Chapter 4

Patricia POV ¶¶

I have been going through this for years now.

"Patricia, leave this man before he kills you of stress!."

My best friend Veronica explains, nodding at me in pity.

I get her worries, but it's not as easy as it seems.

"You can't understand it. You aren't married!."

I throw it at her face as a mockery.

Just to make her feel that she isn't better than me. 

He looks fades away. She is disappointed with me. However, she understands my pains.

"If its to end up ware out like you are right now, I better die not married and even single forever!."

She boldly stands for herself.

"Whatever!."

I turn my face away

"I don't want to cause any problem or make you feel bad. I just want to put some sense into your head!."

She explains

"You are making sense!. But I don't have any cash. You know that I don't work, I don't have any cash, my husband only gives me small money to buy foodstuff!."

I painfully explain I hate exposing my life.

I have no family to rely on, only my broke mother and younger siblings which my husband takes care of.

"Some times, I feel like we, women don't love their own life and happiness. Can't you save some of the money he gives you for shopping?. Even if it's a coin, every month?. It sounds minimal but it's a start and you must start from somewhere. Or place a camera in the house in case he beats you!."

She explains thoughtful, trying to find solutions.

"That's the issue, I can't report to the police or court because he doesn't beat me. He always makes sure not too. You know he comes home with his friends nearly every day. And he can't bear the risk of hurting my beautiful skin, of not his friends, will notice. I have to appear as the perfect wife in front of his friends."

I cry, laugh at the fake life I live. 

"This is complicated. I will make some research. However, don't lose hope, I am always here. I can take you to my house if you wish to leave this marriage. Then you can find a small job!."

I feel guilty as I see her crying

"Thank you!."

I say

"But I can only do all this if you wish!. If it's really what you want, I can fight with you. I can't do anything against your wish."

She insists.

She helps me to peel the Irish.

We chat for a while and she later leaves!.

I cook Irish potatoes with meat and I cooked the baby's food after cleaning the whole house, alone. Very tiring.

l move to the bedroom to sleep. 

Around 8 pm, 

My phone rings 

"Baby, I am coming home with friends, please cook pounded cocoyam with tomatoes soup and meat."

He orders very happily 

"Again!. Anyway, no need, I have cooked Irish potatoes and meat. I can't cook anything else now. I am super tired, I made general cleaning of the house today."

I tell him gladly

His mood change to an aggressive one. But he is with his friends who are impatiently staring at him waiting for my answer. 

As if I had a choice.

So he moves out for his friends not to realize his anger.

"Hey woman, I don't care about what you have been doing the whole day!. Cook what I say and nothing else!. Have I made myself clear?!."

He repeats aggressive 

I feel the hostility in his voice.

"Couldn't you order for this since in the morning?. I can't cook it, I'm sorry. My husband, I am not your slave!."

I lower my voice, crying.

He chuckles maliciously.

"I can see that you are getting bold, and too bold for my like. I guess your friend Victoria was home today."

He pities me.

"No, she wasn't!."

I bite my lips

"Cook my meal!."

With that, he offs the call

And he moves back to his friends smiling.

"She said yes!."

He announces to them

"Wow!."

They hit each other's arms happily.

A few hours later, 

They are back home.

They all seat anxious to eat what they ordered for.

I serve the food. The open and see something else. I see the disappointment in their glance.

Yet they can't leave it. "A set of greedy people" they dish out the Irish potatoes.

I see the dissatisfaction in their faces. But my Irish aroma is so luscious. They stay back to eat. To give it a try as they say.

My husband is red mad at me. He wants to strangle me to death from his gape, but I act like I am not seeing anything.

They begin to eat Irish potatoes which is well-cooked meat.

"I can kill them. Or put poison in my meals maybe after that, I will surely get some rest!."

I tell myself, staring at his hungry foolish friends. 

"Oh, I hate them all."

I keep telling myself. 

"Wow, it's delicious!. Thou I first hesitated. Super good!."

They explain except my husband who is trying hard to contain his anger in front of his friends.

"But once they will be gone, what will become of me?". I keep asking myself. For the first time, I don't want his stupid friends to leave.

"I can't believe this food is this nice!."

One says, again 

"As if I care about what they feel. 'I first hesitated!.' The bastard says!."

I tell myself, furiously repeating his words in my mind.

"Your wife is a great cook!."

He heats my husband's shoulder.

Who gives him a fake smile back.

"Indeed!"

My husband reply, staring at me. 

My whole body is practically trembling now.

 I am scared of what will happen after they will all be gone. 

As they finish, I immediately clean the play and leave before his friends leave.

I move to the boy's room and I close the door behind me. 

I lock myself inside, hopefully, be won't find me here. Or he won't want to wake the kids up.

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