MD grinned. He was feeling really pleased with himself. “Okay, listen, dear, there’s nothing special to it, I was just badly hungry for you, that’s all. I was really missing you terribly and I couldn’t wait to have you in my arms. I guess that’s what happens when you make your husband miss you too much. But I’m glad to hear you sounding like this.”

I turned to look at him. “Why did you say so?”

“Because, for some reasons, I was starting to think there was something going on that I couldn’t place my fingers on. You did not seem the least interested in staying with me, like there was something extremely important you had to go and do outside.”

That jolted me. What was he talking about?

“What do you mean, MD? What are you getting at?”

The man smiled. “Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I don’t know why I kept thinking your going out had to do with a man!”

I froze right there on the bed. This man had a way of jolting me off balance. Like a man who knew about your darkest secrets but was only waiting for the right moment to play his joker and put you into big trouble. If there was ever one thing about MD that constantly unsettled me, it’s his ability to unsettle me at my most vulnerable moments. Did he know something? Was he suspecting anything? Only time could tell. But, still, I had to be very careful with this man…

“MD, you have started again, what is it you’re talking about now? Why should you be bringing this up at this time?” I’d thrown at him, unable to hide the disgust in my voice. Even I was surprised my voice came out the way it did. I didn’t sound the least frightened he was bringing up the discussion, instead, I sounded truly pissed off that he chose to bring it up at the time he did.

He threw an arm around my waist and let it slide up to my boobs. But I wasn’t even looking in his direction, I was looking straight up at the ceiling. It was the only direction I could look and not meet his gaze. His fingers were running small circles round my navel region but I made sure I locked up the emotions it was supposed to bring.

“Are you angry?” he asked me, trying to get me to look at him.

“Shouldn’t I be?” I’d fired back at him, still looking away from him.


“But I was just pulling your legs, dear.”

“You were not pulling my legs, MD, you meant every word. You just accused me of cheating on you and I don’t find it funny.” I’d said to him.

He pulled me closer to him, trying to get me to soften up. He felt he’d actually wronged me. He had no idea how extremely close to the truth he was. And though it seemed like I was upset because he’d insinuated I was cheating on him, I was on the contrary, I was actually trying to mask my guilt from him. If MD knew the sort of situation I was in, he’d probably strangle me to death. It’s one thing to find out your woman is cheating on you, it’s another thing to discover she is carrying the child of the man she’s cheating on you with.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you can’t blame me if I sometimes feel this way,” MD apologised. “You are young and pretty, a lot of younger men will be chasing after you. Many of them would give anything to be with you, regardless of the fact that you already have a child. And to make matters even worse, we don’t live together. So, anytime I am not here with you, my mind is always restless. I am always wondering if you were with another man.”

That was pretty too close for comfort. Silently, I thanked my stars he really didn’t have any strong reason to suspect me of anything. That was when I turned to him. “Now, you tell me, MD, why do you think I would want to risk all of the comfort and love you have given to me for a man?

MD stared blankly for a few seconds at me.  He seemed unsure of what to tell me. I was looking straight into his eyes, trying to look very serious.

“You don’t understand, Anita…”

“I don’t understand what?” I’d thrown at him before he was done. “Explain what you mean to me and I’ll surely understand you.”

He paused for a while and then continued. “Sometimes, Anita, life is not always about comfort. There are other things that can bring you happiness other than comfort…”

“Like what?” I’d cut in.

“Like companionship,” he’d returned, turning to look straight at me.

“You’re a very pretty young girl, Anita, you shouldn’t be lacking companionship. A lot of men would be dying to have you as their woman, so you should not be left on your own for too long, otherwise men will be all over you, looking for your attention.”

I smiled at him. “It’s nice of you to think of me as a hot cake…”

“But you are my darling!” MD retorted very seriously.

“And to be honest with you, I can imagine the pressure you go through sometimes as young lady who lives apart from her husband.”

“I don’t get you MD, are you saying that I cannot be trusted because you and I don’t live together?” I asked him as a matter of fact.”

MD cleared his throat before speaking.

“It is not about me trusting you or not trusting you, Anita,” he said.

“So, what is it, them?”

“It’s about me leaving you here on your own all by yourself,” he paused for a while and then turned to me.

“Anita, will you like to come and live with me and my wife in the same house?”


…to be continued