Chapter 3

Patricia POV¶¶

"Mother, he insults me on any occasion. He criticizes everything I do and he rapes me!."

I report to my mum

"Don't be dramatic!. How can a man rape his wife?. I don't get this. If he doesn't beat you, then it's fine!."

My mum insists.

Any time I report my husband to mother she doesn't take it into considerations. She always finds excuses for him, like she is his mother.

"The day he will lay his hands-on you trust me he shall get it hot. Marriage is not easy. You have to fight for your home. That been said, now leave my house!."

She drives me away from our house, her house anyway.

I am stunned by her reaction.

"Haa, I want to spend some time with you!."

I say to her

She doesn't seems to care about what I just said.

"I don't want to. Go to your own home!."

With that, she leaves to her room, leaving me in the parlor alone.

So, I left.

I haven't cook, I just warm the rest of yesterday.

We eat and go to bed, tired. At least the kids are asleep. Now I can rest.

I keep a little of the food for my husband.

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My husband has this strange way of staring at me like I was some kind of shit. 

4 years of marriage with two lovely kids.

A boy of 3years with my baby of 6 months.

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{¶¶ back to our night¶¶}

It's 9 pm, I am asleep.

{ phone ringing!.}

I wake up from my sleep, pick it up. It's my husband.

"Baby, I am soon coming over with friends. Cook us rice and egusi soup!. Please!."

Mr. Cameron he uses a soft tone.

"You aren't serious!. I barely sleep because of the baby now you want me to start cooking at this time of the night!."

I yell out of anger and frustration.

"Please Darling, just do as I say and sorry I didn't call earlier.

With that he off, the call.

"Ooorriii!.."

I scream hitting the pillow on the wall.

I can cry, right now. What disrespect!.

With my sleepy eyes, I rush to the kitchen to cook as Mr. Husband has ordered. He is the man of the house.

I don't want to cause any turmoil.

After, I am done cooking and about to serve the food.

{Car blaring}

I hear cars blaring.

They entered the house making a whole lot of noise.

This gets me extremely mad, I Immediately leave the kitchen to the parlor.

"Please lower your voices the baby is a sleep!."

I announce, I repeat myself.

"The best wife in the world!."

Cameron moves towards me and kisses me. 

"Don't talk to my friends in that manner!. Just dish the food and leave!."

He whisper in my ears as if he is kissing me.

He gentle drags me back to the kitchen.

A good pretender!.

"Foolish men!."

I just hate them all.

Anyway, I loved the kiss. 

"But the kids...!"

I want to justify myself but he stops and shuys me up with his soft lips on mine.

He hauls me from my back. Kissing my ears down my neck.

"It the food ready?."

Yes, I turn to face him, he jerks place me on the sink.

We are kissing very widely

I really love my husband but I don't know what has been happening to him recently. His behavior suddenly changed. I can't explain this rapid change. Or maybe he doesn't loves me anymore?.

"Oh, sorry. Act like I am not in!."

Leonard announces.

He opens the fridge and removes bottles of water.

"Okay!. Let me dish out the food!."

I step down the table at his voice, fixing my clothes

"Good idea!.". 

My husband reply 

Leonard is my husband's best friend.

My husband helps me to serve the food like a lovely couple. They dish and eat like hungry goats.

They eat the food, watching their match, shouting at every point of the match. Lots of adrenaline.

"Please the baby is asleep!."

None of them seems to get me.

{Baby's cry!.}

"Holy heaven!."

I exclaim at the baby's cry.

I move to the room and carry the baby, hoping she sleeps back.

"Shuuutttt... Please sleep!. Marina, please sleep!."

I cuddle her 

It's 11 pm, 

My eyes are all red and weak.

I am super tired and the baby is still awake!. I can't even rest. What a life.

His friends leave at 12 pm.

"Finally the house is calm!."

I am seated in the baby's room.

"Baby!.". 

My husband calls me.

I rush down.

"Any problem?.".

I ask.

"None, you can start with the cleaning!."

He tells me, infact it's more of an order.

I give him a weird look. 

"Can't you see I have the baby in my arms. I can't do it right now, only tomorrow!."

I state, thinking that I had a choice.

I just receive a slap on my head.

Tears rush down my eyes without any sound.

"Give me the baby and clean this now!. I don't want rats to eat my sofas up!."

He takes the little girl.

I bend and clean like a slave. A slave in her own house.

"Women now our days complain a lot. Our Mothers back then had 8 children or more to take of, they went to the farm, come back and cook. etc..."

He keeps on listing.

The parlor is really dirty, his mannerless friends are really nasty. They dirty the place mercilessly.

How can a man be foolish to maltreat a woman who cooks his food. If I wish, I can give him "running stomach" ever day or even kill him. 

Men can be dum at times. They think that they are smart but they are instead being stupid.

As I finish I move to te room still crying in silence.

"Hey come here!."

I move to him.

"Take her!."

He gives me the girl she is still up.

1 am already.