Driving, in the busy street of Lagos, Jordan unhappy face recurs in my mind about my decision to move to Dubai, he knows the demons and battles I fight to try to overcome, moving to a country my family is well known for unrest in was a bad idea. But I don't want her running back to her family; moving was the closest decision to make. I want her to depend on me, the anger radiating from me, trying to grip the stirring occasionally, to calm this unsettledness that the thought of her leaving brings me now.1 week into this thing called marriage and I'm becoming miserable...
Thinking of her now, she was beneath me moaned, and gripped the centerpiece. {making a confused expression } does that imply that I am not mean to her then
Thoughts of the past came rushing back, (images of how his father was aggressive with his mother came in full memory )
My father did the worst to my mother and she never fled, she still smiled at me, she still told me she loved me before she died, she said my father was good, so I ain't doing anything wrong, so why am I bothered about her running away, do I even care, making a disturbing face, driving through the street of Lagos deep in thought... A yeah... I know why now, she is supposed to be revenge on herself..(making a huge smile) to please me (giving a form of consolation for his worries).
Yet she says she loves me... How can that be right, it's impossible she is planning to run, it's obvious
I will not be fan of false confession.
Snapping my thoughts, tho man's, telling his names I got down from the car and packed all my wife's bags and mine too
We are leaving