Sacrilege - Season 1 - Episode 8

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Sacrilege - Season 1 - Episode 8

He moved to her and knelt by the bed, his heart in his mouth. “Laura” he called softly.
Laura made no move, staring at the wall like there was a boring movie being displayed on it; only her occasionally blinking eyes showed that she was actually conscious. “Please talk to me, my love, please…” Deolu pleaded. He didn’t know what he had expected. He had imagined her raving and screaming, crying and even punching him endlessly, but for the life of him, he hadn’t imagined her staring on like there was no life left in her body. He would have been able to bear her raving and screaming at him but this silence was tearing him to pieces. He couldn’t tell what was going on in her head and it scared the hell out of him. “I… I am sorry Laura… I am sooo sorry” he murmured as his voice shook. Tears sprang to his eyes. He stood up, unable to stay still under so much tension.
“I was so stupid. I… I didn’t know what I was thinking and I regret all that I did, Laura. I never wanted to hurt you, my love, I swear it. It was a mistake; it was all a big terrible mistake, Laura. I am sorry.” He said forcefully, staring down at Laura’s unmoving form.

Laura blinked, still staring into space. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “So, it is true what they say” she finally mouthed in a quiet, chapped and lifeless voice. “Men are polygamous in nature. It doesn’t matter how much love you shower on them, they would still go out to hunt fresh thighs”
Deolu swallowed heavily. He had never seen so much emptiness in the eyes of his wife before. He had sworn to keep her happy always, to never ever hurt her; time and time again, he had broken that promise. “Please don’t say that, Laura. It was a mistake” his voice shook. “A big stupid mistake, please believe me, honey” he pleaded desperately as he knelt down by the bed. “I love you… you know that”

“I don’t know anything anymore” Tears slipped out of her eyes, disappearing into the pillow as Laura’s eyes turned slowly, looking straight into Deolu’s eyes. Her face was completely expressionless as she stared continuously at him. She saw his devastation, saw the tears which had slipped down his cheeks. She couldn’t remember ever seeing Deolu in tears, and as much as her hands itched to wipe the tears off his face, her hands remained glued heavily to her sides. She blinked and looked down briefly. “Tell me one thing. Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy sleeping with your best friend instead of me?” her voice broke in her effort to keep tears at bay.

Deolu stared at her, shocked and stupefied. He had no idea as to how he would answer that. “Laura… please…”
Laura watched Deolu struggle to find words and blinked as tears slipped out of her eyes. She turned her back to him, hiding a wince as her head slammed with renewed vigor. She had cried so much but even now, her throat burned with fresh unshed tears. It would have been easy for her if Deolu had told her that sleeping with his best friend had been totally horrible. Maybe it would have made the pain a little less painful. Maybe it would have rubbed an ointment on her bruised ego, but here, she saw clearly that he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. She wondered what his reaction would have been if she asked if he loved Teju. She wondered if he’d also stutter and be at a loss for words.

Laura had been scared of the connection Deolu had with Teju. They were both from the same tribe; from the same village, in fact. Their mothers were good friends, they grew up together; they had a lot in common. A lot of times, they both communicated in their language while Laura was made to watch like a spectator. She didn’t want to seem like a jealous overprotective wife, so instead, she had made friends with Teju, drawing her in so that she would feel more comfortable with her when she was around. Tito had warned her countlessly… If only she had known… If only she had known that she had openly embraced the devil who would one day wreck her life, love and marriage…