POSTED 11/30/2017 15:41
We just got married. Four weeks and counting and we never had any reason to disagree, not to talk of quarrelling. The happiest part of each day was the time I closed from work, when I will rush home and be with the most beautiful, interesting and funny woman on earth.
Initially, I was very terrified of getting married because of all the terrible things I read about couples who quarreled and fought day and night after one week of marriage. But we were already one month into it and still without a fight.
So I resolved in my heart that there will be no quarrels in this marriage. As usual, I could not wait to rush home to my wifey. When I stepped in, I saw her, she was there watching TV and looking beautiful. As I entered, she got up to come and greet me.
Today's movement and body language suggested she needed a hug so I wrapped her up an endearing embrace. I hugged her for a long time because I missed her all day. "Stop hugging before you hug me and finish all my juice" she quipped with a knowing look after I released her. I fell on the chair laughing and giving her the knowing look too. I was refreshed.
She smiled and said "how was work honey?”
"It was fine but its better now" I replied gazing at her.
She blinked at me. I smiled more.
"How was your day?" I paused.
"It was fine. I met an old friend when I went to the market. Her husband sales meat. It was so nice meeting her again after all these years. We used to be like 5 and 6 when were in school". She finished.
"That means you had a good time today. So what did you get from the market?" My stomach was already anticipating.
I was hungry and was always hungry for her food.
"It’s a secret. I won't tell you" she said with faked defiance.
Anyway, she led the way, I followed her to the dinning and sat down. Before "jack" I was already devouring the still warm okra soup she prepared. Most times before I came back she had already eaten. On such occasions, she only sat and watch me eat.
This was one of those occasions. The soup was tasty but I perceived a faint undesirable smell in it. It was not very obvious until I grabbed the first kpomo and hurled it into my mouth. The taste of the soup changed, smell of rotten kpomo filled up my mouth as I bit into it. Shit! What have I eaten?
I could have spit it out and tell her the meat was rotten but then I thought of all the pains she had gone through to prepare the food. I thought of how that single act can spoil her day. I thought of how that can make her angry, which could lead to our first quarrel, something I don't ever want to happen in this marriage.
All these flashed through my head while my mouth paused for a few seconds. By the time she started looking at me with concern in her eyes, I smiled and swallowed the rotten kpomo. The concern dissipated slowly. I looked into the soup, four more kpomo to go...
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