Agony of marriage episode 5

THE AGONY OF MARRIAGE

EPISODE 5
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As soon as he reached me, he simply sat on the very sp©t my husband had been on earlier and I began to fidget. I was so
nervous that sweat broke out on my forehead. A minute passed and he said nothing to me. More minutes ticked away and yet nothing then I began to grow angry for no reason.

If he was not going to talk to me then why had he come here to sit with
me? Why hadn’t he just remained at the corner where he was sitting before instead of coming here to pl@ydumb or had he only changed location so he could have a very good view of the people dancing on the dance floor. My nervousness slowly grew into displea-sure and I felt like getting up and walking
away but I only remained put because I was scared what Daniel would do to me if he returned and couldn’t find me
where he had left me.

Ten good minutes pas-sed and all he did, was sipped his stupid wine. I soon relaxed and angrily leaned back against
the backrest. I decided that he wouldn’t be the only one enjoying a drink so I reached for my glas-s of wine and took a
sip while stealing glances at him from the corner of my eyes.

I didn’t know why I was pissed at a total stranger whom I had never met before, I just felt that there were a lot in the way he
had stared at me from across the room and instead of doing
what I had thought he would, he had only come to keep my husband’s p@rt of the couch warm. I erased the stranger from
my mind and focused on what was going on around me and soon and I felt pressed. Leaving my glas-s of wine there

I rose up and walked to the ladies to take a leak. As I walked to
one of the stalls and opened the door, I st©pped short as the occu-p@n-ts stared at me too with a not-too-surprised looks
on their faces. It was Daniel and the girl he had been dancingbwith before they had both disappeared and now he was having S-x with the lady right there in one of the ladies’ rooms.

“What are you doing here?” Daniel angrily asked. “Didn’t I tell you not to move from that sp©t?”

“Indeed.” He stated and continued what he was doing with the
girl as he spoke to me.
s-en-sing that I was still there, my husband turned an angry eye on me. “You are still here? Will you get out, close this door and go back to where I left you?!” He snapped at me and
simply let the door close then backed away, although I could still hear the sound of the nons-en-se he was doing with the girl but I tried to tune out the sound of it from my head as I
began to hum the lyrics of the song pla-ying at the dancing
place in my head and pretended that I had saw nothing.

I entered two stalls away from the one my husband was in
and quic-kly relieved myself and after flushing, I stepped out to
wash my hands in the sink and I could hear him telling her that
he was also interested in having the same thing with one of her friends and that he would pay any amount that they
wanted him to. Composing myself, I returned to where I was
sitting before.

I paused when I discovered that the stranger was still seated on the couch and this time he was busy
tapping away at his phone with an ankle on his other knee and
his arm stretched out along the head of the backrest. I angrily
walked to the couch and sat down and noticed an artificial rose flower lying next to my glas-s of wine.

Wondering who has placed it there, I glanced around but no one seemed to be
paying me any attention. I was almost tem-pted to ask the
stranger who had left the rose flower there but I changed my
mind. Ignoring the flower, I simply went for my glas-s of drink, as I brou-ght the cu-p to myl-ips for a drink, the stranger
finally spoke without taking his eyes off the screen of hisnphone:

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.”
I paused then pu-ll-ed the cu-p away. “Excuse me?” I said.
He finally lifted his head to look at me and I could see a sly
smile in his eyes. “Rule number one, never leave your drink unattended in a public place like this, especially in a social
gathering like this” He said to me.

I skeptically stared at my drink then lifted the glas-s to look throu-gh its transparent b©dy at the bottom. I saw absolutely nothing and I wondered if he had only said that to strike a
conversation with me. Well, if that was the case, I had long lost interest, so he could as well just shut up and mind his
business.

“Look no further, it’s long dissolved.” He told me as if he had.just re-ad my mind.
I swallowed ha-rd . “What do you mean?”
“Some dude sli-pped something in your drink while you were
away.
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“Really?” I scoffed in doubt. “Who would do such right in front of someone, you.”
He smiled now and I caught a glimpse of his white teeth before they disappeared. “Desperate S-x predators have their
tactics and they never work solo. One pretended to be asking me irrelevant questions in order to distract me, while the other spiked your drink. Most girls have fallen victim and they often
wake up feeling disoriented, unable to remember anything or even know that even if they were R@p£d, it was a gang bang.”

I glanced down at my drink again. “Why didn’t you raise an alarm?”

He chuckled. “C’mon, I don’t wanna get shanked. There are a
bunch of them in here and how am I supposed to stand up to all of them. I’m no Bruce Lee.”

I smiled a bit then simply placed the drink back on the table. I
had had enough of wine tonight anyway. “So did they leave the
rose too as a token?” I asked.

He hesitated now then pursed hisl-ips and shook his head as
he stared down at the rose. “No, that was me.” Then he lifted his eyes to meet mine quizzically. “You don’t like roses?” He
asked.

I took the rose and brou-ght the petals to my nose. “I’m
indifferent to flowers. Tell me, do you carry roses around to
offer it to any girl you find?”
“Find appealing? Yes.” He said frankly. “But never to a married one.”

Just then, in reflex, I folded my f!ngersinto my palm as if trying
to hide my ring. I smiled sheepishly and gently lowered the
rose to my l@p unable to meet his eyes.
“What’s a married woman doing all by herself in such a nas-ty
place full of miscreants and die-ha-rd who-res who have anpenchant for one-night stands?”
“I’m not alone…” I coyly answered, my head lowered now. “I c@m£ with my husband.”

He glanced around. “And what fool of a husband would leave
his wife unattended with a lot of predators looking for the next
vulnerable woman to pounce on?”
“I’m not vulnerable.” I tried to defend myself softly.

He scoffed and set his foot down then leaned sideways
towards me with his elbows on his knees. “Tell you what…”
“What?” I curiously asked.
“You are lonely and unhappy.” He said flatly.

I was embarras-sed but tried to hide it. “That’s not true. Like I
said, I’m married…” I lifted my hand to flaunt my ring. “Happily
married.” I quic-kly added for emphasis and in order to sound convincing.

“I know right?” He said in sarcasm. “Most women are married
and yet lonely and you are just one of them… I s-en-sed it
from the bar. All these makeup couldn’t conceal your pains
from me. They are etched into the lines of your face and yet you are in your early twenties.”

I gave him an uncomfortable look. “Are you some psychologist
s£nt to an-alyse me or what?”
He chuckled softly. “I’m just some crazy fella looking for whom to make me forget some of my troubles.”

“Well, there are a lot of h0tter girls on the dance floor whom you can psycho-an-alyse and choose from.”
“Yeah…” He cast a bored look across the dance floor. “And yet you caught me from afar. You stand out here.” Then he briefly
bit a p@rt of his lower l!pbefore he said again, “I’m Chris.” He
stretched a hand towards him.

I hesitated and stared at him. Somehow, just washing him
svçka p@rt of his lower l!pinto his mouth. I felt like having such guy by my side. Suddenly, I snapped out of my daydream.
No, this was wrong. I shook my head to shake the dirty thoughts off.

I’m married and shouldn’t be fantasizing about another man. It was so wrong, very wrong and I felt shame
and guilt fill me up immediately.

To avoid further temptations, I jolted to my feet and he slowly rose too with surprise registered on his face. “You okay?” He asked in concern.

“Yes.” I managed to say past the knot that had formed in my
throat. “I’ve got to go fetch my husband. I think it’s high time we went home.”
I saw him smile in un-derstanding then he simply said, “Let me at least walk you outside to be sure that you are safe.

Because I’m sure that those who spiked your drink would be
very pissed by now and might just decide to jump you.”
“Yeah…” I quic-kly agreed as I threw a wary glance around,
“thanks.”

“After you.” He gestured with a hand towards the entrance of
the place and as I started to maneuver my way towards it, he followed me closely but suddenly, I asked him to wait that I wanted to check for my husband in the restroom. He obliged
but I soon returned because Daniel was no where to be found.

I found the girl smoking in the corridor leading to the back
door and I paused to ask her,
“Hey, where’s my husband?”
She gave me a terse look and took another puff from the
cigarette. “I be husband keeper?” She asked me back. “Abeg, no disturb me, just commot from here go find your husband
for where you keep am. Allow me smoke my cigarette in peace.” She said dismissively.

After checking the restroom and he was not there, I went back but he was not on the couch nor the dance floor. Sighing, I
speculated that he might be outside. When Chris and I got
outside the place, I was grateful for the clear atmosphere and
I quic-kly took in a deep breath of air to clear my lungs of all
the cigarette smoke, smell of beer and wine and also the
stench of sweat and crazy perfumes which I had been breathing in inside the choky interior of that ru-bbish place.
There were a few people standing aloof outside alone or in twos. I walked to the bouncer who had greeted my husband
and asked.

“plea-se, have you seen my husband?”
He hesitated as he gave me a contemplating look. “He no dey
inside? (Isn’t he inside?) His de-ep voice reached me and
from his accent, I could tell that he was from south-south.

“No, I have looked everywhere but he’s not inside.”
“Okay…” He looked around and said in a quiet voice to me.
“Me no dey snitch on my fellow guy but because you fine and
you get s-en-se pas-s all the mumu girls wey full here I go just tell you.” (I don’t snitch on a fellow guy but because you are beautiful and also more s-en-sible than most of the senseless girls that have occu-pied this place, I’ll tell you.) He
reluctantly said.

“Your husband just pas-s here five minutes ago with one lepa. The lepa na ashawo. I just dey pity the kind
disease wey your husband go carry give you after he kpansh that mumu girl finish. Some men no just wan get sense at all.

As you fine reach, see how you set…” (Your husband just went
past here five minutes ago with a slim girl. The slim girl is a
prostitute. I’m just sorry for you because of the kind of STD your husband would infect you with after he is done with that
girl. Some men do not want to be reasonable at all. Just see how beautiful you are. Look at your shape…” He gesticulated with his hands to describe my shape. “na im your husband still
dey follow that bongafish. I no just know why some men get longer throat. we-tin dem dey find for outside na im go kill
them last last.” (And yet your husband is still following that skinny girl.

What men go in search of outside of their marriage is what would cost them their lives at last.) Then he pointed at
the corner of the compound which led to a dark parking space.

“Just follow here, you dey hear me so? Na there he enter. No
tell am say na me tell you o.” (Just go throu-gh this way, are
you listening? That is where he went throu-gh. Do not let him
know that I was the one who told you where to find him.) He
warned finally.

“Thank you.” I said and started for the corner. I had ha-rd ly
taken three steps when I heard Chris pause and say to him.
“Bros you no try at all. You no Sabi bro code?” (Bro, you didn’t
do well at all. Don’t you know the bro code?)

Read – First Kiss With A Bad Boy episode 13 – 14

“Abeg, free me, who bro code help? That guy too stingy. He no
dey even give person ti-p. Na to dey spend money on t©p ashawo he sabi. I still dey wait for the day wey I go box im
eye.” (plea-se, spare me, forget about bro code. That guy is too stingy. He doesn’t even give me ti-ps. All he’s good at is
spending on prostitutes. I’m still looking forward to the day I’d give him a black eye.) The bouncer retorted.

I ignored them both and walked around the corner and in the
dim parking space which was occu-pied with cars, I noticed
my husband’s car bouncing and I could hear murmurings coming from within and a pair of legs jutting out throu-gh the
back window.

“Seems your husband is a very busy man.” Chris wryly said behind me.
I was ashamed and embarras-sed and I grew angry. The last
thing I wanted was this guy thinking that my husband treated
me like cra-p. Summoning courage which I didn’t know where
it c@m£ from, I marched to the car and yanked the back door
open, startling them both.

I was appalled by the sight. Just how many girls did this he-goat intend to sleep with tonight. And yet after everything, he would still in-sert that dirty, public
thing inside of me. I had had enough of this disrespect.

“Daniel!” I snapped. “Get down now!”
He stared at me as if I was crazy, ignored me and simply
resumed with the nons-en-se he was doing but I angrily seized
him by the back of his shi-t and yanked him off the girl. Henstaggered to the ground and quickly struggled to pu-ll his
dress up while the prostitute, quic-kly tugged down her Sk-irt and snuck off to avoid my wrath.

“Are you mad?! Have you lost your mind?! How dare you?!”
Daniel furiously asked.

“I am sick and tired of your nons-en-se and it ends tonight!” I stood my ground.
Shocked that I was speaking to him in such manner, he swung the back of his hand and landed it heavily on my face and I felt blood splatter out of my nose.

I reeled backward in shock
and pain, my hand flying to my bloody face. He concluded that
that wasn’t enough damage and he c@m£ after me again, as he was about to strike me again, Chris suddenly gr@bb£d his arm and twisted it behind his back and he gro-an ed out in
pain and almost sunk to his knees.
“Pick on someone your own size!” Chris hissed at him. “Only
cowards like you hit women.”

“I see!” Daniel managed to lash out at me throu-gh his pain.
“So it has gotten to this, eh?! You brou-ght your b©yfri£ndto
attack me, Victoria?! You have been slee-ping around! Your
parents must hear this!”
Hearing this and feeling sorry for him, I quic-kly interceded.
“plea-se Chris, let him go.”

Chris gave me a surprised look. “Are you sure?”
“He’s my husband and you are hurting him!” I insisted and
when he hesitated, I blurted. “I didn’t invite you into this! This
is between my husband and I, so plea-se, let him go now!” I raised my voice.

Chris let my husband go by shoving him away. Daniel got off the ground, with his eyes shooting daggers at me, he ordered:
“Get into the car!” He walked around to get into the driver’s side after slamming shut the door I had opened.

I reluctantly complied and got in next to him, avoiding meeting
Chris’ gaze. My husband started the car immediately after
threatening to deal with Chris then he r0ûghly drove awa. As
he drove, he kept fuming and would occasionally hit the
steering several times. “So it has come to the extent where
you have the guts to cheat on me?!” He bawled at me. “So
your plan is to kill me so you can inherit all that I havenlaboured for? Ha! You ungrateful b—h!”

I tried to plead my innocence but he suddenly struck me again
with the back of his hand catching me in my left eye. I felt the
pain shoot straight to my br@in and I buried my face in my
hands but he didn’t st©p, he jammed my head against mynwindow, ma-king me dizzy from the pain. “Let’s just get home,
I’ll make sure I teach you a very good lesson, you s–t!”
“I’m innocent!” I suddenly cried out, weeping now. “I don’t even know him!”

“In fact, I can’t bear to be in the same car with a liar and a cheat!” He said and suddenly turned sharply to the shoulder of the road and brou-ght the car to an abrupt halt. “Get down!” He hissed.

I gaped at him in shock. It was late into the night and there
was no car in sight, not to mention that the road was flanked
with bush on either side. “What?” I g@sped.

“Are you deaf? I said get down!” He insisted.

“But Daniel, something bad could happen to me here. There
might be kidnappers! Worse, I could even be R@p£d! You can’t possibly leave me here, how will I get home?!” I pleaded.
“You think I care?! If you can call your b©yfri£ndto attack me,
it means that you want me dead! I don’t care if you are
kidnapped! I don’t care if you are R@p£d! I don’t even care if you die! Just get the f–k out of my car!”
I began to cry and plead with him not to do this to me but he
simply got down the car, c@m£ around the car, opened the
door, dragged me out of it and threw me on the dusty ground.

He slammed the door shut and walked around to get back in
and before I could pick myself off the ground, he automatically
locked the doors from inside. I began to tap the window gently, begging him to let me in but he ignored me, started the
car and r0ûghly drove off, abandoning me there and just then

I knew that I was doomed as I watched the red tail lights of his car soon fade into the distance, leaving me all alone in the middle of the night and on a dangerous road popularly plagued by armed robbers
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To Be continued

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