Present-day
I cried so hard all through the night. I had no idea when morning came. I sat on the floor by the window, lost in my thoughts. The thoughts that flooded my mind were filled with happy memories. Yemi and I had no bad memories. All he did was make me happy, and somewhere along the line, I began to ruin it, slowly.
The devil works overtime.
Or maybe it is just a case of not knowing what you have got until it is gone.
He was gone.
He had been gone for a few days.
He didn’t say anything to me.
He didn’t eat anything I made.
I felt like a stranger in the house with him.
Every single minute felt like a thousand years away from him. This had never happened before, not even when we were dating. Was he just hurt? Or maybe I didn’t know this side of him. The side that shows passive aggression during misunderstandings. It felt terrible.
He packed up a few clothes, put them in a duffel bag, and went out of the house. I saw him pull out of the driveway in his white Tesla.
Normally he would tell me where he was going and when he would be back.
He didn’t. He didn’t owe me that anymore. There were so many questions. He asked me I had no answers to.
I was so ashamed of myself.
Normally people cheat and never get caught. They do it for so many years, but my case was different. I got caught early in the act. Maybe I’ve been doing it for longer and my sins were fast catching up with me.
I didn’t want him to tell my parents. I wanted to tell them myself.
He didn’t care. He didn’t even want to tell anyone that the marriage had crashed. He told me that two nights ago. He was sitting in the living room downstairs on his laptop. For the fifteenth time, I fought the urge to go to him to talk, and the sixteenth time, I gave in.
“Yemi,” I said as I cautiously walked towards him.
He didn’t respond.
“We can’t go on like this, can we at least talk.”
He sighed. “What is there to talk about?”
“This whole thing.”
He laughed in derision at my comment. “I am listening.”
I nervously sat beside him. I looked at him. He gave me a cold look. I deserved it. I felt tears sting my eyes, but this was not the time to be vulnerable. It felt like weakness and that was one thing I never wanted to show. He spoke highly of me to people that were near him or people who would listen and I let him down in so many ways. He was like a savior. When he appeared in my life. I was reeling from the heartbreak from someone who didn’t even deserve to see me.
Took care of everything for me. Married me and made me comfortable. It made my mates envy me. Now all that was like a memory.
“Please don’t tell my family what happened, we can fight this together,” I told him.
“There is nothing left to fight, I can’t get over the graphic image of another man having his way with you in our bed. It is a nightmare that has haunted me ever since,’ he responded.
I nodded.
I could imagine how he felt. Osas was so good in bed that I probably fell into a trance while it all happened and came out of it the moment, I realized I had been caught.
“Would you forgive me?” I asked.
“It’s too early to determine that.” He responded flatly.
I regretted asking.
“This marriage is over,’ he said. He stood up and left me sitting there speechless.
I looked at the time it was 4:07 a.m. I’ve been sitting there on the floor by the window for 24 hours. It started with me kneeling down trying to pray.
How could an adulteress sit there and talk to God and expect him to listen? I knew he would listen. He had been listening to me all my life. I only called him when I was in an emergency or dealing with stuff but never when I was happy or having the time of my life. I felt like a welfare case.
I called my childhood friend a day before and told her what had happened.
She listened. All she did was listen.
I cried.
I screamed.
No judgment, nothing.
“Say something,” I screamed angrily.
“You have to pull yourself together, you sunk this boat yourself.
WHISTLING BEAUTIFUL 