Dilemma

The atmosphere was serene, it cannot be mistaken, gods live here. And when a god and a goddess decides to live together in love and procreate, what do they birth?

A Saviour? A Messiah? A God?

Aha!

Yes, it's a dilemma, and that's what we'll be talking about this evening, or morning, or whatever time it is you're reading this, because this dilemma issa banger.

"BANG BANG BANG!"

Charles banged the gate with a boulder not minding the sheen. He had tried using the bell and his fist, however the bell seemed to be hanging on the wall just for decorative purposes (this was a revelation because he had never used it before), while his fist ached terribly after two knocks.

He took his phone and ringed Joy again, she still wasn't picking.
Where in the world is everyone? He thought, and gave the gate another round of knock as his blue Acura MDX roared softly.

Just then, the locker was released from the other end and his neighbour opened the gate.

"Oh Mr Charles it's you, I heard the banging from the bathroom. I had no idea it was you" his neighbour said.

"Ha... So you heard since. Na wa oh" Charles whined.

"I said I was in the bathroom. Perhaps, it's about time we considered getting a gate man. You were the one that opposed the motion at our last meeting with the landlord."

"Hmmm... That is why you refused to open the gate on time abi?... Fear God ooo... Well I never knew one could use close to twenty minutes at the gate knocking. Please we have to get a gate man asap."  Charles agreed. He opened the main gate and drove in.

The frustration on his face was evident. He would pour out everything on Joy, but on getting to his block he noticed her car wasn't there.
He collected his things from the car and pressed the  bell. He was sure the bell to his flat was working unlike the shocker he received at the gate. He checked underneath the foot mat and found the key.

"Where dis babe carry herself go again?" he said to himself as he opened the door and entered. His anger left him immediately when he discovered her phones were on the center table. How would he vent his anger on her now? He must have thought.

Some few minutes later, Joy got back from the store as she pulled two grocery bags out of the booth.
Charles opened the door, and seeing the bags he knew where she went.

"Honey I'm sorry I never knew you'd come back this early," Joy said. Charles returned back in, not even offering to help with the bags.
Joy shut the door behind her and head to the kitchen. She was barely disturbed because she hadn't bought the groceries for him in the first place. He seldom ate anything these days. Gone are the days her husband couldn't do without any of  her food, but not anymore. It's been over two months he last ate her herself. She missed him, and she was certain he missed her too. They both loved each other; that was why they got married in the first place, even against the warning of family and friends.
"Love conquers all." they had both said to anyone that doubted them when they made known their intention to settle down, after dating for close to two years. But here they are, thirteen months into the marriage and things already gone terribly sour.

How did it happen? You might wanna ask. The sad truth however is that the love dyad do not even know how it happened.
But I'm the narrator right? I know things, and I'll tell you how it happened.

It started with overlooking things.
Now, I must warn you, it is important that you heed my warning, take it in, soak it in, comprehend: Never ever overlook the things you care about.
Discuss it, spill out your grievances, never bottle it in.

Charles and Joy were in love, I think they still are. But is love enough to keep a marriage?

I'll be right back, let me take a leak.

©Angel MESSI