Married To An Atheist - S01 E06

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Married To An Atheist - S01 E06

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

Amos reached for the torchlight on the stool and turned it on. I smiled, staring at him in the light. “Are we going to stop?” I asked, not wanting to stop.

“No, honey.” He leant in a third, and cupped my boobs. “We—” he stopped, turning to face the door. “What’s that?”

I asked, trying to understand. “What’s what?” my ears captured the sound, and I said, “Oh, it’s just mama praying.”

He asked, “Praying?” the light illuminated his face, showing the expression he wore.

“Yes. Praying,” I wanted to ask if there was a problem but stopped. The anger on his face vanished, and a vague expression—one I couldn’t understand—surfaced. “Why are you…?”

He interrupted as always. “By this time of the night?”

I looked confused, watching him get out of bed. “Wh-where are you going?” I called and got out alongside.

“Why will she be praying at this hour? Doesn’t she know the time?”

“I-I don’t understand,” my brows furrowed. My forehead wrinkled, and my eyes rolled in their sockets. Showing how I felt, irritated by his unnecessary rage, I asked him to calm down, not wanting an outburst—I walked behind him and let him open the door.

“What time is it?”

I had no idea.

“I2:47,” he looked at the wall clock, reminding me it was there.

“12:47!” I said out loud and followed him. “But she’s just doing her usual vigil. You don’t have to take it as anything.” I said to him as we got her room. “You don’t have to make a fuss about everything. It’s just prayers.”

He turned. “Prayers?”

I accidentally brushed my lips against my teeth. “Prayers!” I felt a slight pain.

Amos knocked on the door of ‘Mama’s’, and called her name—’twice’

Mama opened the door and, with a scarf around her head, asked us to come in.

Amos said, “Mama, there is no need…” in a tone I didn’t like, going on to say, “Please lower your voice.”

“Babe!”

He ignored me, and continued. “Your voice is so loud. The kids are sleeping.”

“Amos, what is wrong with you?”

Mama signaled to me to be quiet, and gave a faint smile and said, “Okay, my son.”

Then it dawned on me that my instinct was right. I’M MARRIED TO AN ATHEIST!

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“I don’t like the way you talked to mama,” I said the minute the door came close.

“How did I talk to her?”

Unbelievable! “How did you talk to her?” I gaped at him, raising one brow. My mind went to the time it was Christmas, and how he had behaved—

“Kowe, go and call your dad. His phone is ringing.” I called from the kitchen and wiped my hands on the downside of my cloth.

“I’m here! Hello?”

I made to turn the stew, while Amos talked with the person on the phone.

“Who was that?” I came out when he was done. The call was brief.

I remembered hearing him tell the caller that he was going to call him back. Or her—

I pushed the dining chair out and sat down, settled my gaze on him, and asked interestingly, “Is it the man you talked about when we were in the room? Mr Hassan?”

He answered shortly. “No one.”

“Mommy, are we going to kill chicken?” Kowe’s voice made us realize we weren’t alone.

“Chicken for what?” Amos’s voice grew hoarse.

“For Christmas!” Kowe replied in a jolly tone, which was cut short.

“No one’s killing any chicken.” Amos thundered and left the living room.

“Mommy,” Kowe ran to me. “Why doesn’t daddy like Christmas?”

My brows pulled down, and sadness overrode my face.

We didn’t celebrate Christmas the way we wanted because of Amos. My kids loved the holiday tradition but weren’t given a chance to celebrate—

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“You’re a hater for Christmas… a hater for prayers,” I said with arms folded. I had not like the way he talked to mama. “You made her notice you didn’t like she was praying…”

“Her voice was loud!”

“Huh?”

“Yes!”

“You’re unbelievable,”

“You’re the one who wanted your Mom to stay here—” I thought I heard him mumble.

I gasped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He ignored me. It was clear he didn’t want mama staying with us. The man I married has completely changed… wow!