The Day I Decided To Commit Sin – Part 3
I was already on the street, trying to get to the bus stop, where I can get the vehicle that would convey me to our chosen destination.
And then, my phone started ringing and it was my husband.
And my heart skipped.
I didn’t tell him that I would be going somewhere.
“He is definitely going to find out that I’m not at home. Where am I going to tell him that I’m going to?” I raced for a proper response, while the phone kept on ringing
And finally, I tapped the green button.
“Hello baby” he sounds cheerful
“My love”
“Seems you are on the road?”
“Yes, I’m going to buy fresh tomatoes. I’m hungry for jollof rice” I replied and forgot that, jollof rice was also his favourite
“Really? And you didn’t bother to tell me this in the morning, so I can drop enough money for you to make it rich. Please, I have appetite, also add my stomach, I will have it as my lunch. I will come to the house and eat it” he said, sounding excited I would be making Jollof rice.
And I pinched my myself on why I had to lie with his favourite food.
He just spoilt the fun I set out to have that day.
He noticed I was quiet and “helloed”, to know if I was still there.
“Yes my love, I’m here. So, what’s the reason you called?” I asked
“Yes, I was just here and all of a sudden, I started missing you terribly and at same time, feeling strange about it, so I said, let me call my pretty wife”
And my heart got, pinched.
My conscience resurfaced again.
And I came to the conclusion that, when two people get married, they become one soul.
I was about to meet another man and my husband got a strange feeling and decided to call to check up on me.
He love me so much and would do anything for me. He is emotionally and romantically connected with me.
If he ever gets a wind of what I was about to, it would definitely destroy him and automatically end our marriage.
And my conscience started lashing me again.
I had no other option than to call Fidel and inform him that, it won’t be possible again, that my husband requested I prepared jollof rice for him.
But as I was about calling him, my husband’s call invaded my phone again.
He called to inform me that, he won’t be making it again, that he had an important meeting he already scheduled for that afternoon and won’t be missing it for anything.
And I said Ok, silently feeling happy about the news.
So the call ended.
And the road remained clear for my adventure to continue.
Finally, I was at the hotel.
As I was about bringing out my phone from my small hand bag, to call Fidel, telling him that, I was in front of the hotel, I found my hands shaking, my legs shivering and I was sweating profusely.
And the worst of it all, my conscience never left me in one piece.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm……
To be continued
