The Unfaithful husband has episode 4 – 5


Written by Henry Zibima

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Episode 4


“Hope you slept well” he asked glancing at my upper chambers.

“Yes sir” I answered

“It’s alright then” he said as he walked passed me and intentionally brushed his hands against my b00bs.

“Huhh” I gasped instantly in shock. I was stunned, now this man has actually taken things too far.

He ignored me acting like he wasn’t aware of what just happened as he instantly went to his room.

It was no mistake, it appeared he was delibarately trying to make me know he wanted to have extramarital affairs with me but he didn’t want to use his words. He preferred using signs


It’s a Monday morning and the beginning of a new week. I couldn’t wait to resume at my place of apprenticesh¡p. Aunt Jennifer also had me enrolled for evening WAEC lessons, at least I wouldn’t be at home always with her husband — who was on his monthly leave.

She would be busy through out this week due to the preparation for the launching of the new branch her company just planted.

She worked in a multinational industrial firm. And earned huge amounts of money every month, the working environment was also very good too but it limited the role she had to play as a mother.

She had very little time to spend with her family but she sure made her presence felt whenever she was around.

She is a very hærd-working and caring woman. What I cherished most about her was the fact that she easily felt pity for others and she used her money to enrich the lives of the less privileged.

I began learning the tailoring skill my aunt paid for today. The woman who owned the shop seemed to be a very nice woman. She put me through on the basics and explained everything to me in the simplest of terms. The talking part was easy but the practical part was the exact opposite just like they say ” it is easier said than done”

I arrived home that afternoon terribly exhausted.Everyone was at home apart from my aunt, Frank had brought the kids back from school while uncle Femi was probably in his bedroom.

I had not even started the evening lessons and I was already getting worked up. It wasn’t going to be easy for me to manage the tailoring, house chores and lessons all together. I was highly fatigued and just needed to jump unto my bed and sink into the coolness and ardency that it brings.

It was barely five minutes since I lay on the bed when I was woken up from my nap by the sound of a soothing, calm voice.

“Esther! Wake up, my dad has being calling you”

I opened my eyes to see Frank who was now tapping my shoulders.

“What’s the matter” I asked with a fatigued voice.

“My dad has being calling you since, he wanted you to follow him to the supermarket to get some things”

“Hmm” I breathed deeply.

What is this man’s problem, I haven’t even slept for up to five minutes and he wants me to go on another errand with him. Why does he keep pestering me. Right now what I needed was rest!

I quickly put one of my short gowns, it was a bit worn but was still manageable.

My mom had gotten it for me two years ago for the Christmas celebration.

I met uncle Femi in the passage,

“Good afternoon sir” I greeted

“Good afternoon, please hurry up let’s get some things your aunt asked me to get from the supermarket” Femi said hurriedly and left to the garage.

I came outside and waited for him outside his car, he then signalled me to join him in,side. I hopped unto his 2017 Range Rover Velar,

Wow! the interior was a sight to behold. From the seats to the floor mats to the steering and the navigation system was absolutely mind blowing. The air conditioner was on and that made the car even more classic.

It was the perfect environment for me to relax.

“How was work today” Femi asked

“Fine sir” I replied

“You look tired, it must have been very stressful”

“Yes sir, tailoring isn’t actually as easy as I thought” I said

“How about we stop at a restaurant to get you something to eat?” He said smiling

“Ok sir” I said, I couldn’t turn down the offer just like that.

And one more thing; please stop addressing me as sir. You can call me dad or Femi.

“I’m sorry but Femi sounds disrespectful. I prefer calling you dad”

“As you wish” he said with a smirk on his face.


After about 20 minutes we arrived at the restaurant, it was one of the biggest in Port Harcourt. Well decorated to the class of the times with very friendly staffs. I immediately concluded that the food here would be very expensive. Uncle Femi ordered a plate of jollof rice and chicken, and I asked for the same thing because I was divided between two minds after seeing the cumbersome menu.

We chatted during the meal, about my family, social life and a lot of other things I can’t recall. I had a nice time and it was a great way to relax after a hectic day.

By the time we were done, it was already late,the time ran fast like a cheetah. We hurried down to get the things from the supermarket. It was getting dark so we had to be very swift.

As if the meal at the restaurant wasn’t enough Uncle Femi also got me a perfume worth ₦7500. The scent was heavenly!

I asked him why he was being extra caring and loving to me, but my question surprisingly threw him off balance. It took him a few seconds to provide an answer.

“I… I… just want to see you happy and smiling that’s all” he said.

I didn’t care, after all I wasn’t a kid anymore. I knew very well what he wanted. Aside that, I had started to feel comfortable around him, I began enjoying his company… I don’t know how to explain it but I think I’m beginning to like Uncle Femi…

Written by Henry Zibima

Episode 5

Frank’s POV

I just couldn’t concentrate while I played a video game in my room. I kept wondering why my dad and Esther were not back by now.

It has being almost two hours since they left to the supermarket. On a normal circumstance they ought to have been back by now. Even My mum was already back from work while they were still on their way.

What could be delaying them? Could they have gone somewhere else? I kept on soliloquising. I became even more worried as I remembered what had being going on between the both of them.

Could the outing have been planned? Could it be that Esther had finally succumbed to my dad’s sed×¢t!on?

“Hmm” I whispered to myself. I have being tolerating all these nonsense just because I don’t want my parents’ marriage to get broken. I can’t afford seeing my mom in tears. And life wouldn’t be easy on my siblings and I if anything bad happens to my parents’ marriage.

But if anything should occur between Esther and my dad that would be the last time I would keep silent.

Despite my gentleness I can be very baleful and if eventually anything happens, I might end up doing something very stupid.

And as for my cousin — Esther. It would be a huge shock to her the length I would go to make her life miserable.

I had sank deep in thoughts when I was jolted up by the loud sound of the car’s horn. I got up from my chair and looked downstairs through my room window.

My dad’s car drove in as Musa opened the gate. I was able to see clearly With the help of the high energy light bulbs in our compound.

“Oga welcome, welcome sir, your boy dey loyal sir” Musa said raising his both hands in the air with a very wide and absurd smile.

He kept on hailing my dad hoping to get some change to promote his drinking habit.

Dad stepped down from the car while Esther went to get the things they bought from the trunk. I couldn’t help but notice the way they were talking and smiling. It irritated me, And I couldn’t wait to speak to Esther.

Esther’s POV

It was already dark when we arrived. We hurried back home as fast as possible. We must have spent a lot of time since aunty Jenny was already back from work.

I was a bit startled because I never expected her to be back so early compared to prior times.

“Good evening ma” I quickly greeted her trying to reduce the uneasiness I was feeling

“How are you” aunt Jenny asked
“Fine ma”

“You spent a lot of time at the supermarket…” she said expecting a reply from me.

I couldn’t just go ahead and tell her that I and her husband stopped at the restaurant. I would make her feel suspicious. So I told her that there was heavy traffic on our way.
She didn’t ask any further questions as she was busy arranging some of her paperwork.

I was just about leaving when she inquired of me if I had started learning the tailoring skill.

“Yes ma” I said, “thank you very much for all you have done for me ma. may God bless you deeply ma, I am very grateful” I said bending my knees forward as a sign of respect.
“Don’t bother yourself my dear, it’s nothing” she replied with a smile on her face.

I was in my room when I heard a hærd knock on the door. I sluggishly got up and opened the door.

It was Frank

“Hi Frank, what’s up” I asked but he didn’t reply it was obvious he was angry about something.

“What’s the matter” I inquired looking concerned

“What are up to!!” he thundered

“What are you doing with my father!!!”

“Frank you have to calm down let’s go in,side, we can’t be discussing such at the doorpost” I pleaded.

I entered in,side the room and he followed suit but he left the door open.

“Now will you please answer my question??”

“Look, I don’t know what you’re insinuating but nothing is going on between me and your dad.

“Then why did you guys spend more than two good hours to just get something from the supermarket”

“I… I… I was very hungry and stressed so he said we should get something to eat at the restaurant.

“You went to the restaurant with my dad??” My statement seemed to have infuriated him the more.

“When last did he take me to the restaurant?!” Frank asked rhetorically

He was enraged and fuming in annoyance.

“And you told my mum there was heavy traffic!”

I didn’t know what to say to calm down his nerves, He was absolutely exasperated.

“Please you don’t have to be worried about that, nothing will ever happen between us. I am fully aware of what I am doing. Besides that I have boundaries which I take very seriously.”

“That’s none of my business, but one thing is sure if I you ever sleep with my father it’ll be the biggest mistake of you life

“Biggest mistake of whose life?” was the next thing we heard from the door. We were awestricken as we shifted our gaze towards the door and behold it was aunty Jennifer.