Songs for this chapter are:
Parabolic - Nobigdyl
When you open the door - (Goblin OST)
The day - (The King: Eternal Monarch OST)
Uptown - Andy Mineo
How did love find me - Asa
Torn - Asa
Mustafa
Two months later
It was an amazing and mind-blowing miracle to welcome my third child with my wife, Cassie. After every nightmarish event that had taken place in the past ten to eleven months, I could not believe that a day of joy would meet with us.
My wife and I had really been through a lot; my wife particularly so I was really very grateful that we had scaled through that scary, nasty phase of our lives and we had even lived as far as to reproduce another child. It was a bountiful grace Allah had bestowed upon us and I was indeed very grateful.
Many stupid things came our way; from Zoe's tempting gestures and snares, life-threatening mails and anonymous text messages, and my wife's derailing, disturbing health.
I mean, I was extremely tempted and turned on that day when she stripped naked in front of me and locked the door of her office just so I would have no other choice but to screw her senseless and that was exactly what I wanted to do because that organ in between my sturdy legs were so painfully erect that it felt like all the seeds in it were going to spill out of it doesn't get buried into those juicy, thick folds in seconds, heck! I could feel my speed begging impatiently for a release just by watching Zoe rub her fingertips on her nipples, the areola showing around to serve its purpose; teasing. She was biting her lips, in an attempt to let out a moan, teasing me so badly just so I would give in.
But I found my way out of that office and left. Yes, I broke the door, hitting my shoes hard against the wooden door and It broke open, the wooden construction of the door falling off its hinges and on to the ground, flat.
A gasp had escaped from Zoe's plump lips as the next thing she opted for was trying to cover her vagina with her hands since the murmuring of the staffs could then be heard; I could tell that there were fast approaching where the noise had come from and Zoe rushed for her clothes immediately on the desk, slipping them over her body before the staffs came to see their boss, a naked, embarrassing mess.
Then, she clicked her teeth in pure anger, fastening the belts of her wrap top as she gazed at me with so much contempt in her big eyes, coated in thick eyelashes; "I swear upon my life, that you would come over to fix this door yourself and when you come, I promise you would not be able to escape the things that I would do to you." She said with a vile smirk on her face.
Somehow, those words made my penis hard again but I scoffed, raised my brow, dusted off my suit like there was initially a patch of dirt on it, and walked briskly out of her office like nothing happened.
I knew people thought of me as an unashamed, maniac that could not get his shit together particularly if they looked down at that organ bulging so stubbornly underneath my trousers but I was happy and very satisfied. I mean, I could have been driving hard into her ecstatically at that same moment when I broke the door and made the decision to save my wife instead.
But when I saw my newly born child a few months afterward, the joy I felt was absolutely nothing compared to the joy I would have felt if I had had sex with Zoe and it made me understand even better that, cheating on your partner is never worth it. Imagine what would have become of Cassandra and I if I had cheated on her months ago.
But I was happy with my wife and my three children. I could remember the day we had Farida, our third child like yesterday even though it is almost two months already since we welcomed her into our lives.
I could not help but she's a test when I saw her for the first time. I was so amazed and shocked. Varied emotions played inside of me that I could not even fathom or describe. She was indeed our lovely miracle and gift. After everything we had been through, I never thought we would have this baby.
I could not wipe out the smile on my face, staring at her, so tiny and fragile and flushing red. My heart melted, seeing her lying naked against Cassie's chest. I was so relieved that Cassie's ordeal was over. Well, not completely though because of her terrible health but she was brave in bearing all of the pain and I was proud of her.
"Mustafa..."
"Yes, love?"
"Mustafa..." Cassie clasped my hands on that precious day as tears flowed heavily down her eyes. I was lost for words, trying to grasp the words she was saying.
"This is a miracle." She said genuinely. I clasped her face and rained kisses genuinely on her lips. I stopped when our baby girl let out a loud cry.
We laughed and I touched our baby girl for the first time, running my hand from her head to her back. When I touched her hand, my heart melted when she grabbed my tongue with her little fingers and held it tightly. I was surprised at how strong she was.
But she was beautiful and she looked a lot like her mother; wooly, fragile hair with beautiful hazel eyes and the exact tone of velvety skin her mother's.
Alhamdulilah!
Allah has been really faithful and I could not even deny it. God had appointed the right time for us to receive the compensation for nights when we had shed bitter tears. Now, Cassie and I have children we are so glad to call our own; two twin boys and a girl. I'm still trusting God for our safety though, in months and years to come and I hope we would never have to go through all of the dangerous, life-threatening things we had been through but above it all, I am indeed thankful for my wife's life.
It's been two months since Farida's birth and Farida has been our constant source of joy. She doesn't cry so much neither does she give trouble. Her brothers keep her company and most times when Cassie goes to work, she takes Farida along.
Cassie and I had gotten into a little disagreement once as to why on earth she would resume into doing business when she had barely even nursed or bonded with her child for up to five months but I understood her immediately when she told me about how staying at home was detrimental to her health and it was constantly triggering her olfactory hallucinations so, I agree to nurse our baby when I could while she resumes her business.
I figured that it would be necessary for her to also pay attention to her business since she just established it with her brother and would not want to run at a loss. Cassie's younger sister, Ebun came to our rescue along the line and offered to take care of our baby Farida.
But today, I am at her office with her because she needs me to sign some documents for her and now that I think of it, I've been seating on the sofa, spacing out and staring at the flower vase next to the window and admiring the aesthetics of her office for the past ten to fifteen minutes, waiting for my wife to be back to the office so we can get to business. She told me she had to get the documents that she wanted me to sign and now I have been sitting in her office, waiting for her for minutes now.
Where did she go that's taking her so long to be back?
I decided to leave the office quickly so I could look around for her. This is her new shoes and bags company which she owns in partnership with her brother so I did not really know my way around but I decided to take the staircase leading downwards to the reception where most of the staff were in their respective desks, attending to their duties.
"Have any of you seen my wife?!" I asked in a tone that was sharp enough to be heard by all of them. Quickly, they shift their gaze from their computer systems to the owner of the sharp, domineering voice. Looks of uncertainty and confusion clouded their faces as they looked at one another as though that would spring forth the answer to my question.
A skinny, classless woman in outdated spectacles does me the favor of answering my question.
"No sir. We have not seen her leave the office since she walked in with you sir." She shook her head and I turned towards the other staff, hoping desperately that at least one other person would give a positive answer but one after the other, they all shook their heads gloomily and morosely like some robots that were programmed to do just that.
What the hell? I don't think these people understand the true meaning behind the fact that I can not find my wife. They have clearly got no idea the gruesome, traumatic things my wife has been through when it comes to captivity because if they do, they won't be staring at me like morons with no aim in life.
"YOU ALL HAD BETTER LOOK FOR MY WIFE! LOOK FOR HER EVERYWHERE TO ANY LENGTH YOUR LEGS CAN TAKE YOU! FIND HER FOR ME RIGHT AWAY!!" I ordered, clenching my fists by my sides and immediately they dispersed off their duty posts, each person off to every nook and cranny of the office to search for my wife.
I bit my lip hard, bitter tears finding it's way to my eyeballs as the arrow of fear struck and sunk deep into my guts, making my stomach clench in trepidation and boosted anxiety, coursing through my body like a syringe. I ran back to her office, opening every door I could find just for a sigh of my wife.
Heck No!
We just welcomed a baby for God's sake! We were just starting to relish in the bliss of laughter and mirth without bothering about tomorrow! I mean, I was just talking to my wife twenty to thirty minutes ago about how beautiful her office was and how I had even looked forward to having the steamiest sex with her on the green couch right next to her desk. My wife can not be missing. Please, God, I don't want this!
With each door I opened onto to be met with hollow, void emptiness, my heart plummeted, leaving its state; the stem of happiness and profound peace of mind, and nearing the darkest, outrageous pits of pain and fear.
Ya Allah! My wife! Where on earth is she??! As time kept passing by, so did my heart thump loudly. She was thirty to forty minutes away from me and probably a second close to falling deeper into the snares of danger and that was why I desperately needed to find her immediately.
I ran out of the office again and headed to the reception to know if the staff has found her or any trace that would lead me to her and when I see that they are all back at the reception, panting like useless chihuahuas, I knew it was nothing positive.
I fall on my knees, crashing next to the wall beside a desk as I bury my face in my palm, letting those tears fall dejectedly and the next thing I hear is the crashing of ceramic against the floor. The flower vase next to here I had fallen was shattered to pieces and gasps of shock flew out the lips of the workers as they made moves to approach me.
"Are you okay sir?"
"Please don't hurt yourself, sir. We would find her."
Those stupid voices rang out loud in the air.
"DO NOT TOUCH ME. IF YOU DO NOT FIND MY WIFE, THEN DO NOT FREAKING TRY TO CONSOLE ME!!" I yelled repellently when I felt an arm around my palm trying to pull me out from where I sat on the bare floor but my eyes caught a quick hold of the bag that the same hand was holding thanks to the fact that I had removed my face a little form the shielding darkness of my palms covering it.
I saw a teal green handbag with an apple logo - Cassie's favorite bag. I grab the handle immediately like some nomadic caveman who'd spotted a piece of meat after searching for a hundred days, wiping the tears that had shamelessly fallen down my eyes as I raised my head to look at the person holding the bag.
"WHERE DID YOU FIND THE BAG??!" I asked the same classless looking woman who was the secretary. She has been pretty useful to me than the rest of the staff.
"I...I found it close to the elevator by the second building. Looks like she was there. I tried to look around the area but I could find her at all." She said shivering, adjusting the spectacles that had slipped a little below the bridge of her nose. I gave her a look expressing how grateful I was to her, while I scorned at the other staff who had their hands clasped together in front of them, shaky and giving off cowardly, disgusting, pity looks.
A drop of relief had slowly begun to wash through me but the anxiety that serenaded my heart washed it all away, knowing that I would not be able to calm down until I set my eyes on my jewel. What if it was the same duh who tried to kill her on the day she was going for the business meeting that has also come to attack her now??
I mean, could the documents she wanted to sign be situated as far as the second building of the company? Even if it was, she should have been back by now.
I need to contact one of Cassie's family members so we can start to look for her immediately. She has supportive siblings so there's no way they won't come right away so we can find her together. My mind went to Zoe at first like an impulsive action but I knew she was going to ask to me have sex with her first or doing something silly before she can agree to come to my rescue which I was avoiding because I no longer knew how long my resistance could avail me.
Just when I want to decide to give one of her brothers a phone call, I hear the vibration of my phone against the pocket of my denim trousers and I gracefully graze through the deep depths of my pocket to bring the device out, knowing fully well that it's my wife that's calling me to let me know that she is okay but those expectations and beliefs, broke like an outwardly beautiful looking calabash, revealing slithering, sultry bodies of the deadliest cobras that had been stored inside.
Outrageous serpentine fangs injecting venoms and bouts of the most unpleasant surprise, spreading like branches into every nerve in my body.
It was that text; that same text Cassie and I had dreaded for months. That same text that nearly destroyed our lives but this time, it sent the deadliest unnerving message I had ever read in my life:
Do you think Farida is your child? You really think you are the biological father of that child right? 😂😂😂 you've got to be the biggest clown I've ever known.
Immediately, when the realization of it dawned on me, I could not handle it because it was like a naked, live wire had been connected to my butthole because the shock I was feeling was so terrible that I didn't know when my phone slipped from my extremely fidgety hands.
Instincts never fail. I had always had that subtle, underlying feeling that It was Dan. It had always been Dan but facial evidence and surrounding circumstances failed my suspicions totally so I let it be but I could not deny the initial speculation I've always had and reading the context of this text now, I knew he was the one; the everlasting rival I subtly knew I had but never tried to let it bother me because Cassandra was now with me and there was no cause to fear but he has been the one all along.
This bastard has been the one giving my wife sleepless nights and anxiety attacks. He has been doing the most outrageous things to get her back and now he's sent the worse text of all and has even kidnapped my wife! How did I not freaking act on my intuitions all these while??!
I should not have listened to Cassie when she kept blaming all those threats she had been receiving on her mother. Yes, her mother wasn't a saint but she just never fit into the picture when all those shady things began to occur.
This grotesque scum bag has come his worst and I really am going to show him the stuff that I'm made off. How dare he mess with my family and even tell me that I'm not the biological father of my own child?!
I pick a swift race, dashing out of the company and bottling into my car as I zoom off the road, dialing Cassie's elder sister, Yemisi immediately.
This bastard must rot behind the bars of jail...
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Psalms 55:12-14 - "For it is not an enemy who reproaches me; then I could bear it. Nor is it one who hates me who has exalted himself against me; Then I could hide from him. But it was you, a man my equal, my companion and my acquaintance. We took sweet counsel together, and walked to the house of God in the throng."