I worked for my husband batch 5

I WORKED FOR MY HUSBAND TO BECOME RICH BY SLEEPING AROUND WITH MEN. (Angela’s ordeal)

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Episode Eight

By: Alfred Wysdom (Mr. Suspense)

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After dinner, I went to bed and had a dream. In my dream, I saw a mad man who followed me as I walked down the street to Jude’s hotel room. I was so scared, because it was just the two of us in the street. I walked fast and he followed me until I got to the gate.

Mad Man: “You are going to make money for him again right?”. (That statement got my attention and I stood to listen to him).
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I did not utter a word as I stood by the gate looking at him, I was very scared.

Mad Man: “I can see fear all over you, I am not here to harm or hurt you. I am here to warn you”.

When I heard the statement, I became calm, but surprised.

Me: “Warn me? What do you know about me?” (I asked as he smiled).

Mad Man: “I know so many things about you. You are Angela, daughter Mr. Clark from one of the oil producing states in the country, I won’t mention the name of the state. Your mother died years ago and you have two siblings behind you, all boys”. (He told me emphatically to my utmost dismay).

Me: “Who are you?” (I asked him in great astonishment).

Mad Man: “Great question, I am someone who has come to warn you, someone who has come to open your eyes to reality of the dangers you are into. Someone who has come to tell you more about the man you are married to. I am just someone who has come to warn you to be careful. Mr. Jude whom you are about to see has something in common with your husband. With time, Jah Rastafarai will open your eyes and show you the dangers you are into”.

Me: (expressing great shock). “You sound sane, you speak so wisely. Please, tell me more. I am listening”.

Mad Man: “A word they say is enough for the wise and I have told you more than a thousand words in few minutes we’ve talked. I expect you use your tongue to count your teeth. Even when a fool is told a million words, he/she will still not learn from it. You married your husband forsaking the naughty life you lived in the past, especially as a teenager in the secondary school. You vowed to live a responsible life in marriage, but your husband pushed you. You had the ability to say no, but you accepted so easily, making it look like you’ve been waiting for an opportunity to go back to it. Jah Rastafarai is watching you from a distance”.

Me: (My heart skipped, my wh0le body became still). “Please, wise one. What do I do?”.

Mad Man: “You need not ask such question, such questions are meant for fools. The things I’ve told you should be enough guide for you”. (He told me and turned to leave as I stood motionless. He then told me one last word). “Your husband Kenneth Hart belongs to a secret cult”. (He told me and walked away, even when I tried asking him further questions, he didn’t turn back. He just walked away, then I woke up).

I woke up in the middle of the night and sat on the bed trying to ruminate over the dream I had. I thought about it and was unable to go back to sleep, I was so confused. But the most surprising thing that happened was that by the time it was morning, I had forgotten everything event that took place in the dream. The only thing I could remember was that had an encounter with a mad man.

My husband no longer eat in the house, he leaves for work earlier than usual and returns very late. That morning, after the night I had the dream, my brother inlaw Kevin came to me in the room and told me how uncomfortable he was feeling in his body, he spoke like someone who was in great fear. I was still in my night wear when he walked in. Vera had prepared my kids for school, made breakfast for them and my drooped them off at school. She often use my car to drop them.

Kevin: “Good morning angel”.

Me: “Good morning dear, how are you?”.

Kevin: “I am not fine”.

Me: “What’s wrong with you my baby?.

Kevin: “I can’t even explain it, haven’t felt like this before. I feel as if my wh0le body system is disorg-nized. Sometimes, I feel like I’m going to die”.

Me: “Why will you say a thing like that? It could be symptoms of malaria or something”.

Kevin: “I don’t think so, I know symptoms of malaria and I don’t think that’s what I’m having. Besides, I hærdly fall sick, my brother can attest to that”.

Me: “I think I know what you want”. (I took off my night wear, pushed him to the bed and pulled off his boxers).

Kevin: “Do you think this is what I need now?”.

Me: “Shhhhhhhh! Don’t say a word, just lie down, I’ll ride”. (I was on him, did all the ride with different styles, but he just laid there. He showed little or no excitement, then I knew something was actually wrong. It wasn’t the Kevin I knew. I was able to have o—-m and also made him release. But it wasn’t as fun as it use to be). “Something is actually wrong Kevin, this is not my boo”.

Kevin: “I told you, I need to see a doctor”.

Me: “I think you’re right, go get dressed while I do same. Let’s go to the clinic”. (I told him and he left for his room to get dressed).

I went to Vera’s room to check on her, she was also lying down not feeling too well. She was covered in her blanket.

Me: (Expressing fear) “What’s wrong with you my baby?”. (I asked pulling down the blanket).

Vera: “I can’t explain it aunty, I just know I’m not okay in my body”.

Me: “What is happening? Kevin is sick and don’t know what’s wrong with him, and now you also don’t know. Do you need my touch?’.

Vera: “Maybe that will help, I’m h—y and sick at the same time”.

Me: “You actually don’t know what is wrong with you, yeye girl. Instead of you to tell me what you want”. (I told her laughing).

Vera: “On a serious note aunty, I am sick, but can’t explain what is wrong with me”.

Me: “Just hold on for me, I’ll be back”. (I didn’t want Kevin to come looking for me, so I went to tell him to find his way to the clinic while I take care of Vera. He was almost dressed when I got to his room).

Me: “Baby, you’re almost dressed”.

Kevin: “Yes sweet, you’ve not”.

Me: “No love, Vera is sick too. I need to stay back to look after the kids”.

Kevin: “Oh! It’s okay sweet, I just hope I can drive myself”.

Me: “Use a cab if you can’t, don’t take a risk”.

Kevin: “Okay baby, that’s a nice suggestion. I’ll see you when I come back, by then I’ll be strong and ready for you”.

Me: “I can’t wait to have you rough handle me as usual”. (I told him and left for Vera’s room).

Vera was already undressed waiting for me, I went straight into action when I got there. Like Kevin, she also wasn’t the active and agile Vera I knew. I practically did almost everything. I wondered what was happening in my home.

Later at night, my husband returned late as it had become part of him. He picks up quarrels at any slightest provocation. So I learnt to ignore him and mind my business.

Husband: “It has gotten to a stage whereby you don’t serve me food in my house again right”? (He spoke to me in aggression).

Me: “When last did you eat in this house, I’ve been serving your meal each time you return and you won’t eat them. So I decided to let you be until…. ”

Husband: “Until what? So you now decide what happens in my house. You should be ashamed of yourself, shameless pr-stitute”.

Me: “What did you just call me?”.

Husband: “I said you are a shameless pr-stitute, a w—e. Ain’t you ashamed of yourself?”.

Me: Remember we had an agreement, remember I warned you? You will hear from me. (I didn’t utter a word again, then I left the room for Vera’s)

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