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While we were discussing who to invite and who not to invite to the wedding, what food to prepare and what not to prepare, my phone beeped. It was my husband. “Hello honey.” “Hello Madame.” A feminine voice said from the other end. “Who are you? What are you doing with my husband? Tell him I’m leaving his house for him.”
I cut off the call. “Who was that?” Busayo asked. “It was the woman my husband is messing with?” “Messing? No, I trust your husband would not be doing such a thing.” “See, the fact is that no man can be trusted. I’ve trusted my husband far too much and he has not reciprocated that.” “Don’t think about that now, what is most important now is to know whether your husband is fine or not.” Before Busayo finished speaking, my phone beeped again. This time around, it was an unknown number.
“Hello, this is Dr. Ijeoma from the Federal Teaching Hospital.” “Yes, what is it?” “It’s your husband.” “What? My husband, is he alive, is he…” “No Madame, he is alive and recovering quite well.” “Thank God.” “Your husband was the luckiest of all the victims of the bomb blast. He didn’t sustain many injuries and would be discharged tomorrow or next.” “Oh Jesus!” I exclaimed, breathing in and out in a fast tempo.
“What’s the news now?” “She’s even a doctor.” “I said it, your husband can’t be involved with any other woman.” “I know joor…you just can’t be so sure.” “That’s true but you can trust your husband.” “I trust him of course. Oh, who are we inviting next?” I brought us back to the subject matter of our earlier discussion.
“Oh, I’m thinking of specially inviting my colleagues.” “See you, you can’t forget that naah.” As we talked on, my phone beeped again. “Who will this be now?” “Pick it first naah.” “Ok, it’s another unknown number?” “Hello.” I said. “Hello.” The voice on the phone sounded familiar but it was difficult deciphering whose voice was that.
“It’s Kayode, your husband’s company’s engineer.” “Oh, the one that repaired our fanning systems!” “Yes, your fanning systems.” He said as we both laughed. “I’m calling with particular reference to your husband.” “What about my husband?” I said as if I’m totally ignorant about his condition. “We’ve just been informed by the Federal Teaching Hospital that your husband is one of the victims of the bomb blast but he was the luckiest of all the victims.
He was minimally injured by the blast.” “Thank you for the information.” “You need not mention.” “There’s something else.” “What’s that?” “It’s about the other day. Since that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” “Thanks but you need not go there. I don’t have time for such rubbish.” I hissed as I cut off the call. ——————–
While we were discussing who to invite and who not to invite to the wedding, what food to prepare and what not to prepare, my phone beeped. It was my husband. “Hello honey.” “Hello Madame.” A feminine voice said from the other end. “Who are you? What are you doing with my husband? Tell him I’m leaving his house for him.”
I cut off the call. “Who was that?” Busayo asked. “It was the woman my husband is messing with?” “Messing? No, I trust your husband would not be doing such a thing.” “See, the fact is that no man can be trusted. I’ve trusted my husband far too much and he has not reciprocated that.” “Don’t think about that now, what is most important now is to know whether your husband is fine or not.” Before Busayo finished speaking, my phone beeped again. This time around, it was an unknown number.
“Hello, this is Dr. Ijeoma from the Federal Teaching Hospital.” “Yes, what is it?” “It’s your husband.” “What? My husband, is he alive, is he…” “No Madame, he is alive and recovering quite well.” “Thank God.” “Your husband was the luckiest of all the victims of the bomb blast. He didn’t sustain many injuries and would be discharged tomorrow or next.” “Oh Jesus!” I exclaimed, breathing in and out in a fast tempo.
“What’s the news now?” “She’s even a doctor.” “I said it, your husband can’t be involved with any other woman.” “I know joor…you just can’t be so sure.” “That’s true but you can trust your husband.” “I trust him of course. Oh, who are we inviting next?” I brought us back to the subject matter of our earlier discussion.
“Oh, I’m thinking of specially inviting my colleagues.” “See you, you can’t forget that naah.” As we talked on, my phone beeped again. “Who will this be now?” “Pick it first naah.” “Ok, it’s another unknown number?” “Hello.” I said. “Hello.” The voice on the phone sounded familiar but it was difficult deciphering whose voice was that.
“It’s Kayode, your husband’s company’s engineer.” “Oh, the one that repaired our fanning systems!” “Yes, your fanning systems.” He said as we both laughed. “I’m calling with particular reference to your husband.” “What about my husband?” I said as if I’m totally ignorant about his condition. “We’ve just been informed by the Federal Teaching Hospital that your husband is one of the victims of the bomb blast but he was the luckiest of all the victims.
He was minimally injured by the blast.” “Thank you for the information.” “You need not mention.” “There’s something else.” “What’s that?” “It’s about the other day. Since that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” “Thanks but you need not go there. I don’t have time for such rubbish.” I hissed as I cut off the call. ——————–
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