Love with bitter tear - Season 1 - Episode 3

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Love with bitter tear - Season 1 - Episode 3

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As soon as he stepped into the
house, the aroma emanating
from the kitchen almost
knocked him off his feet. His
wife seemed to be a little
calmer of late yet he was
finding it difficult to even say
hello to her. He had to put up a
front anytime Sammy was
within earshot or with them.

But he spent most of his time
in his library pretending to be
engulfed with work. Rebecca
took it as a point of duty to get
back home from work earlier
than usual to prepare his meal
and do some other house
chores which she always took
for granted before their big
quarrel. She was in the kitchen
preparing Ogbono soup when
she heard the door squeal
open. She ran to the corridor
which was in between the
living room and the kitchen
and also served as the entrance
to the house. He was already
heading for the guest room
when she stopped him.

Rebecca: “Darling welcome
back, how was work today? I
noticed how busy you were at
work today” she said trying to
pretend all was well between
them.

Richard: “You did well by
noticing. Thank you” He said
nonchalantly.

Rebecca: “I am preparing your
best meal of pounded yam
with ogbono this time. Hope
you will eat?”

Richard: “No thanks, I have
eaten already. I am tired, can I
go in now?”

Rebecca: “Hmmmmmm!

Richard please it’s enough
already. I think you’ve
punished me enough?”

Richard: “I am not out to
punish you”

Rebecca: “Then what are you
doing? When was the last time
you ate in this house? When
was the last time you spoke to
me like your life partner?”

Richard: “You have no right to
ask me any questions right
now after what you did to
me…Can I go inside now?”

Rebecca: “I have apologized
countless times for that day.
It’s okay though but you
should know I will not give up
on us, for my children’s sake, I
will keep fighting”

Richard: “What do you mean
by for our children’s sake? We
only have one child”

Rebecca: “Honey God has
answered our prayer at last. I
am pregnant, I am carrying
your child again” she said
moving closer to her
dumbfounded husband.

Richard: “How? Why are you
pregnant now of all times? Are
you sure that baby is mine?”

Rebecca: “What is that
supposed to mean?” she
retorted angrily

Richard: “Well this is 21 st
century, we will find out when
it’s time.” He said and started
walking away from his wife
who was rooted to a spot
staring into thin air.

Rebecca: “I can’t believe you
just said that Richie… I can’t
believe it has gotten up to this”

Richard: “Yes it has! Who
knows? It might be for one of
your soldier boyfriends” he
roared from the front of his
room.

Rebecca: “Okay! Sammy’s class
teacher wants to see us,
though I told her we are a busy
lot but we can always go
during lunch break” she
announced.

Richard: “Then you should go
alone. I will be busy even
during lunch break” he said
sitting on the bed and pulling
off his socks, then his shirt.

Rebecca: “But it’s Sammy we
are talking about. Please for his
sake?” she said swallowing
hard at the sight of his bare
chest as adrenaline rushed into
her veins.

Richard: “Good! Good! Can you
excuse me now? As you can
see I am undressing” he said
pulling his trousers remaining
only his boxers.

Rebecca: “Uhm! Uhn! Okay! I
will leave now” she said
without bulging from where
she stood ogling at his well-
built body frame and the bulge
inside his boxers. “Yeah sure I
should excuse you right? Are
you sure? “She said with a
deep desire laden voice.

Richard: “Oh yeah!” he said
smiling within himself,
knowing the effects he was
having on her.

Ophelia Harrisons (Miss Opha)
was a lady who loved her job
more than anything. She was
so beautiful that she could bag
a modeling contract in
Broadway without breaking a
tiny drop of sweat. People took
her for an half cast or a
foreigner because of how fair
she was. She had a height, gait
and curves that made heads
turn wherever she went. She
had men at the tip of her
fingers and had things easy for
her. Her father was a Professor
of History and International
Studies in the University of
Benin and was the only child of
her parents. She sat facing
Richard that noon in the
secluded class during break
time.

Opha: “Welcome Mr. Rotimi…

Thanks for honoring my
invitation sir but where is your
wife? I thought you were
coming together?”

Richard: “Something came up
so she couldn’t make it. So why
did you ask to see us? Hope
there is no problem?”

Opha: “There is no problem just
that I noticed something about
Sammy lately”

Richard: “What happened? Is
he doing something wrong?”
he asked adjusting nervously
on his seat.

Opha: “Not at all, just that he
seems quite absent minded
and withdrawn lately. He
hardly plays with his friend any
more neither does he pay
attention in class. Please sir is
something happening in your
home that you think might be
affecting him adversely?”

Richard: “Nothing I can think
of. Maybe he is just in that
phase of his life?”

Opha: “Are you sure? Just see
me as a friend and talk to me
okay? I am here to help and
nothing more. I only want the
welfare of my pupils, stuffs like
this happen all the time and its
mostly because of a problem
the child is witnessing at home.

So if there’s anything you feel I
should know, please tell me”
Richard wriggled his hands like
a little boy facing panel in
school. He debated whether to
tell the goddess sitting before
him the problems he was
going through in his marriage
or not. He looked into her eyes
and what he saw was as
harmless as any dove could be
so he decided to open up to
her.

Richard: “Well…” he went
ahead to tell her everything he
and his wife were going
through in their home. She was
taken aback at how things
could turn for the worse for
two lovers out of the blues.

Opha: “Wow! Now I am more
convinced in my opinion about
marriage” she said more to
herself than to Richard. “I will
suggest you two work things
out and please try to forgive
her for your son’s sake. You
don’t want to see him grow up
a broken man who…” she was
interrupted by the wailing of
the bell. Break was over. “Okay
break is over…we still have a
lot to talk about so here’s my
card, give me a call anytime
you feel like, as a friend” she
said extending her card to him,
he collected it, dipped his hand
in his hip pocket and brought
out his wallet, took a card from
it and handed it over to her
too.

Richard: “Thanks a lot Miss,
now I am convinced my son is
in good hands. In case I forget
to give you a call, don’t
hesitate to remind me through
the number there” he said
gesturing to the card in her left
hand.

Opha: “Oh sure!” she smiled as
they shook hands. She watched
as he hurriedly left the
classroom checking his wrist
watch over and over again. She
could not help but feel sorry
for him, the burden he is forced
to carry around in the name of
marriage made her heart sink
with grieve. She was never a
strong advocate of marriage,
she once told her parents she’d
rather have a child out of
wedlock than be held captive
in an unhappy marriage.

When she got home that
evening after lesson periods,
she met her mum and best
friend Gloria discussing in their
well-furnished sitting room.

The house itself spoke volumes
of its occupants and she loved
showing it off to her friends.

Opha: “See who is here today,
it’s the almighty newly
wedded wife of Johnson. What
brought you out of you crib
today?” she said jovially,
dropping her bag on the glass
table and slumping down
beside her friend, hugging her
from behind.

Maggy: “So it’s only your friend
you see here right? I am not
human you this ill-mannered
girl” her mum feigned
annoyance.

Opha: “I am sorry mum, I just
got carried away seeing this
lass here today. Good
afternoon ma” she greeted her
mum and walked over, placed
a light kiss on her cheek and
went back to her former
position beside her friend.

Gloria: “Don’t mind her mum.

She is just looking for a way to
look for my trouble”

Opha: “let’s go to my room girl,
we have a lot to catch up on”
she said drawing her along
with her.

Maggy: “Glo please advise your
friend to go and get married
too o, abi what is all these
wahala sef, for how long will I
keep housing a fully grown
woman?” she called after
them.

Opha: “Don’t mind her dear,
she just wouldn’t let me rest in
this house. I am not interested
in getting married or has
marriage become a do or die
affair?” she said to her friend
after closing the door to her
room to give them better
privacy…