📝: MARRIAGE ON FIRE
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CHAPTER FOUR (semi final)
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His mother wasn’t the jovial type, she was trouble and her presence means danger to me. She was a confirmed home wrecker. I could remember vividly when she came to visit us after our wedding, this woman was a handful of trouble.
She made sure her entire stay in that house during that period was h3ll, his mother came, but her complaints were much and always looked for a means to nag. There was a time she asked me to help her wash her clothes, I agreed and carried the clothes to the washing room.
I scattered the clothes on the ground because at first she packed them in a basket, so after I had done that, I proceeded to select the ones that would go first. Immediately I was about to put it inside the washing machine, mama ran inside like someone who was being chased by a m@d dog.
“What are you trying to do?” She asked, standing at attention with her hands at akimbo.
“Oh mama, you scared me. Well I’m trying to turn on the machine so as to start washing the clothes.” I answered, still trying to turn on the machine.
“You’re trying to use the washing machine on my clothes? Bia, did anything happen to your hands?” She asked as she went and turned off the machine.
I was just looking at her and since I couldn’t argue with her, I still went ahead and used my hand to wash the clothes she gave me. I congested that one and when I told my husband, he jokingly said I shouldn’t mind his mother, saying that his mother could be a burden at times.
Without thinking twice, I believed my husband and hoped for mama to change a bit. I really h@ťěd the one she brought this time. But now that her son too has suddenly changed towards me, how would I cope with the two of them was my worries.
“Heii, good evening. mama welcome oo! ” I greeted as she opened the door for herself to come inside.
“And what’s good about the evening, you this witch?” She asked abusively, pushing roughly to the edge of the door.
She had a spare key to the house, because she son wanted it so. I’ve tried to get him to give me reasons as to why she should have the house key but her son will always back up his response by saying I was jealous and didn’t like his mother enough for her to have a spare. But no, that was far from it. Since I couldn’t talk my husband out of it, I remained quiet and left him to do as he pleased.
I still pretended not to hear her and went to get her bags from her. From the way I was seeing this small bag seems as if she wouldn’t be staying long. I stretched my hands towards her to get the bag but she kept withdrawing and then she ended up giving me a deafening slap.
“I just wanted to help you carry your bags inside, why the slap nah?” I said in between sobs.
I used my hand to massage my cheeks from the burning Sensation it had received. She settled in herself and then went to watch the television as she awaited her son. By then I was already watching TV and immediately she came instead of joining or asking for the remote control, she just went straight and turned off the television.
Questioning or having a conversation with her this time wasn’t worth it so I just stood up quietly and moved to the bedroom. I didn’t even stay up to 30 seconds before this woman began shouting my name as if I was accused of stealing. The shouts were getting too much and then I decided to go and meet her. She went and then mama began her own by telling her that the food she prepared wasn’t what she wanted to eat.
I went to the kitchen and began preparing what she requested for and by the time I was done, her son had already come back. They began gisting and having their normal conversation as usual, this time around by cutting me out of the discussion.
As I was about to join them in the dinning, Obinna told his mother about my condition from the hospital. Mama turned over to me and kept rolling her eyes up and down at me as if we had a problem. The way she looked at me was enough to get me unconscious and scared, and then suddenly she called me to come and said that she wanted to inquire about something from me.
“Why won’t you get pregnant?” She asked me to look at me and then her son.
“Mama, I would. The doctor said “me and you should work on ourselves.” I answered almost immediately.
“So you’re insulating that my son, Obinna, is the cost of your barrenness.” She inquired looking at me as if I said something out of the ordinary.
Before I could say anything again, Obinna quickly pretended and defended me in front of his mother. I was surprised at that sudden change of attitude, why wouldn’t he behave as he normally does. I knew his mother’s reason for her actions and it was because of how we weren’t able to get her a grandchild.
But what could be said of Obinna, his own character was weird and awkward. With all things said and done, his mother gave us the local medicine she brought from the village and then she showed us how to cook it. As mama was about to see her daughter who lived also in the same city, she called me again and this time around instead of the harsh treatment, she hugged me and apologized. Honestly, the mama I knew was not harsh to me before and that’s why forgiving her wasn’t a difficult task for me. And moreover, I had never for once taken her dramas to heart.
So that day, after mama had left, Obinna asked me to iron one of the clothes he was going to wear to work. While ironing, he called me and instructed me to take his shoes and go and dust it. You cab hi ohene ome on+2348055889183 for more intriguing stories .I was confused and lost count of what I was doing and doing so, I forgot I had placed the iron on top of the clothes and then mistakenly I burnt the clothes.
My husband came and saw the clothes before me and then when I came he called me and began be@ting me like he normally does but this time he intenfied it. And then asked me to come and kneel down near him. Before I knew what was happening, this man placed the hot iron on my back.
I screamed with pain, as I felt my back peeling off, I ran to the door but it was locked. My back was on fire and then as I was running looking for where to enter but this man kept chasing me, I entered our room and then locked the door and rushed into the bathroom, turned on the tap but it wasn’t working at all.
Obinna kept banging the door like his life depended on it, since I wasn’t listening to his thr_@ts and wasn’t showing any sign of opening the door anytime soon. He had to call his friend who lended him a shirt and when he asked about me, he simply told them that I had traveled and locked the door on him.
And on going out he also locked the door again, making it impossible for me to go out. We were living on the 5th floor of a storey building and there was no way I could jump out the window, so I ended up rubbing palm oil on the back and gradually the pains subsided.
Leaving the marriage was the only thing on my mind and then I rushed inside our room to search for any of the spare keys so as to run for my safety. And then the thought of what would happen next hit me up to realization. If I should leave now, where would I crash in?
Maybe you guys don’t know my story and why I was clinging on to Obinna despite what I was going through. I lost my parents in a ghastly accident in just one day. After their burial, life became tough, rough and hard for me. I had to see myself through school till I graduated.
I went through heaven and earth just to make ends meet, unfortunately for me, all my father’s brothers and relatives mostly had joinery over to the great beyond. So I had no one to support me other than myself. Our house was forcibly taken from me and used to make a burial ceremony for my parents.
Even after my secondary school, I had to work for 4 years to save up enough money so that I could go to the university as my parents had always wished for me.
It was during last year that I got to me Obinna, whom I was now married to. So that’s why I’m still stuck to Obinna to now. While searching for keys, I stumble on one envelope. This particular envelope was hidden under our wardrobe and what brought my attention to that place was mysterious.
Out of curiosity, I opened the file and I saw different kinds of papers. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t control it. The urge to keep opening it came on me and I did. And then…..
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