, dad held my face with his other hand and said "it isn't about dinner princess"

"then it's about what?"
I asked with confusion.

Dad removed his hand from my face, he looked at me and said "you won't understand baby, you are still small"

His response got me wondering what exactly went wrong. I watched my dad face the road and pretend to have his full attention on the wheel but I knew his mind was far away.

I was little but I was smart. I knew pushing him to tell Me more might lead to a mood swing so I didn't bother to.
I only requested for a favour. I pleaded with him to talk things over with mom, I told him to set rules that would favour the both of them and he promised to give my words a trial.

"Dad, remember you said you guys are soul mates, or does it have a new meaning now? " I asked as dad pulled over at my school.
He smiled and told me
"no."
Dad held me tight in his arms before I finally alighted.
I was happy dad listened to me and my hope was restored.
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During school hours, I decided I would talk to mom as well. Since she would be picking me up in the afternoon, I concluded to have a chat with her on our way home.

During our ride home, I allowed mom settle on the wheel, before I touched her laps softly and said.
" mom, can we talk? "

She smiled and said "yes, dear"
I jammed my palms together and said

"Mom, I know you have lots of things to do and the task on your shoulder is bigger than you, but I still want you to find time to make dad happy. Please talk things through with him"

Mom smiled weakly and said "you are really a smart kid"

I knew mom was trying to change the topic but I didn't give her the chance to. I pleaded with her until she agreed with my terms. I was so happy I could accomplish my my goal at the end of the day.
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That very evening, my parent locked themselves up as soon as dad got back from work. I concluded they were talking things out so I took care of Liam.
After the Long in Door meeting, they both came out smiling. I was proud of myself and my parent.

Dad also took us all out to dinner. We were all happy again and I was most happy because I was able to help my parents out of their mess.
We were happy, but it was just for a while.
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I guessed my parent were able to keep up with their laid out plan for awhile.

After awhile, things got messier. Our home became a battle field where snubbing was the order of the day.
It wasn't as if I didn't try to help, I tried talking to dad and he continued to listen to me until one day. I guessed he was tired of my daily sermon.
He got angry and pushed me away, with the warning that I should never interfere in adult matters again.

I didn't blame him, neither did I hold anything against him, I belived when people could not take thing no more, they change and it's only The people you love that can change you.

My family was broken, just that was not divided. The outsiders saw us as a happy home but deep inside, everything was shattered. No love, no joy, no happiness. Everything was upside down and I lived each day, waiting for a miracle. A miracle that would bring us back to who we were.

Do you know how its feels to almost have an attack whenever you are returning home?
Not sure if there would Be quarrel, argument or fight?

That was the way I felt whenever It was time to go home.

"Home, broken Home"


END OF CHAPTER.

ikombe:
Our story don hit Front Page

WiseFool2:
Angie come and update oooooooooooooo.... ...

Lol........ In a bit sir.

Hi guys, I'm super sorry for the delay in update.
I gave birth to a set of triplet (just kidding)

Update might be slow but we will still get therethere

CHAPTER ONE: episode three



[LAURA]





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IT WASN'T LIKE THIS BEFORE

No, my family was not divided back in the day. We used to be happy, strong and caring. Who to put the blame on, I do not know, but one thing I'm sure of is that everybody contributed to the breakdown of our peaceful home.

I grew up to know my parents as a perfect couple.
Mom was a beautiful lady while my dad was handsome. Apart from their physical attributes, they got along perfectly well.
I could'nt remember seeing my parent have a disagreement or even raise voice at each other in my presence, when I was little. Even if they do, It doesn't even last for a day.
Before the end of that very day, they would have been laughing and chatting together again. Whenever I ask mom about it, she would smile and say
"you see, your dad and I understands each other perfectly well because we are soul mates"

I ended up turning to my Wikipedia to search out the meaning of the word "soul mate"
Dad was not left out during my research, I could remember asking dad for the meaning of "soul mate" one morning when he was taking me to school. He requested to know how I came across the word and I told him it was from mom.
He laughed and placed a call through to mom immediately, they had fun laughing at me before dad finally told me that I would find out when I grow up and find love.
Pending the time, dad told me himself and mom are soul mates because his love for her was out of this world.

I ended up laying my research to rest, since my parents were living definition of "soul mates".

I was happy and proud of my family, even our house maid do wish to find a husband like my dad before she left. I do not know much about relationships but I knew my parent were best for each other.
We lived a life of love, happiness and celebration. Everyday was a blessing in disguise.

Talking about celebration, reminds me of when mom gave birth to "Liam" (my little prince)
I was eight and I was in JSS ONE.
i could remember dad picking me up from school during break. He told me he had a surprise for me and drove me to a hospital. At first I was confused until he led me to a ward. That was when I saw my mom and my aunt.

Mom had a baby in her hand and her heavy stomach was gone. My joy knew no bound when Aunty Nancy confirmed my suspicions and told me the baby was a boy. I was happy to have a baby brother, God knows I was tired of been an only child. Looking at the little blessing made me overwhelmed.
I jumped round the ward with Desmond and Derek (aunty Nancy's sons)
Though they were abit older than me, we were best of friends .

Liam (baby brother) brought more joy and happiness to a joyful home. Everybody was happy, including my grand parent.
My grandma especially, she spent three months with us, taking care of Liam. I loved the way she would carry him in her hand and dance around the livingroom, trying to put him to sleep. She sometimes made me wish to be a baby but I wasn't jealous of my baby brother. All I had for him was nothing but love and the memories I had watching him sleep, cry and laugh, was unforgettable.

We had peace and happiness in our family until grandma left.
It was as if she took it all with her. Things changed over the time.
Mom spent most of her time taking care of her office work and Liam, while dad spent most of his time nagging and blaming mom for not taking proper care of the house.
The first day they had a misunderstanding, it was as if heaven was going to come down. The house was hot, everybody felt the heat. The event will be forever fresh in my head.
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That very day, dad returned from work some minutes past seven. He headed straight to the dinning room, ready to be served. I could not even imagine just how disappointed he was to find out that mom didn't make dinner.
Mom complained of been tired and tried to make dad see reasons with her, but dad could not stop going on and on about how hungry and disappointed he was.

He complained bitterly of how famished he was before he took me with him, to a nearby restaurant.
We ate to our satisfaction and left for home some minutes past eight.

I thought dad wasn't mad anymore until bed time. I was in my room when I heard their voices. I didn't know the cause of their argument but they repeated the word "tired" like a million times. This made me guess it was because mom was too tired to cook, but I was confused because we ate out already.
I tiptoed out of my room when the noise stopped. I slowly walked to the living room, just to find my mom in a one armed couch. Her head was down and her hands were on her head. I knew dads words must have hurt her, but I didn't expect her to take it too hard on herself.

I walked up to Mom and held her head to my chest. I told her not to worry and she burst into tears.
That was my weak point. Seeing my mom cry was something I could not take. I felt like hitting my dad but then I realized he was not fully at fault.
I cried and comforted Mom but she never stop to cry until I threatened to invite aunty Nancy. She lazily wiped her tears and went into Liam's room.

I went back to bed with a heavy heart. I thought about the whole situation and couldn't get an answer to my hanging question.
"who's to be blamed ?"
I asked myself a million times before I eventually fell asleep.


TBC

DTOBS:


Sowie sweetie if that was kind of harsh.. .

Yungtemmy, get well soon... By HIS stripe you were healed.

yewandequeen love, I think we need to visit this nigga. I'm not even sure Angelinastto is around to take Kia of him.

*walks in with my iPhone 7 and 6 inches nails.
yeah....... Dtobs what were you saying? yungtemmy and I are together. I just gave him the best treatment, you know what I mean?

DTOBS:


Sowie sweetie if that was kind of harsh.. .

Yungtemmy, get well soon... By HIS stripe you were healed.

yewandequeen love, I think we need to visit this nigga. I'm not even sure Angelinastto is around to take Kia of him.

*walks in with my iPhone 7 and 6 inches nails.
yeah....... Dtobs what were you saying? yungtemmy and I are together. I just gave him the best treatment, you know what I mean?

Episode THREE

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" woke up one Sunday morning, told m daddy I'm leaving home.
Going off, to the city tomorrow,
Even though I don't know where to go"
David's alarm woke him up at exactly 6:00am. The track "pray for me" was his favourite of "Darey Artalade's" songs.
He slowly got his phone and turned off his alarm, before he went for his head phone. He connected the head phone with his phone as he scrolled through his favourite playlist.

"good morning world! " he said to himself before the music filled his ear. He increased the volume to the maximum and went on his four. He was ready for his morning pressup.
Nothing could be more energizing for him than observing his morning exercise while listening to music. He did up to fifty push up before he went for his morning jog. While jogging, Juliet image kept on showing up in his face. He didn't know why but he felt a strange urge to rush to school just to see her face. He could not finish up his morning exercise because he wanted to be in school early enough to see his new found friend.

At exactly 6:30am, David returned to his room. He rushed to the bathroom, cleaned up and prepared for school.
With his neatly ironed uniform, guess wrist watch, CK belt, Yeezy snickers and his handsome self, he was ready for school. He generously sprayed his "chairman" perfume and rushed to his parent's room.

"I was about coming for you, come here let's pray" his mom said immediately he got into his parents room.
"morning dad, morning mom"
David said before he joined his parent in prayer. His dad had an early morning meeting with some of the church officials that very day, so he made the prayer brief and short.

"in Jesus mighty name we've prayed" Rev. Nelson said and his family chorus "Amen"

David was happy and surprised the morning prayer ended in time, he wished he could fly to school already. He said his goodbyes and was about using the exit when his dad called him back.
Before he turned to face his dad, he rolled his eyes searching for an excuse to scape through his dad's sermon.

"ehm, Dad I was punished for been late yesterday, I can't avoid to be late today" he said as he turned to face him.
His dad chuckled and said "serves you right. Probably if you allow me or my driver to drive you to school, you won't run late. Well young man, that's your problem. Bring the envelope on the table"
David rushed to get the envelope and made to leave before he was stopped by his mom.

"David, won't you wait and find out what's in the envelope?" she said and David walked back to his dad.
Rev. Nelson opened the brown envelope and counted five, one thousand naira note. He handed it over to his son and said
"spend this wisely, I will be away for three days. Do not stress your mother, read your book and attend evening services"

David took the money and kept it in his wallet. He wished his dad "safe journey" and hugged his mom before he finally left.
The money didn't really mean much to him since he wasn't a lavish spender. Most times he doesn't eat in school and his lunch was always ready when he returned. He would have diverted the money into buying clothes and other necessary wears, but his dad regularly shop with him every month.
He also had no male friends or female partner to spend for or spend on. So all he does was to save it up in his bank account and await when need would arise.
That was the stress free, simple life David lived.

At exactly 7:00am, David arrived the school compound. He kept his head phone on his back and looked around for any sign of Juliet. He waited for five minutes without any sign of her before he head to the assembly ground.
David located his line and waited for the assembly to kick off. He maintained a cold face and stared at his pair of snickers until some set of girls interrupted him with their discussion.

"That is the senior that performed love song yesterday" one of the girls said.
After taking a glance at David, another girlAfter taking a glance at David, another girl replied. "yes, he's senior David. He's song really touched my heart. I wish he could do it again, just for me tho"

The girls laughed briefly before one of them said
"he's handsome, intelligent and proud at the same time. He won't even respond to anyone's greetings. Can't you see he doesn't even chat with his class mate, no to talk of juniors"

"really? Let me try greeting him" A smallish girl said.
She adjusted her uniform and tidied her hair before she walked the little distance between herself and David.
David was boiling with anger already. He counted the girls jobless and gossiping about others was something disgusting to him.

"Ehm...... Good morning senior......" she was yet to complete her statement when she raised her head to meet David's stern face. He looked at her from head to toe in a disgusting manner. Without been told, the girl knew the almighty senior David was angry.
She turned to leave in embarrassment as she was been laughed by some of the students who notices what transpired between them.
Contented with his actions, David spared the rest of the group cold stare before he focused his attention on the podium.

In less than a minute, the prefect on duty mounted the podium with the teacher on duty. Necessary information was passed and the assembly was dismissed.

David scan the assembly hall for any sign of Juliet without luck. He then concluded that she would be with the late comers. He clutched unto his bag and hurried his step back to the school gate.
He was barely at the school gate when he sited Juliet, standing alone with a printed material.

TBC

EvaJael:

Wow! Thanks. I'm looking at May...I shud be ready by then. I hope the others like it

Don't worry about others honey. Just do youyou

EvaJael:

Thank u so much

It's really great. I suggest you start a real story. Will invite people for you. Just mention me when it kicks off

AlamienDagash:
Just deleted jennifer-what is love from my playlist cuz i've found the answer.
Thumbs up reach sky
Aj pls feed us enuff

So where is love?

queenitee:
Love wantintin
I can see our ms/mrs angelinastto here,oya update kiakia

[center][/center][quote author=queenitee post=55151858]Love wantintin
Babe. I'm trying to type plenty so that I won't starve the readers when full work resumes. Thanks

KimberlyWest:


i can bet with my missing 50naira that this guy is already in love with this Senior.

It's much more beneficial sha cos no more flogging or bullying by seniors.

Thumbs up witer. More power to your elbow.

Lol missing #50 in deed

damis28crown:
U knw wat i say wen i see a nice story in d making i say (am speechless) gud wrk baby <walks to d front wth my popcorn nd holadia sits down nd watch d story unfold > LET ROCK IT BABY I DEY UR BACK nyway let me go read frm wer me stop

Thanks boo-boo

CONTINUATION

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They walked side by side, Occasionally brushing each other in the process.
They talked and laughed until they got to David's class. He returned the apples to her and said goodbyes. She smiled back and bid him goodbye as well, even though she wished he could stay.
David was about to take a step when something struck him.
"Juliet!" he called and she turned to face him.
"ehm, where do you stay? " he stammered.

She asked why before she eventually gave him her address.
"woah that should be like two streets from my street. Probably, we could walk home together?" David said in excitement.

Juliet realising where he was going with his question, frowned and said "I do not walk home. My driver picks me up" .

Her response made David sad, but he didn't want to show it. Deep inside, he wished they could come to school together and go home together. Chatting with her made him realise there was something more interesting than just listening to music, but he could not force her to be with him.
Back in the day, his dad use to drive him to school in the morning and pick him up later in the day. He stopped him from doing this because of his love for music. He enjoyed walking in the street and listening to music while cool breeze would blow across his face. .
David was lost in thought for a while before The sound of the bell brought David back to the present. He glanced at his wrist watch and faced Juliet.

"okay then, have a nice day" he said coldly and walked away.
Juliet looked at him and shook her head. She knew exactly how he felt and she was happy she made him feel that way. She looked at his back view as he tried to get away as fast as he could. All she could do was to laugh at his behavior.
David walked straight to his space immediately he got to his class, he had mixed feelings about his chat with Juliet.
He was happy he spent his time having a lively chat with her rather than staying in the class and burying his head in a book but he was sad they would be having limited time together.
"Probably we will have time to chat only during break" David said to himself as he unlocked his desk. He concluded that nothing could beat music, his music was always there with him, no matter the time, place or duration. He got a hold on himself and tried to concentrate on school.
Within a short period of time, the physics teacher came into the class. David put other thoughts behind him and focused on the lesson. As usual, he answered questions, asked questions and was applauded. Since he was so good in science subjects, everybody including his teachers believed he would become a good great doctor or he would go into other great professions, little did they know that all he was interested in was music.
That very day, after school, David was tempted to see Juliet before going home. He was almost in front of her class when he rushed back. He concluded that he would not make himself look desperate to have friend. He wore his head phone and bounced home, just the way he used to. Even though he had no friends, life was good just with his music.
TBC

Hadampson:
Wow!
Finally, azeequeen decided to start up something itz gud sha

Lemme call my sugarpie harameede99, follow by queenitee. My fake wifey, dasilver20 u r free to join me

#clears throat#
Hw can i 4get my pady pady, lankyannie..
My humble writers.. Angelinastto, TheblessedMAN, yungtemy, lesky3, melekan, njokunonsochukwu and marianneada.. u are highly welcome.

chizzymaris dear, go bring my ORIGIN cum, u knw i can't do without it

Azeequeen.. Ride on dear
I dey ur back like hunch_back

Thanks babe

EvaJael:
Hello everyone. I'm just a new face here on nairaland. I've been reading books here as a guest for more than two years. I've decided to test my hands on the wheel this time. Counting on you all for support. Let me mention the few people I know here.
Chumzypinky
Divepen1
Nnenna
Lilyjoe567
TMDavidWest
degelinglacis
Angelinastto
bibijay123

Please,you're free to invite others. Thanks in advance

Welcome dear. Ride on

damis28crown:
I JST HOPE ITS NT MY KHLEO DAT WNT TO COURT HMMM HMMM HMMM ME IS NT LKYIN IT O ny way let me read wit one eye i luv ur story kep it up dear

Lol but you like the wedding party and all the exotic cars

Chumzypinky:
Pls lets be clear.
Is it Khloe or Khole?

Yes...... It's all about Khloe! Khloe!! And khole

CHAPTER ONE: EPISODE 2

"little did she know that her touch broke his wall“
David and Juliet walked side by side to the cafeteria. They talked mostly about spoilt rich kids but a passerby would think they were long time lovers, having a romantic conversation. They cracked each other up and laughed at their dry jokes. It is true that when two people are in love, they enjoy even the most boring conversations.
"what type of fruit do you want? " David asked immediately they arrived the fruit stall. Juliet took a quick glance at the fruits collection and pointed at a big water melon.
"what? You are going to finish that? " David asked in surprise.
"yes, I can manage that for now" Juliet said jokingly.
With his mouth widely open, David stared at her for a minutes before he reached for his wallet.
"I bet this is even bigger than you head" David said as he made to pay.
Juliet held his hand, stopping him from paying. She looked around to confirm no one was watching them. Since most of the students love taking junks rather than fruit, the fruit stall was occasional patronized by the students. Juliet confirmed that no one was watching them before she roughly squeezed David's hand and said "hey boy, I stopped Mike from killing you this morning, I saved you from dying of embarrassment in front of the whole choir and now you are complaining of my choice of fruit. Do you realize I'm your senior at all? I can order Mike to make you lay down flat right now"

David looked at the way Juliet stood akimbo and talked as fast as she could. All he could do was to laugh at her speech. He laughed until he noticed that he was alone in the laughter. He then bent a little and said "madam prefect, choir mistress, senior, I'm so sorry. Please don't beat me, I can buy you a truck of water melon if you want....."
Before he could finish his statement, Juliet burst into laughter, she hit him playfully and told him she was only joking.
"joking about what exactly ? Making me lAydown flat or beating me up? " David asked jokingly.
Juliet made a funny face and said "I ment those. I'm only joking about wanting the big water melon"
They both laughed and stared at each other until they were interrupted by the fruit seller.
"My children, which one will you love to buy? The break will soon be over" the middle aged man said.
Juliet quickly took her eyes off David and focused his attention on the fruits displayed. David on the order hand, kept his eyes on her. He wondered how he could get close to someone in a day. He had been addicted to living alone with his music, he didn't even keep male friends, not to talk of females. But Juliet seemed different, meeting her in a day and chatting with her in less than hour felt like they had been best friends ever since they were born. He loved everything about her already and she was what he would call perfection. He wasn't sure of what the future had for them but he was sure he had found himself a friend. A rare friend.

"hello? David!" Juliet said interrupting his thought.
David came back to reality to see Juliet waving into his face. He stammered "what....? " and the fruit seller burst into tears.
Without realizing he had been off for a minute, he wore a confused look and asked "what? " again.
Juliet smiled and said "I said I will have apples"
"oh, apples? Pick as much as you want" David said and reached for his wallet.
Juliet picked two apples and the fruit seller added one extra for her. David paid for the apples and collected it for her. They were about leaving the fruit stall when the fruit seller called them back.
"wait" he said and they both turned back. He smiled and said "I haven't been seeing you guys around but you seems close and cool with each other. Please do patronize the fruit stall more often, I will love to see more of you"
Juliet promised to patronize the fruit seller more often while David promised to patronize on the condition that Juliet would eat fruit every school day. Every body laughed and they both said "goodbye" to the fruit seller.
TBC

dasilver20:
Wow such a nice piece.i just read the intro and am loving it let me quickly go and read in the dark

Wait!! !!!! Before you read, there are lots of grammatical blunder in that story. Bear with me please

Hadampson:
Angelinastto, of all d characters in 'IN THE DARK ', why do u choose khole nah.. I don't like seeing her unhappy. Can u please change it to loretta

Chai! So you hate Loretta? There is God!

PrettyMizQdot:
Ayam hia, thou noborri cal me.

Ma'am, kwonteanew

We are sorry MA. Welcome

CHAPTER ONE: EPISODE TWO
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It wasn't like this before. This was not the perfect family I planned for but things changed over time and it seemed like it was beyond repair. My wife "khole" used to be my muse, my world and my everything, until she took in after our marriage. That was like twelve years ago and that was her first pregnancy. I was happy I was going to be a father, I was happy we were going to have our baby and I was happy we were going to be parent but the excitement of having a baby faded over the time, due to the changes that came with the pregnancy.

Khloe and I dated for more than four years before we eventually settled for marriage. Over this period of time, I was never for once disappointed in my wife. She was always neat and tidy. Every blessed day, she appeared like an angel. Not only was she good looking, she was a good cook, a good house wife and she was even good in bed. All this and nothing more was all I wanted in a lady, we were perfect March.
After marriage, I rush home from work everyday because I knew my wife was home, I knew she would be ready to satisfy me. In terms of food and sex and she never disappointed me. Though we had days she would complain of been tired, it was occasional and whenever she gave that excuse, I do understand her perfectly.
Things went fine, until Khloe took in. I knew there were always rough periods of pregnancy and I was ready to support my wife through everything. During the early stage, she most times complained of been weak and tired. I gave her a listening ear and accepted tiredness as my wife's weakness. I would cook before and after work, I would clean the house, I would do our laundry and other things whenever she was not feeling up to it. Things went on like this when she gets occasionally tired, until she turned tiredness to a song she repeats everyday.
I came back from work everyday to a tired wife, I gradually lost the joy of rushing home. I didn't want to be a nagging husband, so I kept my cool and did the little chores I could do. She lost herself to the pregnancy and I blamed myself for getting her pregnant. Though my cup was full, i didn't retaliate.
We had nights we would sleep without eating, we had nights we would feed on fast food and we even had nights we would skip sex. All that was happening made me sick, but I did not utter a word, just because I did not want to hurt her feelings. Though I was been hurt, I continued to manage, hoping things would get better when she escape the first stage of pregnancy. I continued to manage until one night, I could not bare it any longer.
Been the manager of my father's company, I went on a business trip with some of my friend and business partners. The business trip lasted for a week. Though it was a business trip, it was not all about work. We had time to chill and have fun. We lodged in a five star hotel where it would be easy to work and do some other things. Most of my friends were married but they saw nothing bad in having an extramarital affair. I wasn't a saint when I was single, but ever since I vowed to remain faithful, I lost my interest in any sexual act outside marriage.
The first few days were manageable, I would eat with the boys and retire to my room. I also found comfort in calling my wife and chatting her to sleep. Things went like this till the fifth day of my trip. I felt so lonely and had a strong urge for sex, the feelings was so unexplainable.
I knew telling the guys would be a waste, all they would suggest would be having sex with one of the street workers they patronized. Since I wasn't ready to break my vow, I kept my sexual urge to myself and tried to fight it. As usual, I called Khole and had a long chat with her before I went to bed.
Immediately we sealed the business deal the next day, I took a night flight back to Abuja, regardless of how late it was. I didn't even wait for the dinner party organized by our business partner, all that mattered to me was to returnreturn home to my wife.
I got home roughly past eight, I was happy because the trip was a success and I was finally with my wife. Khloe made dinner that night and this made me so happy, thinking my wife was back to who she used to be.
After dinner, I allowed her clean up before I made a move. She responded to my touch, my kiss and even my romantic poems. I was happy, thinking she missed me just how much I missed her. I thought everything worth the wait, not until I made to take her to bed. Khloe stopped the kiss and told me she could not have sex. At first I thought she was joking, until she went on with a long sermon of how tired she was. I was devastated, I could not just keep quiet no more.

"probably, she keep giving me this same excuse because she thinks I will always be fine with it"
I said to myself as I thought about all that happened while I was on my business trip. I thought about the pretty girls I chose to ignore because I had a wife at home, I thought about fighting my sexual urge for her and she giving me the "I'm tired" excuse made me want to explode.
Without holding back, I lashed out my emotions in rage. I was so angry that i could not stand her sight. I could not vouch for my actions, so I excused myself to the living room. I was yet to get a hold on myself when Khloe came for me in the living room, to avoid any argument, I walked out on her and chose to take a break from the house.
I wasn't use to hanging out at night but I wanted to get out of the house by all means. Khloe tried to hold me back but I got away, pushing her in the process.
Heaven knows I never knew she was hurt. I only wanted to get away before I would hurt her. I lodge in an hotel and drank myself to sleep.
I woke up the next day to see a call from Kelvin. I was shocked when he informed me that Khloe was laying on the hospital bed. I was lost and confuse, all I hoped for was for her and her baby to be safe. My love for my wife was huge but I could not cope with her daily excuses.
I drove to the hospital as fast as I could, hoping to bring back my wife and our baby, but my hope was shattered when I found out that Khole lost her pregnancy. I was so sad and weak. Without been told, I knew Nancy suspected something and this made me stay away from her. My conscience was killing me already, I didn't need nobody to make me feel worse.
TBC

Chumzypinky:
I sha hope this isnt Khole

Mommy pinky, it's all about Khloe o. Hope you ain't occupying all the space with your big bumbumbumbum?

CHAPTER ONE: IT WASN'T LIKE THIS BEFORE
(twelve years later)

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[b][/b] KHOLE

it wasn't like this before, the storm blew in without notice. Josh used to be the best thing that ever happened to me, he was my soul mate, my best friend and my husband until my first pregnancy. That was like twelve years ago, few months after my marriage . When I first took in, josh did not stop to be the caring guy I married. My first pregnancy was a huge burden on me, lots of changes I could not even explain took place in my body. Most times, I would be too weak. Too weak to cook, too weak to clean or do any other thing. To the extent that sometimes I would love to make a special delicacy for my husband but I would end up staring at the ingredients I prepared without any strength to make a proper meal.
Thoughtout this first stage, Josh was understanding. He would tell me not to bother cooking or stress myself, he would tell me that all I had to do was to care for myself and my baby, sometimes he would even go to the extent of getting me gift in appreciation of me going through lots of stress just to carry his baby. During this period of time, I felt like a queen. A queen married to the most caring king on the earth surface. Things continued like this for the first few months of my pregnancy until one night.
The night that led to my miscarriage. I didn't see it coming, everything was just too sudden,but before the blink of an eye lots of damage had been done.
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On that very day, Nancy and Loretta visited me. We had fun chatting and teasing each other before I made lunch for the girls. Josh was on a business trip but he was due to return that very day. After lunch, the girls waited on Josh for awhile before they decided to leave.
I saw them off and took a short nap before I decided to make a surprise dinner for Josh (something I hardly do).
I made his favourite dish of fried rice and chicken, after which I cleaned the room and await his arrival. I was even too tired to take my bath.
Josh arrived few minutes past 8:00pm. He was all over me when he arrived. I was also happy to see my husband, who had been away for a week. We kissed and hugged before I eventually told him to clean up while I set the table.
Dinner was simple and romantic. Josh continued to shower me with compliments before and after dinner. After the meal, I happily cleared the table and washed the dishes before I tiredly returned to my room to clean up as well.
I was still applying my face cleanser when I felt Josh hand on my shoulder. He gently massaged my shoulder and kissed my earlobe as he told me how much he missed me. Without been told, I knew Josh was ready for sex but I was not. I was so far from been in the mood to have sex. All I wanted that night was to have a sound sleep and regain my strength.
Josh moved to my neck from my earlobe and then he came right in front of me to claim my lips. I wasn't ready for sex but I allowed him have his way because I do not want to hurt his feelings. I knew how disappointed Josh would be if we had an unsatisfied sex, so I decided to explain how tired I was to him.
Josh moved to my boobs after kissing my neck to his satisfaction. I did nothing to stop him until he made the move to take me to bed.

"ehm, babe, I cant have sex" I said softly.
"why? " Josh asked.

" I exhausted my energy already. I made lunch, I made dinner, I cleaned and did lots of house chores. Now I'm too tired, can we just cuddle to sleep? " I gently asked.

Josh held my face and said "queeny, all you did is not sex. This is different , right now all I want to do is make love to my wife"

"No I can't Josh. Please let's just skip the love making part and sleep" I said, hoping he would understand and give in to my demand, but I received the greatest shock of my life. Josh response shattered my hope.

Josh released my face and took a step away from me. He scoffed and said " Tired? You are tired? Right? Like always Khloe you are tired again! You think you are the only one who's been tired? Guess what? I'm tired too! I'm tired of your constant tiredness! I'm tired of your everyday excuse. Can you just stop using that word and search for a new one? Do you know how much that word hurts my ears? Khloe you rarely cook because you are tired! You occasion clean because you are always tired! You do not even take care of your self, just because you are tired. When last did you look good? Probably before you put in and now we can't make love because you are tired? Tired! Tired!! Tired!!!
I'm tired too, josh is tired and I'm doing nothing to hide it. One thing I'm sure of is that you are not the first woman to carry a child, I do not know why you are making a big deal out of it"

Josh bounced out and slammed the door immediately he ended his speech. I was so heart broken but I understood his plight. I knew just how hurt men could be to see their wife change so badly. I pulled myself together and went after. I searched the other rooms without luck before I went downstairs to search for him. I eventually found him facing the window in the living room.

"Josh.. .." I said as I walked up to him. I Later my hand on his shoulder and he flung it away. He looked at me for awhile before he rushed upstairs in rage. I thought he was going to bed, so I planned to apologize to him the next day. I was still closing the windows when I saw Josh rush down the stairs in a new dress. He grabbed his car keys and made to leave. I rushed at him in my confused state and pleaded with him not to go out. I tried not to touch him at first, but I ended up having his arm when I realized he wasn't going to listen to me.

Again, Josh flung my hand away and this time around, he pushed me down in the process. Without looking back, he rushed out and slammed the door behind him.
I roughly landed on the chair, causing me to let out a heavy breathe. I remained in the chair for awhile before I made a move to stand to my feet. I was about rising up when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, before I could say "jerk! " I felt something like water, running down my legs. I slowly looked below my skirt and I got the shock of my life.
All I saw was blood, running down my leg. I was so scared and confused. I touched my stomach to feel my child and I decided to do anything to safe my first seed.
I screamed and cried for help but it was just me in the big mansion. I wished Josh was there for me.
Without been told, I knew I was alone and no one else could render a helping hand but me. With the determination to safe my child I struggled to the room with blood running down my legs.
Climbing the staircase was such a difficult task and before I could get to the room, I lost all the strength I gathered. With a dizzy eyes, I got my phone and stared at it for a while, contemplating on who to call.
Coming to the conclusion that Josh could ignore my call and messages, I decided to call Nancy. I tried her number repeatedly but it didn't go through. With my phone in my hand, I laid on the floor, hoping for a miracle. After waiting for more than five minutes, I decided that I had no go back there the living room. Even if Josh should arrive, he might decide not to come up stairs and considering the fact that it will be more difficult to get help in the bedroom, I crawled down stairs with my last strength.

Realising that I would go unconscious in no time, I decided to give calling Nancy a last trial. Luckily, The line went through immediately.

"Nancy, come over, there is an emergency" that was all I could say before I passed out.
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I opened my eyes to see the four walls of a hospital when I became conscious, Nancy and Kelvin were with me as well. My world came crushing when I found out about my pregnancy. All that happened the previous night came to mind and realizing that I lost my baby, after fighting so hard made me feel like giving up. Life meet nothing to me, all that mattered was my child.

I was the shadow of myself for months. Nancy tried cheering me up by taking me back to my parent's house. It did help.
After months of shutting everybody out, I decided to make my marriage work instead of building on past mistake. I forgave Josh before he even asked for my forgiveness. We settled our scores and I returned back to Abuja with him. We renewed our Vowsand swore to make our marriage work.
Before and after settling with Josh, I never for once discussed all that happened with any body, including my mother. To me no marriage is perfect and I was not ready to make mine the center of any discussion.

We continued to live and love until I took in again, few weeks before Jordan proposed to Loretta. Josh shared the news with everybody during a family gathering.
Afraid of me constantly getting tired again, I pleaded with Josh to employ a house help. In order to have less work on my plate. Josh reasoned with me and We got a house help though the help of my mom.
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Life was good, things went on smoothly between Josh and I until I delivered. I gave birth to a bouncing baby girl and we named a "laura"
Laura grew to become a beautiful girl. She was her father's pride and the apple of my eyes. With the help of my house help, it was easy combine raising a child with house chores and satisfying my husband in bed.


Laura grew really fast and with her rapid growth, she looked way bigger than her age. At the age of five, she looked like eight. This made me want another baby badly before people would think I was having issues giving birth, but Josh did not see things from my own point of view. He told me he enjoyed having all the time with me and watching Laura grow.
I was a full house wife, until Laura was six. I decided to take a job instead of lazying around. Though Josh was against my suggestion at first, he gave in to my demand after making me promise that I will not come home tired.

I was able to combine raising a kid, work and my marriage until the house help messed up. She was caught smuggling things out of the house. My parent concluded that she might end up inviting robbers, so we ended up sending her away. The way things turned out with the house help made Josh turn down any discussion to get a new one. He asked me to quit work if the workload would be heavy on me. Due to the love I had for my job, I kept it and still tried to meet up with my family needs. Laura was also growing fast, so she was able to help me out with some chores.
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Nothing changed until Laura was nine, I took in again. The pregnancy stage was not has demanding as my first and second pregnancy but it was still a bit demanding. I had to take care of work, my family and myself. It wasn't easy but I scared through the period of nine months and I gave birth to a bouncing baby boy "Liam"

Taking care of Liam was easy with the help of my mom and a break from work. I was able to keep the promise I made to Josh, until three months after delivery. My mom had to return to ilorin, I had to resume work and I had to take care of two kids. I became overwhelmed with stress.

Without any help, I would wake up all night to take care of my baby, I would hurry to work in the morning and I would rush back home to make dinner in the evening. Most nights, I would sleep off while trying to put Liam to sleep. I had little time for myself, not to talk of having time to make up with Josh.

Josh was considerate for awhile, until he could not take it anymore. He claimed I brought everything upon myself and blamed everything on my job. He concluded that I should resign and become a full house wife but I could not bring myself to leaving my job. Things became rough when I did not agree with Josh's terms. He became the opposite of what he used to be. To me I did my best but I was confused on why he didn't see this. I was scared of loosing my husband, I was scared of loosing my marriage and I was scared of having a broken home.

Lost on what to do, I decided to confide in Nancy. She was the only adviser I had.

TBC