Read Chapter XXV here.
Bisi stared at her husband with teary eyes after he kissed her for the last time. He got off her and laid beside her. Bisi turned her back towards him and the first of many tear drops fell on her face. She sniffed back the tears when Fiifi wound his arm around her middle.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly. She nodded, afraid her voice would give her away. Before he could say anymore, Bisi got out of bed and entered the bathroom. She switched on the light and leaned against the door. Slowly, her legs gave up beneath her and she found herself sitting on the floor. She broke into uncontrollable sobs.
She felt cheated and used. Finding out a near-decade of her marriage life was a sham with a husband who couldn’t trust her enough to come clean broke her heart. The signs were always there but she couldn’t see them. Maybe she did but she refused to acknowledge them. Living in a bubble thinking she had the ‘dream family’ was enough for her to ignore the red flags. Now that she knew, she couldn’t un-know them. Why he insisted on keeping the identity of Nhyira’s mother from her although she was back in their lives, she just couldn’t figure out. She felt so silly believing and hoping that her husband was any different from the others. Where did she go wrong?
Fiifi realized Bisi had kept long in the bathroom. He wondered if she was okay as he got out of bed and approached the door. He paused a few steps away when he heard some soft sounds. He quietly walked to the door and listened. Bisi was crying.
“B, are you crying?” Bisi caught her breath in her throat.
“No, I’m not.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Go to bed, I’ll join you soon.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah,” her voice broke. Fiifi noticed she was crying.
“What’s wrong, B?”
“Nothing, I’m good.” She sniffed.
“Did I hurt you?” Bisi laid her head back, thudding against the door. She didn’t reply.
“B? Was I too rough?”
“But I hurt you,” he pressed. Bisi sighed. He wasn’t going to leave her alone to cry out her pain.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s okay, Fii.”
“It’s not okay if you have to hide out in the bathroom to cry. I’m coming in.”
“Open the door, B.” Bisi got off the bathroom floor and opened the door. Fiifi’s eyes widened at the state of his wife’s face; all puffed up and sore red eyes.
“B, I’m so sorry. You should have told me.” He touched her face and wiped away her tears with the tissue in her hand.
“Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She nodded. He hugged her.
“Let’s go back to bed.” They snuggled on the bed and for the first time in many years, Bisi didn’t feel belonged in his arms. It felt as if she was lying with a total stranger. His kisses on her neck felt cold. She wished she could sleep anywhere but beside him that night but as if he were reading her mind, he tightened his grip around her. Bisi sighed. This was going to be a long night.
The alarm woke them both. Fiifi glanced at Bisi who hadn’t turned the whole night so still had her back towards him.
“B, are you awake?”
“Yeah. You can use the bathroom first.” He sat up.
“Are you okay?” She nodded. He held her chin and made her look at him. Something was missing in her eyes. Some spark. She seemed distant.
“I’m so sorry about last night.” Bisi managed a smile.
“It’s okay. Go ahead. I want to sleep a little more.” He kissed her forehead and got out of bed. Bisi watched him enter the bathroom and close the door and sighed.
Fiifi didn’t seem to have the courage to tell her the truth. She had to find her own way to settle the issue once and for all. She could only do so if she confronted Constance…woman to woman. But how could she when she didn’t have her number? Her eyes strayed to drawer next to Fii’s side of the bed. She bit her lip as she considered the idea.
Ever since they got married, they had trusted each other enough to respect each other’s phone privacy. Although they knew each other’s password, no one gave the other a reason to snoop. But desperate circumstances called for desperate measures. And this situation was dire. She looked at the bathroom door and rolled over to his side and she reached for it.
The phone rang. Bisi’s hand froze mid-air. When the bathroom door suddenly opened, Bisi quickly put her hand and head down on the pillow and closed her eyes.
“Want the whole bed to yourself, huh?” Fiifi said as he walked to the bed and took the phone.
He answered the call.
“Hello…yeah. Thanks for reminding me…” He entered the bathroom and closed the door. Bisi hit the bed angrily with her fist. She knew she couldn’t straight up ask for her number without raising his suspicions. She got out of bed and went to the kitchen.
She was preparing oats when Kukuaa entered.
“Good morning, mum.”
“Good morning, Kuks.”
“Not too well. You?”
“Was quite restless too. Are you going to confront dad?”
“No; he’s just going to deny it. I won’t put him in the position to lie to me anymore. I have to find a way to confirm that it’s Constance.”
“Constance? Who’s Constance? Wait, the lady in the photos with daddy at the health walk?”
She nodded as she kept stirring.
“Do you think they are having an affair?”
“I’m not sure. If only I could get my hand on his phone, I could get her number.”
“But you sleep with him on the same bed. Why not just take it?”
“I tried; it rang before I could touch it and your daddy came for it. It feels so wrong. I don’t want to be that kind of wife.”
“You don’t have to feel bad about it, mother. It is for a good cause. If you don’t want dad to feel suspicious, let me take care of it. I’ll be back.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Ask and you shall receive, right? I’m going to ask my daddy for his phone,” she said with an innocent smile. She winked and walked out. Bisi sighed.
Kukuaa entered her parents’ bedroom. She saw her dad’s phone on the bed. She could hear the shower running. She went to the door.
“Dad? Daddy, can I use your phone for a minute?”
“Yes, dad. May I please use your phone? I’m just checking something out. Will return it in a jiffy.”
“Okay; don’t edit or delete anything.”
“I won’t. Thanks, daddy!” Kukuaa grabbed the phone and was out the door the next second.
Bisi was pouring sugar into the bowl of oats when Kukuaa entered. She placed the phone on the slab.
“Impressive. Look for Constance’s number for me.” Kukuaa scowled after trying to unlock the screen.
“Um…I think dad has changed the pattern.”
“Give it.” Kukuaa handed it to her and Bisi unlocked it. She gave it back.
“Are you going to share it?”
“But you know I know yours, right?”
“I do. No matter what I come up with, you seem to find your way around it. I’m beginning to fear that I’ve given birth to a hacker.” Kukuaa laughed.
“Um…mum, we seem to have a problem.”
“What is it?”
“There is no contact named Constance.”
“What about Connie?” Kukuaa shook her head.
“Dad has a truckload of contacts. We don’t have enough time to go through the list to try out the funny ones.”
“Luck doesn’t seem to be on my side. Let’s forget it then.”
“Wait, let’s see the chats. Maybe, we’d find her.” She opened WhatsApp. She handed it to her mother to key in the password.
“Okay…let’s see.” Bisi turned off the fire and sprinkled water on the oats. She covered it.
“Not yet. Wait, I see Nhyira. That’s weird. Nhyira doesn’t have a phone.”
Kukuaa opened the chat.
“Yep, that’s the one.”
“Smart,” Bisi remarked. “Okay, save the number on my phone.”
“Why not send her a message on dad’s phone? If you contact her directly, she’d suspect something and give dad a heads up,” Kukuaa suggested.
“But I don’t know her residence. I was hoping I could go talk to her there.”
Kukuaa was quiet for a while as she scrolled up. A sly smile crept up her face.
“God really loves you, mum. The directions are here. Apparently, dad asked for it not too long ago. Let me forward it to you.” She selected that conversation and forwarded to Bisi’s number.
“So what should I type? We need to be quick. Dad might be coming for it soon.”
“Can we meet around 3pm today? I’ll come over to your place,” Bisi dictated. Kukuaa nodded.
“Okay. Take the phone back.”
“Let me delete it first.”
“So daddy doesn’t see this message. If he does, he’d suspect something is going on when he knows he didn’t send the message.” Kukuaa deleted it.
“Done.” They both sighed.
“It’s show time.”
Constance arched a brow when she read the message from Fiifi. She giggled. She quickly typed back. She got up and rushed to her wardrobe. She must look her best for her baby daddy, she thought excitedly as she started scanning her wardrobe.
As Fiifi waited for a file from his secretary, his mind wandered a while. He wanted to do something sweet for Bisi. Maybe the weekend away in a resort hotel didn’t sound like a bad idea. He picked his phone to make the reservation when he saw the message from Constance.
Can’t seem to get enough of me, huh? Will be looking forward to seeing you :)😆😘
Fiifi scowled. What was she talking about? If she thought she could lure him to her bed, then she must have her head examined. He thought to send a cheeky response but he decided against it and ignored the message.
Bisi was anxious about meeting Constance. What was she going to say? What if she denied it? She’d look stupid in Fiifi’s eyes when Constance was to tell him that she came by with her false allegations. But she still had to try. She was tired of the deceit; she was tired for Fii’s sake. If he couldn’t take off the burden himself, she’d do that for him. She didn’t want to believe that Fiifi was cheating on her. He wasn’t that kind of man. She never imagined herself having to face another woman in relation to her husband but here she was. Her life was becoming too dramatic for comfort. She wondered if anyone would be interested reading her life story like a novel or watching it like a TV drama series. Nah, she didn’t think so.
Constance was looking at herself in the mirror when she heard a knock on her door. She smiled.
“Please come in!” She heard the door open.
“Please have a seat. I’ll be with you in a minute. I’ve a surprise for you!” She heard no reply. She shook her head. Perhaps he was in a grumpy mood. No problem, she was the right one to set his mood right. She sprayed some perfume on herself and checked out her image in the mirror one las time. She smiled when she was satisfied with her look.
“I wore this just for…” Who she saw sitting on her couch made her heart jump so hard that she dropped her phone. A frightened scream escaped her throat. The phone hit the floor with a loud noise. The screen was cracked for sure but that was nothing compared to the awkward situation she found herself in. She remained frozen at the spot, afraid to even blink. She wished the. ground would just open up and swallow her. Hell fire was a better option than this.
Bisi stared at her coolly, giving her a once-over. When she was done, she slowly lifted her eyes to meet hers. She gave her one of her smiles which she usually reserved for the camera.
“Hi Constance. We need to talk.”
(c) Josephine Amoako 2016
Read Chapter XXVII here.