Olusegun became increasingly uncomfortable after Nifemi took their daughter to visit her parents. It had been over two weeks since she left on unplanned. Because it was a Muslim funeral, Nifemi had to call to Olusegun to request to let her stay back through the final burial rights. Even when they communicated regularly over the phone, he missed his family.
The other woman had no less proven very helpful keeping him company. The one-time woman he wouldn’t even look at now becomes his regular zone for comfort. Bunmi and Olusegun got to develop a weakness for each other so fast. She even began to visit him in the privacy of his chalet. His family members didn’t like the sudden closeness between the other woman and kin. Yet it didn’t cross their minds to tell Nifemi about the dodgy unfolding. Mama feared it would come to this. Her son was oblivious of a desperate woman’s con to get what she wants. It bothered Mama that her son was fast indulging in the family habit of taking more than one wife. Mama knew how wearisome co-wives can be. She loved her son too much to wish him such troubles.
One rainy Friday evening, Bunmi came crying into the arms of Olusegun. She watched carefully to be sure no one saw her go into his apartment so they could not time her come out. She snuck in through the rear entrance, the one close to the general bathroom. She had a black veil to cover her face too. Seeing Bunmi in tears and drenched in the rain, Olusegun became vulnerable to pacify her.
“Calm down”, he said continuously when she wouldn’t stop crying. “What is wrong?” As Olusegun inquired endlessly, she threw herself on him seeking consolation. He reluctantly held her. He tried to comfort her. While she forged that she wouldn’t be consoled, she enjoyed the feel of his strong muscles while she sniffed the sweet smell of his body.
“Talk to me, please”, he insisted holding her out by her shoulders. “I don’t like the way you are crying. Whatever it is, you know you can confide in me that is why you came to me. Please tell me, what is it?”
Between sobs, Bunmi spoke. “Muiz … he broke up with me”.
“Why? What did he say you did wrong?”, he asked.
“People told him they have been seeing you and I together a lot lately. He doesn’t trust me anymore”. Bunmi burst into tears again.
“Really” Olusegun raised eyebrow in irritated sarcasm. “I guess he never trusted you at all in the first place then. It was good he broke up with you now than later into the relationship. You will be better without him. You don’t need him. He’s just a coward. Is that why you’re crying this much?”. He lifted her slobbered face, wiped away her tears and smiled a comforting smile. “You are better than that”. It almost sounded like a whisper.
Bunmi fell in love with the way he held and spoke to her with such concern. She smiled back through her teary eyes and held him tightly in a wet embrace. They sat on his wooden bed. Olusegun could feel her body pressing against his body. The weather was cold; it had been raining. He felt the swelling nerve rise from his head and it flowed throughout his body. His chest rose as he inhaled an amount of cold air to ease his increasingly erratic nerve. He felt her breasts pressed harder against him. He shot his eyes tight as his entire body clenched at the intimacy of the moment. Bunmi held on, now even tighter than before. She prayed he wouldn’t shove her off. The moment was too perfect. No one would come knocking in the midst of the heavy pouring rain.
Olusegun felt her warm breath on his bare shoulder. He wore only a fitted singlet and a pair of boxers. He struggled to wriggle out of her embrace as the situation aroused him. He thought of sending her away to avoid the awkwardness of the moment, but not in the rain. Then he felt embarrassed to release himself from her embrace for fear of seeing his throbbing penis through his boxers. The rise of his penis told the story of what was going on in his head, regardless of his attempt to escape her embrace. Bunmi gently unwrapped her arms. She looked at his boxers craftily. When her eyes met his again, before she could flutter her lashes as though embarrassed, he sprang forward, forced her lips apart with his tongue, twisting and rolling it at every corner of her mouth as he relished the taste of it. She struggled to push him off.
“What are you doing?” she acted surprised. “We aren’t even attracted to each other”. Olusegun pretended to think of what she said and attempted to refrain himself. He moved an inch away from her but he was already aroused. His body wanted her. His penis needed her warmth. He couldn’t think straight. As he looked at her again looking back at him with flirtatious eyes, he knew she wanted him as much as his body did. And then when he went toward her again, this time he was softer and leading. She kept her eyes on him and followed his every move until they closed their eyes and went down on his bed in ecstasy.
Olusegun spent a better part of the next day in regret and misery. He locked himself up in his room. Even when everyone in the compound left for the Asalat prayers at the Mosque two days later, he stayed in his room still. Everyone wondered what suddenly happened to him. He seemed alright when he left everyone in the courtyard that Friday evening. But in the morning, he wanted to be left alone. His attitude was unfriendly and livid. Perhaps he was missing Nifemi and the baby, they thought.
Yet, the thought of the incident ever coming to Nifemi’s knowledge was what killed him silently. But then again he comforted himself with the assurance that it would never happen again with Bunmi. As far as he was concerned, she also was supposedly embarrassed enough to show her face around him. She had put on her clothes quietly in a manner that showed she was mortified afterward. She left his room, saying not a word to him. He hoped she wasn’t upset, at least not enough to stir up troubles later. Then he began to worry also about Bunmi in the same way he worried for Nifemi.
“Is everything alright?” Mama asked when she visited his chalet.
“Everything is fine”, he answered defensively. He sat up on his bed as he quickly reached for his shirt on the chair to cover up his seemingly obvious secret through his bare chest.
“I hope so. You have been strange for some days now. You barely eat anymore. You even missed the Asalat this morning. Whatever it is that’s bothering you, fix it. It’s becoming obvious.”
“I wasn’t really hungry yesterday and I brought some answer sheets home to mark. They are quite many”.
“I’m not the one who needs convincing”. Mama said indifferently. “Whatever it is, fix it before Nifemi and the baby return. Ngbọ, when are you going to fetch them?” Mama had to ask.
“We haven’t really talked about that. I didn’t want to hurry her”.
“I thought you said you were picking them up yesterday.”
“What?”, he stammered. “Er … yes but she requested for more time”
“I’m sure she did. I will be in my room if you need anything”.
“Yes ma”, Olusegun heaved a sigh of relief at his mother’s departure. He didn’t need her hounding him so much.
“That reminds me”, Mama entered a second later. “You need to distance yourself from that Bunmi. Apart from the fact that I don’t like your friendship with her, she needs to get comfortable with not being around you so often. Nifemi wouldn’t be pleased”.
“Yes ma”, Olusegun responded sharply.
When Nifemi had not heard from Olusegun for a long while, she decided to put a call through to him at the Polytechnic. She was more frustrated when at every call, the message was “he can’t come to the telephone right now. I’m sorry”. She wondered if she had done or said something wrong the last time they spoke. Nevertheless, she did not want to throw caution to the wind. She had been away for a long time and was beginning to think that the separation was causing a strain on her relationship. She wanted to go to him immediately. Mama Savage understood when she said, “I have to go back today”.