Monday, 17 February 2014
You taught me that no metal is too hard to bend. You also taught me that the weakness of a man lies in his ego. Today, dear sister, I proved your teachings right.
My husband came back home a few minutes after I had sent the kids off to school. I perceived that he was jittery with me for spoiling his speech on Sunday, and I would not take any chances of apologizing for granted. So I prepared his bathwater and made him breakfast as usual. After he had bathed and sat down to eat in the dining section, I served him tea with tears cascading my cheeks uncontrollably. Then I sat down opposite him, still heaving with emotions and crying helplessly.
When he saw my tears and figured out my depth of grief, he quickly turned pallid. At this point, I knew he was touched and had to say something. He looked away from me and asked, “What is it?” I continued crying just as if I had not even heard his question.
Astonishingly, he rose up from his seat and came over my shoulders. “I am sorry,” I heard him say in a shaky mystical voice. He then pulled out another chair and sat close to me, pulled me up close to him and began canoodling me. Wonders never cease!
“I’m sorry, my lord,” I found my voice.
“For spoiling your speech at the church yesterday.”
“Oh, it’s okay, I had already forgiven you before you said it.” He pecked my cheek. I wiped away my tears, made a deep sigh of relief and looked at him amorously in the face for a while till he shied off.
“Okay. Come, I’ll give you some massage, my lord. I know you’re tired and perhaps depressed too.” I held his hand and together we walked to the bedroom. I watched him remove his clothes and lie prostrate in bed, completely naked, my Georgie, dark and mascular. Seeing him lie peacefully on that bed, waiting for my hands, revived my old sweet youthful feelings for him. And I remembered our first night together, how he buttered me up with much love.
I took out a clean white sheet and spread on him, then I took a bottle of almond oil from my wardrobe and began the massage, passing my hands below the sheet and through his joints and muscles amorously and with measured pressure.
“My lord,” I began after massaging for some time, “I saw the… .”
“The ring? Oh, it’s nothing, only a piece of ornament,” he put in quickly, turning over in the sheet and sitting up. “Come, make love with me, my baby. It’s been a month of Sundays since we last ate our food with passion.” He stretched out his hands for me. I quickly undressed myself, remaining only in my innerpant and pair of brassieres, then I slipped into the sheet.
He gave me a rousing welcome, kissed me wet and passionately, almost like a male dog slobbering on a dam. I hurriedly took off my innerpant and brassiere and threw them away. His item had already grown hard and I felt him move it graciously on me and finally in me. “You… you know you’re the one I… I love. I love you, sweetie,” I heard him whisper in my ears as he began pounding.
When we had sufficiently shared our time together, I stretched out my hand for his phone lying on a stool beside the bed to check the time. “No. Don’t… don’t touch it,” he stopped me. My hands melted away shakily.
“My lord, what is this that you’re hiding from me? Are you seeing someone else?”
“No. It’s nothing.” He stood up and began dressing himself. “You know I love you, darling. I am just doing everything I can to protect our marriage. And by the way, I’m sorry for what I did to you the other night.”
“So you knew what you were doing…,” I muffled, and then asked aloud, “why did you put the ring on your ring finger if it was just a jewel?”
“Ah! I told you it was just a… . See, I’m not even putting it on right now. And… I’m not having this conversation again, OK?”
“Okay. Will you please come home earlier today and be around the kids when they do their homework?”
“I’ll try. It’s only that sometimes the workload is too much and I have to sleep away. See you.” He picked up his coat and staff and left.
I am glad I pinned him down today, dear sister. But I still feel he is hiding some information from me, about the gold ring and, now again, about his phone.