The Honeymoon….4 – Moyosore Teniola
Dayo got to the door of their hotel room but just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard the voice of his wife from within. He sensed she was speaking with someone on phone. He delayed his knocking and waited at the door to eavesdrop a bit, just in case he might get to know the state of her mind at the moment through whatever she was discussing with the person at the other end. “That must be her mum”, he sighed, “Foluke doesn’t keep friends.” His thoughts were interrupted by Foluke’s voice…
“But you assured me that he is a good guy, I believed in your words, you never gave me the impression that things would ever get out of hand like this. I am so heart broken right now. Please I need your advice and words of comfort. It’s true that no man can ever be trusted. You are the only friend I have now, please come quickly”.
“Friend? “Dayo was surprised. “Foluke doesn’t really have a close friend that I know of .” He strained his ears more to listen to the conversation further. She was weeping as she talked making her words a bit inaudible. He couldn’t hear the voice of the person at the other end of the line because the phone was not placed on loud speaker.
A waitress entered the corridor where Dayo was standing. He quickly brought out his phone and pretended to be checking through it. The waitress murmured her greetings, while he responded quietly, not wanting to make his bride conscious of his presence at the door. Immediately the waitress got outof sight, he moved closer to the door once more to hear what his wife was saying. Two things held him down. One, the fear of having to face his wife after all that happened and two, the consequences that would follow after. Will she really leave me for good? ‘But wait, she stood to defend me before Faith, she fought for her marriage, but did she really mean that? Oh no! Not after that slut slapped her … he thought…
Foluke’s voice came up again, the person on the other end must have been talking since, Dayo thought, because Foluke stopped speaking some minutes back.
“You told me he has a good heart and that I will be safe with him, you said he is not a cheater, how come I am experiencing all this so early? She demanded.
“Aaaaaaarrrggghh! Who could that be, could it be my Dad? Foluke had probably called my Dad” Dayo thought. “Or maybe James (James was Dayo’s closest friend back at school). “She must have called James.” He listened further.
“You promised to help me, please come quickly, I will be expecting you.” Foluke concluded.
At that, Dayo knocked on the door believing the conversation must have been over, he didn’t want to risk allowing Foluke to discover he had been at the door eavesdropping.
“Who is it?” Foluke asked from within, her voice was expressionless, not of joy, neither of sadness nor anger.
Dayo’s heart missed a bit. It thumped so loudly that one might be hearing the sound. “It’s me honey”, he replied in a trembling voice and opened the door. What he saw astonished him. His bride was actually on her knees praying, with the Holy Bible held firmly to her chest. Her eyes were as red as blood, she had cried a whole lot.
Dayo’s assumptions were wrong all along. Foluke was actually talking to God!
To be continued…
Ladies and gentlemen, learn a lesson here. When there are issues in your marriage, it is time to talk to God and not to your parents or friends
Dayo moved quietly to the bed side where Foluke knelt. He sat on the edge of the bed, folded his arms across his chest and sighed deeply. Deep inside him, he felt a bit of relief to know that at least, no third party has heard about the present storm in their marriage yet. He sighed again, then cleared his throat noisily.
“I know you must have something to say, Foluke spoke suddenly, her voice startled her husband. “I know you do”, she reiterated, “you sure must have an explanation for this mess, so speak up, I am all ears.” Dayo’s heartbeat rose again. He became so nervous. He opened his mouth and closed it again. He wasn’t sure of how best to start off. He just did not want to annoy his bride. He so much valued their relationship and would never let go of her. At last, he found the courage to speak, “Foluke, I need you to help me, I am in a mess”, he surrendered. “Yes, I know, we both are in there”, Foluke concurred.
“No! Dayo countered, I dragged you into this mess, you are innocent of everything, please forgive me. “Dayo, this is not the time to ask for forgiveness, I need to know how and when that lady came into your life to the extent of wanting to destroy our marriage, our relationship, what we both toiled for all these years, how?” Foluke interrogated in a trembling voice, she was really scared. She wished Dayo would tell her the plain truth.
“Foluke, please listen to me. I will tell you nothing but the truth.”
“Okay, go on, I am listening,” Foluke replied hastily.
Dayo continued, “I met Faith during my Youth Service. She was also a Corp member then. Though we had different Places of Primary Assignments (PPA), but we lived in the same house. My own room was next to hers on the same wing in a ‘Face to Face apartment’. We became friends quickly because we were the only corp members living in the house. I became so fond of Faith because she seemed to be the kindest person I have ever met.
She did help me out with stuffs like writing my lesson notes (we were both teachers), purchasing foodstuffs for me in the market, fetching water for my bath and so on. Most times, I would not cook because each time, Faith cooked, she prepared the meal for both of us. I thought she was just being kind all along, but she had her intentions…
I grew so fond of her that my day wouldn’t be complete if I hadn’t set my eyes on her. Though we were just friends but the friendship was getting deeper by the day. One afternoon, after cooking a delicious jollof rice, she brought my portion into my room. I was excited as usual, more so I was famished. She brought hers along too (that had been her usual custom), we both ate together, either in her room or mine.
I was eating the delicious meal when my cell phone rang. You were the one that called. We talked that day and at the end of our conversation, I said ‘I love you and I miss you’, which of course was my normal practice. After you ended the call, I noticed Faith’s facial expression changed totally, her smile vanished, she wore this forlorn look on her face. I questioned her change of mood, but she simply said nothing was wrong. Since then, I started avoiding Faith. I knew instantly that her mood changed because my Fiancee called. It dawned on me then that I was playing with fire. I tried to create a gap between us but it wasn’t that easy.
The mistake I made was that I was too careless to have allowed such an intimate relationship to grow between us. Though I did not really talk about you whenever we were together, but she knew I had a fiancée. The aspect that made avoiding her so difficult for me was that she had a spare key to my room. She collected it from me on one particular day like that her reasons being that I sometimes come back late from work, so she would have to put my food in a warmer and drop it in my room in case she would be going out later in the evening.
I decided to change the key to my room. I was so desperate about putting an end to our intimacy. The very day I brought another padlock and key to replace the one I was using. I got home that afternoon and met my room unlocked. I knew someone was in there already, ‘of course that must be Faith’, I thought. I opened the door slowly and entered my room, where I beheld the greatest shock in my entire life…
Brothers, beware of ‘The Food Flask Ministry’, a word is enough for the wise
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