BISI THE OTHER WOMAN EPISODE 2
By Jon Doe
Without a sound, the phone hit the floor face up, the carpet cushioning its fall. Each vibration put Namdi on edge, his mind racing to suppress the guilt he could feel in his heart. Forcefully calming himself he bent down to pick up the phone. His head hit the horn, drawing the attention of the few people in the parking lot. They could see nothing through the tinted windows of the Dakota Brown E-Class.
With the phone back in the palm of his hand, a war began in Namdi’s brain. Should he pick it or not. He had never missed her call before. Even in the office, no matter how important the meeting he would always excuse himself. It had earned him a lot of nicknames and teasing. He was running out of time. Each vibration rang clear in the silent car. Remembering an article he had glanced at a few years ago in the waiting room of a friends hospital he closed his eyes and inhaled for 3 seconds. Letting out that breath he tapped the call button.
“Honey, is anything the matter? You are usually home by now. ”
“Got held up in the office, I’ll be by your side before you know it.”
Namdi surprised himself at how smoothly the lie came out.
“Dear, you seem a bit out of breath”
“Rushed out, couldn’t wait for the elevator.”
“Alright sweety, that new hire in your office better not be eyeing you. You don’t want me coming to your office with a machete.”
She laughed as she said this. The new hire at Namdi’s office was a good friend of hers. They had gone to the same all girls boarding school. Namdi also let out a laugh tinged with just a hint of guilt.
“You know she’s not in my department, besides she couldn’t hold a candle to your charm and allure.”
“Awww, you really do know what to say to make a girl feel special. I got a surprise waiting for you to unwrap when you get home. It even has a bow on it.”
“Guess i’ll be breaking some speed limits.”
Namdi said, anticipation of what she had got for him building. The sales girl had become but a dream. He heard her blow a kiss as she hung up. In a hurry for multiple reasons, Namdi swung the car into gear, burning rubber as he sped home.
A wine glass in hand, Namdi’s wife looked at the phone she had just blown a kiss into. There was no smile on her lips as she observed a moving dot on the phone. She watched – unblinking – the small dot leave an area labeled store. Slipping the tracking device into Namdi’s car had been her moms gift to her. She hated how her mom had no faith in her marriage. Still, she had not told Namdi about it nor had she deleted the phone app or removed the device. The hand holding the wine glass tightened.
“He lied to me!”
Each word came out through clenched teeth. She loathed the thought of her mom being right. With a crisp ping, the wine glass shattered in her delicate hand.
Stepping out of the car Namdi walked up to the front door of their home. He paused, a slight wind blowing across his short curly hair. It was a simple door, made of cheap metal. His only input when the house was being built. More and more it looked out of place with each passing day. Like it did not belong with the rest of the house. With a practiced hand, Namdi lightly threw his shoulder into the door nudging it open. His mouth opened preparing to shout out his wife’s name. Excitement could clearly be seen in his eyes. The anticipation had built to a peak by this point.
“Zainab where are…”
Namdi was unable to finish his sentence as his jaw dropped. In full view of the opened door stood Zainab in nothing but a violent red lingerie. On the top of her dark hair was a single red bow, the end of the ribbons framing her face. Namdi’s gaze swept down her hourglass body, ending on the red stilletos she wore. His blood boiled, unable to look away he stood rooted to the spot; oblivious to the bandage around two of her fingers.
“Surprise. Now come here and unwrap your gift.”
Zainab gently licked her ruby painted lips, her voice carrying a power Namdi could not resist. Taking two steps he reached her. With practiced ease he scooped her off the floor into his arms. Around his strong brown neck Zainabs arms went, her pearly white teeth nibbling on his ear lobe. As he climbed the stairs he could sense her flowery scent. She ran a finger along his bulging muscle, another bulge digging into her thighs.
Reaching their bed, Namdi began unwrapping his gift with abandon. Enjoying how more and more of her smooth ebony skin saw the light of day. With one last pull of a string, she knelt there on the bed, unclad, chest heaving in a way Namdi found nothing short of beautiful. With feline reflexes she pounced, drawing Namdi onto the bed, nails burying into his skin drawing blood.
They made love like they never had, both panting as their desires spilled forth, bodies in sync. Emotions of guilt, love, hate and so much more intertwined driving them to greater exploits, culminating in an explosive physical climax they achieved as one; but mentally Namdi had one more woman in that bed.
A single beep sounded from the pink I-phone on the nightstand. The time showed 1:00 a.m. Moonlight streamed through the bay window facing the foot of the bed. It was quiet, as the dead of night tends to be. Zainab watched her husband sleep. She knew him well. Nothing would wake him after the rounds of intimacy she had taken him through. Conflicting emotions rampaged through her heart. Out of the many uncertainties running through her mind, there was one which she was sure of. Leaning in she placed her thin lips near his ear.
“I will murder before I ever let you go.”
Zainab whispered in an eerily calm voice. Grabbing her phone she swung out of bed and headed to the door. She hesitated, turning to take one more glance at her sleeping husband.
Dawn remained a couple hours away from the land of the living. Buried underneath thin blankets, Namdi began to stir. Instinctively his hand reached out towards the nightstand. He groaned, his back littered with scratch marks. Two blind grabs finally snagged him his phone. A quick swipe showed him it was almost 6 a.m.
“Babe, you awake? You were a tiger last night.”
Turning, Namdi saw an empty bed. His upper torso rose up looking at an open door. An enticing smell flowed into his nostrils. Following the aroma, Namdi went out the bedroom door. His toes curled into the thick carpet as he made his way down the ornate stairs. The wooden railing had been carved with intricate designs. Supposedly it had been the railing of some aristocrat from a foreign country. Namdi only remembered how excited Zainab had been when it arrived. At the bottom of the stairs he could tell what it was. His nose led him to the kitchen. There Zainab stood in front of the stove frying Akara.
“Shouldn’t the cook be doing that?”
Namdi was partly surprised. He knew she was a fantastic cook but she rarely bothered these past few months.
“Sent her home on a much needed vacation. Would you believe her daughter had a kid a week ago!”
“Is that so…”
Namdi replied, walking up to her and giving her tightly rounded bottom a smack. A sharp scream erupted from Zainab.
To be continued