How My Friend Made Me Fall In Love With Her Husband – part 5
Confession with Ngozi Lovelyn
When I was buying the food items, the reason I was joyfully selecting the best was to prepare a very delicious meal for her husband.
This feeling brewed silent in me. It was after she rejected my offer to cook for her husband that, I discovered the main reason I spent time, selecting the best. I remembered how the stockfish woman was explaining the most tasty fish of all. There was one she called, cod head, another she called Apama, and describing their differences to me.
I planned making him a very tasty meal and Ebby cut down this desire of mine. And this started steaming up my jealousy with intensified heat.
So, like she requested, I started peeling the vegetables for her, while battling with the feelings going on in me.
And then, her husband entered the kitchen, to check up on her.
But he should have just ask her how she was doing and leave, not playing some love with her.
“Baby, you are cooking?”
“Yes my sweet” she replied weakly
“But you are weak, my queen. I thought your friend is here to help”
“You know I won’t allow another person cook for my king, even if I’m dying, for the fact I still have some little breath in me, it will be my honour to continue cooking for my husband”
And her husband felt warm and loved hearing that.
He held her by the waist, from behind and kissed her neck.
“You know I love you so much”
“I know….. and I love you too baby” she replied still sounding weak and sick
And I was boiling inside. I felt like dropping that vegetable and walk away from there.
I was feeling irritated at their display of love.
If it had been before, I would enjoy their show and laugh, admiring them.
I started irking terrible at them, feeling like dragging him away from her and warn her to stay clear off, but I had to cage my feelings under control.
I continued doing what I was doing, trying my best to ignore them.
