📝: ~MARRIAGE ON FIRE 🔥~
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CHAPTER THREE
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Boom! And Obinna came downstairs.
I had no idea that my husband had woken up and was down, he even had to check me In the kitchen thinking I had broken in to eat or something. Obinna didn’t find me anywhere, both in the kitchen and bathroom.
He came and met me beside the door and then I was unaware because my mind wasn’t there. I was startled immediately when he touched me. It was as if my heart skipped thrice at a time, the way he stared at me was as if me and him had a quarrel.
I quickly used my legs to stand on top of the paper before he would notice anything odd, this man was unbecoming and then he moved towards and when he tried opening it, he then realized it was still locked.
“And what are you doing here by this time? ” He asked authoritatively.
“Oh! Sorry dear, I came downstairs to watch a movie and then I heard a bang on the door. ” I lied sharply.
I knew that that the answer didn’t go well because from the way his eyes were rolling, he didn’t fully believe me at all but since the door and the television was on he had too. And then he too went to sit in the parlor and requested for a pap at midnight, I went to get it for him without wasting time. I had to start preparing what he wanted.
As I was about to go to the kitchen, I noticed that his eyes were fixed on the programme he was watching so I quickly used my go to pick the piece of paper and stick it in between the middle and walked away to start. I went and got the fresh pap from the fridge and made my way to the kitchen to start.
While doing turning the pap, I felt a hand hugging me from behind, and this time, I could feel the person’s hardness. I turned back and saw Obinna with a childish face but it didn’t even move me unlike before when I would jokily made sarcastic remarks about how he look. With this my present condition, trying such kind of a thing might cost my head on a stalk.
“Sir, I can’t stir the pap well and If I don’t stir it well, it might have bumps in it. ” I related the plight of things to him.
“And why are you addressing me as sir. ” He paused for a while “You just like provoking someone unnecessarily, don’t worry, I know the best punishment for you.” He said while using his eyes to sanitize the entire kitchen.
“I’m sorry if I sounded rude, Obim please pardon me. ”I pleaded sadly knowing full well that the new Obinna wasn’t the type who adheres to such kind of thing, the new him believes that forgiveness is a sin.
Without being heard he picked one of the turning sticks and smashed it on my head with full force. I screamed like someone was about to run mad . By the moment I removed my hand from my wounded head, it had already been covered with blood and it wasn’t even stopping. The same person who broke my head had to bandage the head and left me to my fate.
He even went on to lock me in the toilet to heal, the toilet was in ruins as I had already gone to defecate the whole place without thinking of flushing it, I could barely breathe properly in there but I had to stay. I don’t know how but suddenly the love I was having for my husband was gradually fading.
“And for your information, I’ve stock the house with enough foodstuffs and almost everything you need inside, I won’t be home till next tomorrow. ” He informed me in the morning as he held his briefcase and phone and made way to leave.
“Okay, dear. Safe journey. ” I wished to try everything possible to smile as he went. His punishments were despicable and very inhumane.
I on the other hand was happy that finally I would be free to move around until he came back from wherever he was going to, frankly speaking, I had no idea about his travels and I don’t even want to, with the way things were going, I prayed he would even find a concubine outside and leave me alone.
Hurriedly I went inside the bathroom, took my bath, dressed up and rushed downstairs to go out, maybe go for lunch or sightseeing. Probably I would watch movies in the cinema that day. I had all of them planned up in my head and immediately I tried to open the door but the door wasn’t opening. At that point I realized my husband had locked me inside and I had to stay inside till he returned.
Dejectedly, I collapsed on the sofa and turned on the television to watch some movies since the cinema and everything had been canceled. And then I remembered that someone passed a piece of paper under the door for me and I hadn’t opened it since then so I quickly rushed to the room and brought the paper from where I hid it.
I was wondering whom it might be coming from and why? But curiosity was just eating vigorously and I opened it. The piece of paper that I saw was actually a big one, the way the person folded it made it look so small.
“Hello, I’m Stanley. I’ve noticed everything happening. Just be patient. Help is on its way.” __Stanley Imbue, SafeSpace community worker.
I beamed with smiles and hoped for the miracle to happen and then I went inside to check if I could find anything relevant or probably where he hid my phone. I turned the whole room upside-down but I couldn’t find it anywhere. After I had searched in vain, I then decided to rest.
“God, only you know where this man hid my phone. ” I thought out loud from within. I grew angry and went to prepare what I would eat and prepared it and slept off immediately.
SafeSpace was an NGO organization who helped person at different points to their lives, but how did they find out about my issue was shocking to me, or maybe my neighbors had reported to the issue to them.
Obinna returned and we continued our normal cold lives, but one day Obinna asked me to get dressed and that we’re going out. I was reluctant about it but then I thought maybe he wanted to finally apologize and explain things better to me and tell me clearly why he changed all of a sudden.
We left the house and for the first time I was able to see Stanley, who nearly put me in trouble and ever since that experience, I promised myself to avoid him at all cost. Never to mind, I wouldn’t be seeing him often. I knew my husband’s countenance changed but I wasn’t bothered at all.
“You have a crush on him right?” He threw at me while focusing on the road and using his side eyes to glance at me.
“Me! I can’t and won’t cheat on you. You’re my husband. ” I protested quickly before he would come up with another thought that would turn out to be a question.
And then I saw myself and Obinna packing at the hospital. I wasn’t sick and I’m confidently sure he isn’t too, so why are we here? I felt like asking him but restraining myself and following him was the best option for me at the moment. We came down and he locked the car, I followed behind with confusion written all over me.
We then entered the doctor’s office, who happened to be a good friend of my husband. Obinna had introduced him twice to me before we married, Dr. Chucks was now a family friend, I watched as he and my husband exchanged hands and I greeted him stylishly. I just wanted us to get done with wh@tëver we were here for and leave immediately.
The doctor made a call after my husband told him the reason as to why we came, and then the person he called came and took our blood samples for the test my husband required. According to him, he was fed up with my infertility and wanted to know why I can’t conceive and bear a child for him.
After an hour and some minutes, the supposed laboratory came with the result and submitted it to the doctor. My husband kept looking at me as if I lended money from his hand and couldn’t pay it back.
We all waited for the doctor as he underwent the results being submitted to him, I was already growing impatient. The doctor wasn’t encouraging me with his silence. I became calm when he told us that we had no problem and that we are good to make kids but then the doctor spoiled everything.
“From the test results here, Madam, there’s a failure of an Egg to Mature Properly.” He said loudly, spoiling the little joy and happiness I had formed.
“What does that mean, Doc? ” My husband asked the Doc.
“It means Eggs may not mature properly for a variety of reasons, ranging from conditions such as PCOS, to obesity, to a lack of specific proteins needed for the egg to mature.An immature egg may not be released at the correct time, may not make it down the fallopian tubes, or may not be able to be fertilized.” The Doctor explained leaving me in the dark.
I was lost, the other times when we were on good terms. I could remember the last time when we visited the hospital, I had no issues and now this! My husband looked at me with anger boldly on his face, I knew I was doomed.
I was a bit happy when the doctor said it wasn’t as a result of abortion because I don’t know how my husband would take it, at least he was getting to know I hadn’t committed such an act as self relieving.
Obinna thanked the doctor and we left for home. I had two thoughts. Immediately we stepped out, one was to run far away from him and our marriage and another was to follow him. I followed the second one because even if I ran, there’s no place for me to hide. Howeibeth I was in school, I would have said I’m going back to my hostel.
But things were a bit different now, I decided to follow him and we reached home. Join our WhatsApp and telegram page for more stories through Novels Republic on +2348055889183 .Our life was as usual, silent, dull and not too good. And gradually I was already getting used to it, I was learning to say without talking to him and I didn’t even care. Immediately he opened the door and I walked in, this guy locked the door and went inside still not saying a word and then I became worried.
“Madam, do and come and meet me here, you have a lot of explanations to do.” He said from inside the room while I was in the parlor.
There and then I knew that all hell was about to break loose, as I was going to meet him, I was counting my steps to the room. I entered and saw him sitting on the stool by the mirror and then he asked me to reduce my height and explain the reason for my infertility. I was speechless and shocked, honestly this question of his threw me aback.
“What I’m I explaining? I thought the City doctor gave us a remedy, let’s walk with it before we jump into conclusions. ” I said boldly not knowing how the courage came from.
“Are you m@d? Is it me you’re talking to like that? ”He questioned while rolling his belt in his hand. I knew that he was infrared and would soon start wiping me.
I tried to talk but he was raving and ranting, I was expecting him to deal with me but instead of that he warned me and told me to be serious with the medicines I was being given and that was when he informed me that his mother would be coming over.
Another h3ll was about to break loose, after my one time experience with his mother. I had prayed earnestly and fervently that she wouldn’t come for a visit until my child’s birth. His mother was a handful of trouble, worse than her son, I’m sure she’s the one who changed my husband.
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