Saturday morning I wake up and as usual Tasha isn’t in bed. I slid my robe on, grab my phone and walk downstairs. I see her in the living room lying on the couch talking on the phone.
"I will call you later my dear," she says before she ends the call.
"Morning," I politely greet her.
"Hey," she sits upright.
I sit next to her, "What do you have planned for the day?" I ask
"I will be having lunch with Prisca in the afternoon then later in the evening, we will have a little get-together."
I stare at her disappointedly. Tasha and I never spend time together; her job and friends always come first in her life. Sometimes,I wonder why I am still with her when she doesn’t even pay any attention to me.
There was a actually a time in our marriage when Tasha and I were inseparable. I don’t know where we went wrong or how she turned into this. I can hardly recognize this woman. I want my wife back.
"What?" she clicks her fingers in my face and brings me back to the present.
"I thought we were gonna spend some time together."
"Doing what?"
"I don’t know," I shrug. "We could go out to a nice place for dinner and—–“
My phone rings, cutting my sentence short.
"Who is calling?" she asks
Oh! Have I mentioned how insecure and jealous my wife is? She is always suspecting me of cheating on her.
"Who is it?" she asks again
"It’s Anna," I respond
She frowns, "That w---e again?"
"Oh please."
"Put it on speaker?" she commands as I answer the call. I don’t wanna argue with her so I do as she says.
"Hello."
"Buddy," Anna says
"Hey you."
"I forgot to ask what time Carol should come."
"She can come through at ten."
"Oh great."
"Hope I didn’t wake you up."
"Nah, I am already up."
"I thought by this time you would be cuddling with the lady horse," she laughs
Tasha shoots me a deadly stare.
I clear my throat. "Nah! With these kids around, we hardly have the time to cuddle in the morning."
"I see."
"Do you have plans for today? The guys are planning a mini brail to celebrate Mubita’s promotion." Mubita is one of the teachers at the school who was recently promoted to Deputy Head teacher.
Before I can even respond to Anna, Tasha grabs my phone
‘Firstly, stop calling my husband and secondly he won’t be attending that stupid brail!" With that, she ends the call.
"Tasha! Are you being for real?" I ask.
"Lady Horse?"
"That doesn’t give you the right to grab my phone and insult my friends."
"You are such a fool Fred. You call that woman a friend when she does nothing but disrespect me? What sort of a husband are you? Husbands are supposed to protect their wives!’
"It’s too early to argue." I rise to my feet.
"Meaning?"
"I don’t want to argue with you."
I turn towards the stairs but she grabs my arm roughly. I turn around and face her.
"What?"
"Who is Carol?"
"Carol is a lady looking for a job as a maid."
"I don’t want her."
"What?"
"I don’t want anyone who is friends with Anna to be in my house. That woman is just a w---e who is after you."
I shake my head, 'You are being unreasonable."
"I am real Fred. Don’t you dare me! You know I am naturally a psycho and I can be dramatic if I want to be!"
"I hear you your majesty,’ I mockingly say.
"Don’t f--k with me."
"Whatever."
I walk out on her to our bedroom. This woman will be the death of me. I don’t understand why she acts so insecure. I have never cheated on her; in fact i have never looked at another woman since I married her. If only she knew how much I love and adore her, she wouldn’t humiliate me in this manner.
***
Once in our room, I spread the bed and pick the dirty clothes from the floor and put them where they should be. Tasha used to be a hardworking woman when we got married but now she doesn’t even make the bed unless she is in a good mood. All she does is bath, eat and leave.
Her behavior is uncalled for. I wish she can just talk to me and tell me what’s going on, maybe I have offended her in some way. I am willing to apologize if that will bring back the peace in our house.
She walks into the bedroom a few minutes later and heads straight to the bathroom. She steps out of the bathroom thirty minutes later, dropping the towel to the floor. She checks through her closet for what to wear.
All this time I am quietly looking at her.
A few minutes later she is fully dressed, her makeup and hair is perfectly done as usual. She is wearing a very tight and short dress the dress is too short for my liking.
"I am heading to the café by the corner to get the girls and I some breakfast," she says
"In that dress?" I eye her from head to toe.
"And what’s wrong with my dress?"
"You are a married woman Tasha; you can’t be dressing as if you are single. What will people think when they see you dressed like that?"
She laughs. "Who cares about what people will think? Just because I am married doesn’t mean I should dress like an old maid; spare me the drama."
"Okay."
"I will be back before the women coming for the interview arrive."
"Ok."
"And please tell Carol not to come. I don’t want to see her."
"Whatever you say."
"Are you fooling around with me? Do I look like one of your dull pupils?"
I shake my head, "No."
"Thank you." She grabs her bag and walks out of the room. A few minutes later I hear the front door open and close. Then there is the sound of car leaving.
When I am sure she has left, I call Anna.
"Buddy."
‘Your wife is dramatic. What sort of woman behaves like that?’ she asks
"I don’t even understand her myself."
"You need to leave that woman before you run mad."
"I love her."
"Love should be reciprocated; you cannot be the only one willing to make things work."
"You don’t understand."
"I don’t even want to understand right now. Buddy, you need to read in between the lines. Your wife has fallen out of love with you that’s why she treats you like a child."
Her words sting but I pretend as if I didn’t hear her, "Well I called to apologize for that rude interruption."
"You don’t have to apologize; I know how that woman is."
"And please tell Carol not to come over."
"Why?"
"Tasha doesn’t want her to come for the interview."
"That is bullshit. Sometimes be a man and stand up to her. Why are you acting like the wife in that house?"
I laugh. I find no offence in her words because she isn’t the first one to tell me that.
"Anyway Carol aside, come for that brail."
"I will see."
"Just come over and if you have nowhere to leave the kids just come with them."
"Sure."
"Later buddy."
To be continued. ...Thanks for stopping by!
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Tasha
I walk up to him and when he sees me he looks up smiling at me.
He stands up. "Hey you." He cups my face in his hands and kisses my forehead.
"You look beautiful," he says
I feel myself blushing. "Thank you....you don’t look bad yourself."
He smiles. I pull out one of the chairs before sitting down. He sits down too.
"I didn’t think you would make it," he says
"I needed some fresh air."
‘I see."
The waitress walks to our table a minute later and takes our order. Kai orders toast, bacon and juice while I order coffee and cake.
"How are the girls?"
"They are perfect."
"And your husband?"
I frown and roll my eyes. "He is perfectly fine as well."
"Why the rolling of the eyes?" He laughs
"My husband sometimes gets on my nerves... we actually had an argument before I left."
“Is he cheating?"
"He wouldn’t dare cheat on me. I am psycho and he knows it."
"So what happened?"
I intently look at him. ‘I don’t think you called me here to talk about my husband."
He laughs. He opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by the waitress. She puts our food on the table and walks away.
I take small sips of my coffee as he takes a bite of his toast. There is a long silence between us for a few minutes as we eat. Suddenly, he leans towards me from across the table and picks up one of my hands and turns it over his. As he touches my hand, a shiver sweeps through me and I feel nervous.
"I haven’t stopped thinking about you Tasha," he says as he looks into my eyes.
My heart skips a beat,
I met Kai three months ago. The first time we met I was angry. I had an argument with Fred and I decided to go out with my friend Prisca to cool off. And that night, I made the stupidest mistake of my life. ...
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