She did not respond, but from the door, I heard her sob to no end. The pleading continued from my end for so long that I soon lost count if time as my pleas tell on Anita’s deaf ears. In frustration, I left for my doorstep.
Somehow I believed she would calm down and come over. Meanwhile, I decided I would call her line everyday until she forgave me. To my chagrin however, she never switched on her phone and my repeated visits to her office ad her home were that with rebuffs. Finally, I decided I would give it a rest. Afterall, a man’s got to b e a man. It felt so painful however to wake up on my birthday without Anita by my side. For once, I discovered how much I loved her and missed her.
The day turned out to be rather uneventful initially as I received lots of cards, gifts and congratulatory messages from colleagues at work and friends and family members. None came from Anita though and that hurts so bad. Infact, I could feel myself getting really annoyed. What the hell was wrong with her? I wondered.
As I left my office that evening, Pascal, a colleague at work, as well as a close friend met me in the drive way.
“What’s good, Fred, he excitedly said.
“Nothing much,” I replied vaguely.
“Feels good to be a year older though.”
“Birthdays are special days, you know,” he persisted.
“Sure,” I concurred.
“So, how’s the celebration gonna be, Fred?”
I winced inwardly. Celebration? What in God’s name was he talking about?” I had my last birthday party at three, and I really didn’t see a big deal about marking birthdays.
“Anyway, we’ll give you a treat later today,” Pascal continued breaking into my thoughts, “you are up for it”.
“No Wells,” he cuts in, “You’re game, Fred.”
I sighed. I really had no choice. I decided I was going through hell at the moment, so why not have a little fun on my birthday.
“Alright Pascal. Pick me up at eleven.”
“Great. See you Fred.”
I watched him drove off and I could not help smiling as I imagined what sort of ‘treat’ Pascal and the boys had planned out for me. As far as I was concerned, anything to take my mind off Anita was definitely welcome. I resisted the temptation to call her line again. I wasn’t sure I could stand being made a fool of again. Maybe after the day passed. Of course I deserved all the fun. I could on this day. My little chat with Pascal had somehow built up in me a grin determination to make the best of the day.
At about eleven p.m that night, Pascal’s car breezed into my compound closely followed by the other automobiles. For an instant, I had a hard time containing my excitement and surprise. There was no doubt in my mind that I was definitely in for a ‘treat’ as they had tagged it.
“Hey, look at you,” Pascal said as he stepped out of the car and approached my front porch. I had since appeared there as soon as the flood of headlights had glorified my residence.
“What are you guys up to?” I said amidst the excitement.
“Seems to me like I’m in for some deep stuff.”
“You just wait and see, Fred,” Emeka, another colleague of mine who had decided to be a part of the deal said from behind Pascals as he approached.
“Meanwhile,” Pascal continued. “We have a big piece of meat at the backseat of the green BMW over there.” He winked at me and motioned with his head cocked to the side. “Go check it out.”
I sighed as I felt my heart beat faster. Slowly I approached the car, Pascal had pointed out and couldn’t help my admiration of the level of concern my colleagues had decided to show one of their own. Had I been a female, I would have probably been weeping, I concluded.
In no time, I reached the car and peered in.
“Hi birthday boy,” a drop-dead gorgeous girl greeted.
For a split second, I was too absorbed with her ravishing beauty to reply her greeting. Eventually, I found my voice.
“Hello,” I said in a tune I honestly found pretty hard believing was mine. “I’m Fred,”
“Yeah, I know,” she said with a smile on her face. “I’m Gina.”
For another while, I started on absolutely taken by her looks and I simply couldn’t help wondering where on earth Pascal and the boys had found me this heavenly being. I spared another second or two to think over what I was about to do and if it was really worth it. I loved Anita, my fiancée, beyond words inspite of her consistent nagging attitude and the thought that I was about cheating on her drove me a little berserk.
But, come to think of it, I really wasn’t going to cheat on her. I was only about to have a good time that would end in a matter of hours. Besides she was the major cause of the whole thing. Had it not been for the little quarrel, we would have been together enjoying the day. Stubbornly, I dismissed every inch of guilt about what I was about to do, especially after I beheld the face of the angel right before my eyes. It would definitely be fun, I decided.
We spent the rest of the night at a club and I had to admit to myself that I had never had a better birthday and wondered if a better day would ever come. Pascal and the boys made the day something else for me and Gina’s continued presence at my side further consolidated the night. It must have been about the wee-hours of the morning when we left the club. I was stone drunk and continually felt grateful I wasn’t at the wheels. I faintly remember Pascal and the boys left after they had gotten me safely into my living room, leaving me at the mercy of Gina. I couldn’t help wondering how the boys would manage home with their wheels. From what I remembered they were all equally slaves to the liquour.
Making love to Gina that night proved to be a major feat. Coupled with her dexterous skills to lovemaking, we made love as only related to romance novels. As she twisted on top of me. I felt a mixed taste of pizza and quiches and I couldn’t help longing for more. Her sexy and seductive moans as I pumped furiously into her a while later further spurred me on and her multiple orgasms gave me the feeling of absolute satisfaction. By the time I finally come, I had come to the conclusion that had always been a virgin and then. When I woke up much later in the day I wished I hadn’t. I couldn’t help feeling so guilty and wondering how on earth. I was going to explain to my fiancée that I had cheated on her. I almost passed out when a stark relaxation hit me. I had not even used my form of protection while Gina and I made love.
I felt a little lighter when I mustered up the courage to call Anita up and she picked up. We spoke for a good while and by the time I hung up, we were back. We decided to celebrate my birthday belated. Of course I could not tell her I had been with the boys inspite of our quarrels. Plus I had decided to keep Gina’s issue out permanently. They always said “what you don’t know won’t kill you,” She did not have to know. I decided.
Our relationship ended up getting stronger as the time went by and her nagging became a little more reduced. When we finally got married, four months later, I had the feeling that I had made a right decision. Of course I never heard from Gina again. The unfortunate one-night stand was just okay. Life as a married man proved to be a truly welcome change and everyday I couldn’t help always wanting to run home to my wife. Through Gina, I could now see the clear difference in the lives of a bachelor and that of a married man or better till, life as a spinster and life as a married woman.
To be continued…