I HAVE DRUNK STRANGE WATERS - Episode 8

EPISODE 8

“Miss Cynthia you can take your leave”

“Why have you been avoiding me? What did I do?”

The statement caught me unaware and I didn’t know how to respond.

 “I mean you rarely respond to my greetings and you have not said one word to me since we resumed work,” she said looking desperate.

“I am not aware that we are friends, Miss Cynthia. How I behave is my choice and you should respect that”

“At least you should let me know what I did. You were so warm to me in your car after the party” she said pleadingly.

I mulled over her request and later decided that there is no harm in telling her what happened.

“You disrespected my wife that day Miss Cynthia, at least you should have offered your greetings when you came out of the car”

“Your wife? I am not sure I have ever met her before”

“The woman who rushed to greet me at the bus stop,” I said and I saw the shock on her face.

“She is your wife? You are married to someone that looked like that?” she said still looking shocked and it sounded like an accusation to me.

“What my wife looked like is none of your business Miss Cynthia!” I said hitting the table. It was my turn to become worked up; I think getting people worked up is her specialty.

“I am sorry Sir, I thought she was just a neighbor. I didn’t have the slightest inclination…  I never had any idea that she was your wife” she said innocently and I noticed the use of the past tense “was”

“She is still very much my wife Miss Cynthia, I believe you understand the use of tenses,” I said struggling to regain my composure.

“Whichever way I am sorry Femi. I am not a rude person, please forgive me. I believe we are building a friendship and I don’t want something like that to come between us” she said looking tempting.

“Apology accepted, you can go back to your work. I am busy” I said and I watched her cat walked out of my office. I was mesmerized by her shapely buttock.

Then it hit me a few seconds later “She just called me Femi, not Mr. Femi”

I was busy throughout the day so I had no time to think about Cynthia. I had told Kike that I wanted to move into the new apartment the company gave me but she kept telling me to wait till I get my salary to arrange and stock up the place. I leave home by 4:00AM and most times the clock is pushing towards 12:00AM before I get home.

I got home that day and my wife was waiting for me as usual, I wonder why Kike never gets tired of taking care of me.

“Welcome dear, how was your day?” she said looking tired.

I hugged her, and for the first time, I took a perfect look at her. Kike is short and black; her black skin that always shone when I met her is now looking dull. Her face looked worn out, her teaching job has taken its toll on her. She used to be attractive but she is now looking plain.

I remembered Cynthia and her well sumptuous body, her figure was always perfect and she looks stunning. No wonder she was shocked I am married to a woman like Kike.

“How was your day?” Kike said when she noticed I just stood at a spot staring at her.

“Stressful as usual,” I said taking off my jacket. I checked the time and it was 11:45PM. Then my phone rang.

“Let me take your jacket into the room while you pick your call,” Kike said as she took my jacket from me.

I looked at the number, and it was an unknown number “Hello, Femi speaking.”
“Hello, Mr. Femi” I hear Cynthia speak and my body went frozen immediately.

“Where did you get my number and what do you want?” I said panicking. Kike must never know it was Cynthia calling.

“I got your number from the supervisor. I was feeling guilty about what you said the other time so I thought I should apologize to your wife. Are you home now? Can you give the phone to her?”

Kike came out of the room and saw me standing with the phone glued to my ear.

“Who is that dear?” She said yawning.

To be continued...

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