Behind Church Doors - S01 E23

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Behind Church Doors - S01 E23

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 23

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ZYAIR

“Sir! We will be closing the restaurant in the next twenty minutes. Will you make your order now or are you still waiting for your wife?” The waiter asks.

I look at the clock, 22:40, “Give me five minutes,” I respond.

Then I dial Tia’s number for the umpteenth time that evening, she hasn’t answered a single one of my calls. She only texted and said she would be slightly late for our date.

She told me to go on ahead without her and she would meet me at the restaurant after work. I have been here for the last couple of hours and my wife hasn’t shown up yet.

I came with her cake and asked them to keep it in the fridge until she came. The waitress even had our table set up with flowers just so Tia could feel special. I did everything right this evening. I rarely come to places like this because they are expensive but I saved up for some time so I could do this for her on her birthday but she decided not to show up. How embarrassing?

When her phone goes unanswered again, I signal for one of the waitresses. When she gets to my table, I hesitate before I say, “I don’t think my wife will be coming, I can’t get through to her.”

“I thought as much. Do you still want to make an order?”

“No, I think I will leave.”

“I will go and bring the cake.”

“Okay.”

I wait for a minute or two before she brings the cake, “Thank you, you can keep the flowers,” I point at the bouquet of red roses I bought for Tia on my way here.

“Thank you,” she picks them up immediately. I can see the excitement on her face as she sniffs them. Smiling, I head out of the restaurant.

When I get home an hour later, there’s no sign of Tia and I try to call her again but this time her phone is off. Putting the cake in the fridge, I change into my pajamas and decide to call it a night. I am just tired of trying to make things work between Tia and I. Ever since she joined that church and started working she has turned into a different person.

I don’t know what to do anymore but I will probably have to call for a meeting with both sides of the family to address what’s happening between us. Because what type of married woman would be working this late? What sort of job does she even do at that church that keeps her out of the house this late?

TIA

I abruptly awaken to the sound of the ringing phone blazing inside my ears, I look at my surroundings for a minute wondering where I am- Bishop’s apartment, my heart pounds in my chest. The phone stops ringing, it’s obviously not mine but his. His side of the bed is empty. I get out of bed, wrap a towel around my body and head to the living room, Bishop is watching television. There’s a program he is following, he is even taking down notes.

“Finally awake?” He asks when he sees me.

“What’s the time?”

“02.”

“What?”

I was exhausted after the intense sex that we had a couple of hours ago that I ended up sleeping instantly after the deed.

“Why do you look like that?”

“My phone?”

“I turned it off for you.”

“Zyair is going to kill me.”

“No he won’t.”

“We were supposed to have dinner together and…..I need to get home.”

“At two in the morning?”

“Yes, you could call the driver to pick me up.”

“What difference will it make if you go in the morning after you have freshened up and rested?”

“What am I supposed to tell my husband?”

“I don’t know, you will figure it out.”

“This is scary, you should have woken me up.”

‘”You were sleeping so peacefully I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Your wife doesn’t care if you sleep out?”

” This isn’t sleeping out. I am doing God’s work,” he stands up. “Come on, let’s go back to bed, you will go in the morning.”

I want to refuse but it’s very hard for me to say no to this man so I end up following him back to the bedroom.

“Your phone was ringing, it woke me up.”

He picks it and stares at it, “it’s no one important,” he says. Then he turns it off.

He climbs into the bed and I join him.

“You should know this is the work of God and you must be committed to it. You wouldn’t want him to be angry with you.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t think I can go back to sleep,” I whisper a couple of minutes later. Bishop has his hands wrapped around me and I love being in this position but I feel guilty, guilty for being here and with my husband, guilty for ignoring Zyair and not showing up for the date he organized for us.

Here,” he pours some oil onto my hand.

“Rub this on your face, you will sleep in no time,” he says.

“Okay,” I rub the oil on my face and try to sleep. True to his word, I sleep in no time

When I get up a couple of hours later, it’s almost 10 hours, Bishop isn’t in bed with me, there’s a note on the bed side table that I pick up instantly, “I had an emergency and had to leave before you woke up, take the day off work, I will call you when i am free. Call the driver to drop you home. Use the money on the table for your shopping.”

I get out of bed and head into the shower. I can’t imagine I slept that much, I need to get home and face Zyair. I don’t know what lies I will feed him, I hope I come up with something on my way home.