Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13
MR. PHIRI
I walked into the room and found my wife curled up on the bed in her purple dress, reading the Bible.
She looked up at me and smiled.
âI just got off the phone with Ericaâs sister,â I said as I sat on the bed next to her.
Erica is my late wife. I just called her sister (Elena) to see if she could take in the children. I want the children out of the house so my wife and I can have some peace.
She put the Bible on the bed and looked back at me, âWhat did she say?â she asked
âShe said she is going through a rough patch and she canât take them in.â
âOh,â was my wifeâs incredulous reply
âMaybe I should take them to my motherâs farm,â I suggested.
She shook her head, âThatâs not a good idea, your mother doesnât like me, if you take the children to her, she will hate me even more, she will think I asked you to kick them out.â
âBut these kids are disrespectful, see what Ganizani did to you I donât want anything to happen to you.â
âI will be fine,â she said
âYou are sure?â
âYes.â
âYou are such a good woman I wish the children could see that and stop fighting you.â
A slight smile crossed her lips.
âThey are still dealing with their motherâs death, letâs just give them time.â
I cupped her face gently in my hands and made her meet my gaze, âYou are such a good woman. I know I made the right decision when I chose you
She blushed.
I lowered my head and kissed her slowly. Flames flared through me as her arms came up to encircle my neck while she kissed me back.
As the kiss was getting heated, her phone rang and she pulled away from me.
She grabbed her phone and walked towards the window to answer it. I watched her intently as she talked I wondered what it was about her that drove me so wild.
Everything about this woman amazed me, my life felt complete with her.
Stella walked into our lives about three years ago my late wife actually introduced us, they met at church. We didnât really start talking until she split up with her husband.
Unlike Erica, Stella brought out a side of me I didnât know existed and she made me feel things I didnât know were possible.
The truth is that I didnât love my ex wife- not one bit, I was miserable and lonely with her. I always felt like something was missing.
My late wife was my motherâs choice of a good wife and not mine.
I still remember the day my mother introduced her to me as my wife. She had walked into my house some years back with Erica and some unknown people.
After I welcomed them and ushered them into the house, she pointed at Erica and said
âThis is the woman you will marry.â
At first I thought she was joking, I even laughed about it.
âItâs not a laughing matter, I have brought you a wife from the village and you must marry her,â she had said
âThis is insane!â I had angrily told her.
âMy decision is final.â
âMum, I have a girlfriend and I deeply love her why donât you allow me to marry her?â
âI donât like all these city women that parade themselves like prostitutes you must marry the one I have brought for you.â
There was no arguing with my mother, she had made her decision.
I knew I should have put my foot down, I shouldnât have married her but I did because I didnât want to offend my mother.
âYou will learn to love her with time,â mother had said but she was wrong.
I hated Erica with everything in me, everything she did irritated me. She was a good wife she just wasnât good enough for me â I wanted more.
I hated her even more when we started she kept getting pregnant, the children were her way of tying me down to her and she succeeded.
But even though I hated her and the children she birthed, I did my best to cater for all their needs.
Most nights I would lie in bed at night next to her dreaming about how I could end our marriage. Sometimes I used to dream about her possibly dying so I could be free.
Finally she got sick and eventually died, you donât know how relieved I was when I received the call that she had died, I felt free and alive, her death was the beginning of something beautiful.
I didnât shed a tear for her I just couldnât wait to bury her so I could get on with my life and I did.
I know itâs been a few months since she died but I have completely erased her from my mind.
Stella makes me very happy, I couldnât have wished for more, I wonât allow these kids to ruin my chance at happiness, they must leave my house if they continue being rebellious, I want to enjoy my marriage.
I was ripped from my reverie by the Stellaâs arms she had wrapped them around me.
âYou are done?â I asked
She shook her head.
âAnd who was that you were talking to?â
âCelineâs father.â
I turned to face her, âwhat does he want?â
âHe says he wants to spend the weekend with Celine. He wants to introduce her to his new girlfriend.â
âAnd?â
âI am not comfortable with that idea I donât want him introducing my daughter to different women.â
âI think Celine is old enough to decide if she should go and meet up with him or not.â
âCeline loves her father she might decide not to come back.â
âTalk to her communication is key.â
âYou are right.â
âYou know I am always right,â I laugh
âWhatever!â she hits me playfully. âWhat do you want to eat tonight?â she asked
âHow about we go out?â
âI love the sound of that.â
âLet me just make a few phone calls while you get yourself ready for dinner.â
âAlright,â she lightly kissed my lips and rushed for the bathroom.
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