Love Lies And Divorce – episode 8 & 9

LOVE, LIES AND DIVORCE
EPISODE 8


Zainab had woken early for the Fajr prayers, she needed to praise her maker for being gracious and showing mercy by upholding and blessing he family.
She prayed for her lovely children, Abdul Khadir, Umaima and A’isha, she prayed for God to help them prosper and excel in their academics. She prayed for them to find favor among men and continue to be good children. Then, she prayed for Allah’s illumination to fall on Abdul’s path…the man she had married, the man who cherished and adored her more than anything in the world.
It was a new day, a Saturday and Saturdays were always lovely. She loved the day specially because it made her unusually excited and happy.
It was probably because on Saturdays, Abdul usually stayed home and spent time with her and the children but he was still asleep…
He’d even missed his prayers and she didn’t want to wake him. He’d been stressed up enough, moreso, he was to have an appointment with one of his clients. He’d told her that.
‘Can you guys tone it down?’ She yelled at her kids who played ball in the yard, they hadn’t wasted any time.
After a healthy breakfast of scones and cereal they rushed to the yard with their ball. They made her so happy as she peered at them from the kitchen window.
‘Watch your Baby sister, Umaima.’ Zainab instructed her eldest daughter. Aisha still needed to be watched closely while the other two were already grown.
She poured a generous amount of brown rich tea into her mug and inhaled the enticing fragrance, she was partial to tea while Abdul preferred coffee.
She gulped the drink without hesitation and it burnt the tip of her tongue, she carefully placed the teapot on the cabinet and reached for her buzzing phone.
The time was almost ten o’clock, she felt glad that Lola had agreed to come spend the night at her place, she could stay as long as she wanted.
A break from that Femi guy was all she needed, she would figure out the rest later.
‘Hello pretty one….’ It was Edima calling.
‘Don’t call me that.’ Edima waved her off. That was what he’d called her… That was what the stranger called her.
‘Is somebody having a bad day? Do you want to talk to mummy about it?’ Zee raised the glass to her l-ips.
‘Something like that. Listen, we have a lot to discuss. Something terrible happened to me today, I need to talk to you and the girls.’ She couldn’t wait to see her friends
‘So do we meet today? Can Amaka meet up? This is sudden you know?’ Zainab knew whatever Edima had to discuss was important.
‘I shall send her a message. Have you heard from Lola? I tried calling her but she wasn’t picking. Maybe I should stop over at her place…Don’t you think?’ Edima was concerned about her friend.
‘Don’t do that, she’s sleeping soundly in my house. Just come over, I’ll be waiting.’ She smiled and ended the call.
‘Phew!’ She sighed. Shopping was cancelled. Whenever the girls met, they usually spent more than an hour… It was going to be another long day.
‘I guess Abdul would do the shopping’ she gulped the remainder of the tea and closed her eyes. He would help her no doubt, that man loved her beyond what she imagined.
‘Zee….’ Lola called out the name in fear.
‘My god! you scared me.’ Zainab turned and saw her friend stand by the kitchen door.
‘Good morning….’ Lola whispered frightfully
Her actions with Abdul the other night dulled her senses. She hadn’t slept through the night. What had she done? What had she brought upon herself?
Here she was standing before the woman who had her best interests at heart, a woman that was more like a mother she never had; her comfort, her shield from marital rainy days and she had betrayed her.
‘I trust you slept well?’ Zainab took in her friends puffy eyes, had she been crying?
‘I am fine Zee…’ Her voice was uncertain, still shaky.
Guilt and grief embraced her at once. Who could she blame? It was all Femi’s fault; maybe if he hadn’t brought in that woman, maybe if things were done differently she would never have had to sleep over at Zainab’s house and have s€× with Abdul.
The memory of the night before was like a blade stuck to her heart. Anytime she tried to shake it off, pretend nothing had happened, call it a mistake, the blade changed its course and hurt her deeply.
She wondered if she could ever be the same again. Could she bring herself to tell Zainab what she had done?
‘Okay, come and have some Tea. Nothing like morning tea to make one feel much better after a hærd day.’ Zainab poured the tea and decided to give her friend time. She would come around; eventually, she would talk about it. It was good to be patient.
‘I would be going back to the house after breakfast. I cannot thank you enough for your help.’ her voice was damp with sadness. Her eyes had lost their fire and she knew she had lost herself.
‘What? How can you go back to that house? Why don’t you give it time. When you feel right about it or you wait for Femi to come back to his senses. Maybe then you could follow him…are you even listening to yourself? You are not happy Lola, you are not yourself. Talk to me girl, I’m here for you…’ Zee pulled a stool and sat beside her friend.
She had this strange feeling that Lola wasn’t totally honest, like she was hiding something.
‘No, I don’t want to talk about it… It hurts me too much.’ She couldn’t look her friend in the eye after what she had done.
She had to leave as fast as she could, she’d deliberately stayed back in bed to avoid Abdul but now she hadn’t seen him. This was her chance, she was going to take it.
‘Is that what you really want? Fine but remember you don’t get healed when the pain is bottled up in,side. I hate seeing you like this, that guy was never good for you. Promise me you’ll take care of you….’ Zee’s eyes were sympathetic.
‘I promise Zee, I will.’ she stuttered as the familiar masculine scent travelled closer to the kitchen.
‘Do you mind staying over for a date? Edima called and she said it’s important. Why haven’t you returned their calls?’
‘Oh? I cannot stay Zee. I just want some time alone, that would be best for me. I will call them when I get home.’ She forced herself to look up.
‘He must be awake…’ Zainab began clearing the table. Her husband was making a call.
‘Yes, I really have to go now. Take care of the kids too.’ She rose abruptly like she’d been cornered by her enemies.
‘Wait, slow down. Why the rush?’ Zainab turned off the tap and observed her friend. Lola was acting very weird.
‘Goodmorning darling….’ The owner of the baritone str-de into the kitchen lazily.
‘Baby, you look awesome.’ Zainab said smiling proudly at her husband.
He bent and took her l-ips in one swift k-ss. ‘Thanks Zee. Lola how was your night?’ His gaze travelled over her mockingly.
‘uhmmm….fine thank you.’ Why did he look this calm after what they’d done?
‘I really have to go now Zainab, I promise to call you when I get home.’ She couldn’t look into his eyes.
Suddenly filled with shame over the way she’d writhed under him, the way she’d swallowed his k-ssed hungrily…
‘Where to? Don’t you enjoy staying with us?’ Abdul looked from his wife to her.
‘Darling, I told her the same thing but you know Lola can be very stubborn so let her be.’ Zainab smiled ruefully.
‘I’ll be going off to see Alhaji Tanko, I’ll be back in the next one hour.’ He turned to Zee briefly.
‘What? Won’t you have breakfast? You still have time, I hate it when you go out hungry.’ She whined but it sounded sweet to his ears.
‘No dear, this contract is a big one, breakfast can wait. I’ll eat lunch.’ He pulled her closer to him like she was the only valuable thing he possessed.
Lola avoided looking at them, his actions made her feel more guilty.
‘Goodluck baby, God be with you.’ She patted his cheeks as he released her.
‘I can drop you Lola, I think we’re going the same way,’ he looked directly into her eyes.
‘That’s a good idea baby. You should go with him, Lola. See you two later.’ Zainab waved them off before Lola could have another chance to complain.

EPISODE 9
‘I can drop you Lola, I think we’re going the same way,’ Abdul looked directly into her eyes.
‘That’s a good idea baby. You should go with him, Lola. See you two later.’ Zainab waved them off before Lola could have another chance to complain.
She couldn’t have said no to Abdul’s offer, it would’ve been suspicious. She avoided his eyes carefully as he drove out of the mansion.
‘Good morning Farida, yaya dai?’ he was receiving a call.
‘Sweetheart good morning, you forgot to send me the pictures I asked you for.’ Farida’s voice drawled sweetly over the phone.
‘The pictures? Ah! I forgot my dear, can you call me back later? Now is not a good time.’ His young girlfriend could be clingy at times.
She had always sent pictures of her b-obs and other parts of her body to him, now she was asking for his, which sounded very ridiculous.
‘Okay my love, do not forget. I cannot wait to feel your honey rod in,side of me…’ her voice became low and sed-ctive.
‘Okay honey, bye…’ he chuckled softly and ended the call.
He suddenly turned his face and caught her staring at him, he hadn’t want to go back on the other night but looking into those golden orbs sent fire reeling down his spine.
She quickly looked away as the intensity of his gaze unsettled her once more, it felt pleasing to look into his dark eyes. It felt like sin too.
‘Why are you stopping?’ she was forced to speak to him as he brought the car to a halt.
‘You know Lola, I’ve always liked you. You’re the prettiest of your friends and you have this thing about you. So don’t ever feel last night was a mistake when in truth you know we’ve always been attracted to each other,’ he felt like reaching out to her and taking all her pain away.
‘Last night was a mistake, it was all my fault and I am sorry for luring you into something like that. We should tell Zainab about this, I know it will cost me our friendsh¡p but she can always forgive you and your lives would be better off without me.’ how could he say something like that?
‘You’re such an angel, makes me like you even more Lola….’ His voice sounded dangerous.
‘Last night wasn’t a mistake to me and we aren’t telling Zee nothing, you and I enjoyed ourselves thoroughly last night and I feel like we have more to explore. More ground to cover in getting to know each other.’ he paused as discomfort flashed on her face.
‘How could you say something like that? Zainab is my friend and you know that; we are both married.’ her voice broke as she suddenly remembered the divorce issue with Femi.
‘Does it matter? Do you call your unhealthy cohabitation with Femi marriage?’ He scoffed.
‘How dare you speak to me in that manner’? her nostrils flared as she turned to face him.
‘Wow finally some temper, I’ll have my answer after this,’ without hesitation he unfastened his seat belt and pulled her closer to him.
‘Let go of me, you brute! What do you think you’re doing’? she tried to struggle free.
‘Something we would do again,’ he replied steadily and brushed her l-ips with his k-sses then plunged his tongue into her mouth.
She tried to fight him off, this was not right, her mind told her that but the pleasure she found in his l-ips could be compared to none, even Femi didn’t make her feel this way.
His hands glided down her chest and car-ssed her b-obs gently; she was pure delight and he would have her over and over again, till he was tired.
She shifted closer to him and pulled at his clothes….her mo-ns were soft and sounded desperate, she wanted more.
‘I guess we now know what we want….’he pulled away from her leaving her breathless and dazed…was she ready to do this?
‘This is wrong Abdul and you know it….’ Her voice was pleading, why couldn’t she resist his charms?
‘Maybe the wrong things are better for us some times. Let’s be together Lola, I can take care of you and make you forget that bastard, you’re such a beautiful woman and you deserve to be happy…’ he rubbed her shoulders sweetly.
‘What about your wife? What about our friendsh¡p…’ he looked determined and serious and she wasn’t about to argue with him.
‘What Zainab doesn’t know wouldn’t hurt Zainab. We’re adults, we would be discreet and you need to stay closer to her…like the way you’ve always been.’ he was quite sure of this arrangement.
‘I don’t know Abdul, just take me home.’ She gave up and turned her eyes to the road.
‘It doesn’t matter what decision you take Lola…we belong to each other…’ his confidence had returned, women were easily manipulated. His l-ips curled at the realization that this one was no different, he couldn’t wait for their adventures to begin.
‘So where is she? I thought you told me you have a wife?’ The young lady asked curiously.
‘Yes I used to be married but now I am free.’ Femi k-ssed her curls gently and slid out of the bed in one swift motion.
He hadn’t seen Lola for some hours now and he wondered where she’d been. He had wanted calling Zainab or her two other friends but knowing them pretty well, they would bombard him with unreasonable questions.
‘You know the first time I saw you, I kept thinking of how nice you’ll be in bed. Those biceps and abs, I kept fantasizing…’ His girlfriend pouted as she watched his hærd behind.
‘Really? And did I make your dreams come alive’? Femi replied and focused on the mirror.
This used to be their room. He expected to feel some kind of relief, some kind of peace after ending his marriage with Lola but he felt miserable, he felt like the devil but he wouldn’t go back on his plans, their marriage had been a sham.
Femi was a thirty-six year old man, from a very wealthy family and had made a name in the aviation industry as an engineer.
He was average in height, lean and shapely and very handsome, little wonder females rattled over him, he was purely an Adonis.
‘Oh no sweetheart, you didn’t disappoint. You blew me out of my mind, maybe we should go again? Don’t you think?’ she swaggered towards him as the sheets trailed off showing her unclad frame.
‘Are you sure you can handle me, I could get rough….’ His voice became dark as lust pumped his veins.
He’d met Naturi during one of his flights to Germany. They just clicked like they’d known each other forever and he knew instantly, that he would sleep with her.
‘I like it rough honey…’ she drawled the words which ignited him further.
Without waiting for more words to fly out of her mouth he closed her mouth with his and his hands roughly searched her bosom
Together, they clung to each other in breathless passion and fell on the bed gro-ning, mo-ning, hungry for pleasure.

…. To Be Continued.

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