Dilemma (2)

Hello there,  welcome back. I'm sorry I went on a week long micturition. I live on the street, and Gov. Ambode's doing some serious restructuring in Lagos, I couldn't even find a toilet!

Now back to our story; Charles and Joy were in love, but along the line they missed it. They miscommunicated almost at all times, and it grew worse...

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"Babe do you care for anything?"  Joy asked her husband who sat in the sophisticated living room watching the evening news.
The news headline was as irritating as his wife's question: "Unknown Snake swallows N36 Million at JAMB office."
"To hell with you suckers!" Charles snarled, startling Joy.

"Charles please don't start this evening" she fumed and turned away in the opposite direction like a controlled military robot.
"I'm travelling to Abuja tomorrow for a business meeting," Charles said softly as she walked out. He spoke as though he didn't want her hear so they could argue over it tomorrow morning when he was ready to travel; that was the only thing he now enjoy doing with his wife --arguing. But Joy heard; women, they always hear.  She stopped in her tracks and turned back towards him.
"And how long will you be gone mister?" She asked.
"A week or so..." Charles replied, his gazed fixed on the devil's box as he watched the news of the political demons running the economy like a boy flying a kite.
Joy then turn back towards her room without uttering any other word.

Let's just continue like this, she said to herself. She locked herself in, flipped her phone to check her messages, and creased into a smile Charles would have recognized on their wedding day.

It was a WhatsApp message from one Adewale. Yoruba demons, they are everywhere.

The ambrosial smell of rain on earth plus a cloud curtained sunshine announced daybreak. For both parties, it couldn't come any quicker. Charles slipped out of his pyjamas and into his slippers as he traipsed into the bathroom. He was drained, the night was unnecessarily long. It was one of those nights one prays to fast-forward when there is a meeting with a loved one the following morning.

"I've booked a flight with Solange Airlines, and I'll be lodging at Sheraton." he said to his wife at the dinning as he prepared to leave.
"If you need anything you know how to reach me." he added.
Joy just sat still at the dinning drinking tea and playing candy crush with her phone. Giving Charles the impression she wouldn't need a thing from him.

"Will you be kind enough to drop me at the airport?" he asked. Joy then looked at him for the first time that morning.
"You didn't tell me you'll be needing me to take you the airport. I've got plans already."
"Fine. I'll just call Taxify."
"Nicey"

Some few hours later after overcoming the buzzing traffic in Lagos, Charles finally got to Magodo, his mistress's home.
Onome and Charles had been friends since university days, falling in and out of their relationship like scavenging ants in search of sugar cubes.
She was a blogger and digital marketer who know people that know people.

"So I am your business meeting abi?" Onome said to Charles as she wrapped her arms around him.
"First of,  this meeting will last for two weeks. Have that in mind" she added with a kiss.
"As your lordship pleases." Charles replied with ambitious lust.
Onome deliberately slipped out of his grasp and slowly signalled him to follow her. Charles carried his bag and obeyed, his eyes fixated on her mammoth but shapely behind.

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What is good for the gander is good for the goose. Joy had changed into a red lingerie as she cooked spaghetti and peppered chicken stew. She was beautiful and smelled nice; unlike when she was with her husband, wearing baggy pants and oversized shirts, hiding her features.

Adewale would soon be here any moment from now, she thought. They would have at least four to five days of uninterrupted intimacy. The longest they've ever had was a day, now five days together was mouthwatering.
As though to justify her thoughts, the bell rang. He's here!

After the meal, Adewale and Joy cuddled cozily on the sofa as they sipped rum and watch scantily clad girls dance in music videos. It was hard to see a video without these naked girls.
Just then, a breaking news headline scrolled: "BREAKING NEWS: Solange Plane Crash. 79 Feared Dead."

It was Adewale that read it, then he echoed to his mistress. Joy jumped to her  feet.
"Solange airline? What?! Charles is on that plane!"

©Angel MESSI