"Where are you going to again, Fikayo? You haven't even had lunch yet and it's almost 4pm. Can't this night out with your friends wait?" Ifeoma lamented.
She was now fed up of having to compete with her husband's friends for his attention.
"We just want to talk and have few drinks together, that's all. Stop been so dramatic about everything." Fikayo replied her as he got dressed in his casual outfits.
He hadn't thought that not having a taste of another woman asides her wife for years was just him being stupid and now that he had a taste of this freedom, he knew that he wasn't going to stop it anytime soon. It was that addicting.
Sewa been a girl who had been with quite a number of men also had so much experience than his wife who had only had sex with one man her entire life. Not that he was complaining, he liked the fact that he was the man who deflowered his wife in their university days and the fact that he was the only one who ever got that sugar but then Ifeoma was always naive in bed and quite boring. He didn't think much about it until Sewa... again.
Sewa was just the kind of woman that was fit for the other woman role. She fvcked like a porn star and had the curviest body that could get him to cvm just by staring at it. She could go five rounds without getting so tired unlike his wife who's always fed up after two rounds.
"I'm dramatic? Really?! You know what, I want to go to that hangout with you today! I'm fed up of been at home with your mother who just enjoys tormenting me. Her house has been renovated yet she refuses to leave and if I talk now, they'll say Ifeoma is wicked. You'll say I'm not giving you peace. I'm not staying in this house o" Ifeoma said.
"Follow who? To where? Why do you think it's called guy's hangout? Why aren't they bringing their own wives? Learn to stay home and have conversations with your mother in law, Oma, you won't die!" Fikayo refused.
"You keep seeing friends while you refuse to let me see my own friends! Do you think this is fair, huh?! God, I'm so frustrated right now!"
"See, Oma, I really don't have time for banters with you right now. You can even talk to your friends on phone, na u sabi !"
With that, Fikayo stormed out of the house. Nothing was going to stop him from seeing Sewa, not even his dear Ifeoma.
Ifeoma slumped onto the bed in annoyance. She was beyond fed up of the whole house.
She walked into the kitchen to get dinner done and forget about the issues they were having for a while.
Ifeoma was never a kitchen person, she never liked to cook, it was a chore that she hated the most in her life but as a woman, she knew she had to and she learnt it as much as she could. She had always hoped to have a chef and she knew she was definitely still going to get one.
Her father had always made it mandatory for her to always go to the kitchen even when she never liked to. She would always remember the words he used to say when she was young, "No matter the education you get or bosslady whatever, you will still end up cooking in the kitchen for your husband"
It had always infuriated Ifeoma that she had to learn to do what she never liked all because of a man but then her dad was right after all.
Wasn't she in the kitchen?
And the fact that she got married to an egoistic african man who didn't even believe in stepping foot into the kitchen prolongs her stay in it.
The world isn't just balanced, she thought as she proceeded to wash the plates that had been used by her mother in law. Mama enjoyed using four plates to eat, for reasons Ifeoma would never understand. Maybe it was to just leave more chores for her or maybe it was just her bad habit, Ifeoma never asked. It wasn't like she'd give her a response anyway.
She stopped abruptly when she noticed that her her liquid soap was so watery. She dropped the container in annoyance!
Who had diluted her soap? This was one of the things Ifeoma hated, she had her ethics and she liked to have her things in some way. She was about to scream mama's name when mama walked into the kitchen herself.
"Mama, did you dilute the soap?" Ifeoma asked as politely as she could.
"I won't put water in it now! You left it there to be very thick and then that one would always end up finishing on time. Did they not teach you how to manage stuffs in your own house? Ehn, you're just so wasteful" Mama retorted.
"Mama, all you had to do was take a very small quantity, very small. If it was to be watery, the factory that did it would not make it thick." Ifeoma corrected but she knew mama was not going to listen anyways.
"I won't stay here and watch you squander my son's money! Every little thing counts" Mama said as she left for the living room.
'God should really circulate common sense to everybody.' Ifeoma said in her mind as she left to get a new liquid soap from the store. She wasn't going to use something so watery.
She came back, watched the dirty dishes and then she had another problem.
She couldn't find the lighter.
"This is what happens when we have two wives in the house. How can a woman just come into my kitchen and be rearranging stuffs for me, in my kitchen!" Ifeoma shouted in exasperation.
Mama heard her and walked into the kitchen yet again.
"What are you fussing about? You didn't have sense to know that you don't put lighters anywhere like that, you put them in the high cabinets, well, i can't blame you, you know that you're barren, that's why. If you had kids, you'd have burned down the whole house with your carelessness because kids would always take things that are reachable for them! And you're here shouting because I helped you to do what you didn't have the sense to do! Lighter is in the top cabinet to the left o!" Mama lectures and left the kitchen again.
"They definitely sent this woman to frustrate my life" Ifeoma said to herself as soon she found the lighter.
An hour later, Ifeoma was done with the cooking and she was seated on her bed as she dialed Halima's number first to have a conference call with her girls.
Her phone rang multiple times and she didn't pick it up. She then proceeded to call Bola who picked it up instantly.
"Oma! Thank God! I was planning on calling you right now! We have to go to Halima's house! She called a minute ago, she said she's bleeding so bad. Meet me there in five!" Bola ranted in panic and hung up.
Ifeoma jumped on her feet, took her car keys and rushed out of the house.
TO BE CONTINUED...