Sarah was scrolling through the internet when a notification popped up on her WhatsApp. It was a message from an unknown number. She tapped on it, and the pictures loaded.
Her eyes widened. It was Bolaji and Sandra, in an inappropriate pose. Her hands trembled as she stared at the screen, unable to believe what she was seeing.
So this is it? she thought. So he went to her place to do nonsense? How could he?
She checked the sender's name and got an even bigger shock—it was Sandra herself who had sent the pictures. What exactly is her motive?
But instead of calling or confronting her, Sarah made up her mind. Bolaji will meet me here, she whispered, shaking her legs restlessly.
Sandra, on the other hand, smiled as she saw that Sarah had read the message. That was her plan—to hurt her. She knew Sarah came from a poor home and that Bolaji didn't hold her in high regard. To Sandra, that made it easy to disrespect her.
Bolaji woke up around 4pm at Sandra's place, freshened up, and picked his car key.
Sandra: "When am I going to see you again?"
Bolaji: "Your place is quite far… but soon, anyway."
Sandra: "I'll miss you."
Bolaji only smiled, then drove out. On the way, he decided to buy a gift for Sarah. Strange, he thought, why hasn't she called me?
He dialed her number, but she didn't pick. He hissed. Could she be sleeping?
He dropped a message:
Cook rice and beans. I'm on my way.
Sarah saw the call, ignored it, and when the message arrived, she hissed. Didn't she already feed him? I won't cook anything.
She went into the kitchen, cooked noodles for herself, ate, and cleaned up before Bolaji's return.
Bolaji arrived home around 7pm. When he entered the bedroom, he didn't see Sarah. Could she be asleep? Or maybe she didn't see my message?
He called her name, but there was no response. He went to the kitchen and was stunned—she hadn't cooked anything. Could she have run away? No, the security guard would have told him.
Finally, he returned to the room, and there she was—sitting on the bed, frowning, her phone in her hand. Relief washed over him for a moment, but anger quickly followed.
Bolaji: "Didn't you see my calls?"
Sarah only hissed.
Bolaji, surprised, raised his voice: "Why didn't you cook? And why didn't you return my calls?"
Sarah: "Why should I cook for you? Didn't she already feed you?"
Bolaji froze.
Bolaji: "What are you talking about? Are you okay?"
Sarah: "I should be asking if you're okay. You're not okay. Only someone m@d would commit adultery barely two weeks into marriage."
Bolaji's heart skipped.
Bolaji: "What are you saying?"
Sarah: "Don't bother denying. She sent it to me herself."
She thrust her phone in his face. Bolaji stared at the picture, dumbfounded. Why would Sandra do this? He sighed.
Sarah: "See it? You're shamel@ss. I've made a t@rrible mistake marrying you."
Bolaji's face hardened.
Bolaji: "And what's your business with my life? Listen, I married you. I own you. Whatever I do is none of your business. Wait—so this is why you ignored my calls and refused to cook for me?"
Sarah: "And if I cook for you, you will eat it? You must be really sh@meless—"
Before she could finish, a hot slap landed on her cheek.
To be continued…