Chapter 6

Patricia POV ¶¶

I am now seated on my bed so confused not knowing what to do or how to react to such!.

One minute he is a beast, another he is the angle. My emotions are mixed up!.

He acts like he is sorry!. He might be real this time.

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After feeding the baby, I get back to my room.

I pick my phone to call my mum!. She is the only family I have!.

{phone ringing!.}

"Hello Patricia, I hope you are doing great!."

She happily tells me

"Mum, I am not!. I don't think I can keep up with this marriage!."

I cry to her for assistance as my momma that she is.

"Why?. Come on, talk to me!."

She gets worried

I am searching for the right word, but it seems like there is none.

"It's Cameron, he has finally laid his hands on me. He got me well beaten all night. I can't even move right now!."

I weep

"How comes Cameron did that!. He just sent me my monthly allowance and the money I have been asking for my new medical prescriptions!. This is really weird!."

She explains with so much confusion and sadness

"I think it's better if I get a divorce!."

I state boldly

"No, Patricia!. I say no!."

My mum yells

"It hasn't gotten to that!. I think he must have a good reason!. You know your husband is our only support system. My shop can barely feed me. You don't work!. We can't afford your kid sisters and brother's school fees!. Don't just act in anger we got a lot more to lose!."

She explains with all the confidence that she is right and for her, she is making sense.

She is being selfish right now, she doesn't care about my feelings!.

"Mum, are you getting what I am saying!. Cameron beat me all night!."

I yell at her selfishness.

"Patricia, I understand your frustration but marriage is not easy!. But let's be realistic. You know what your husband does for the family!. My hands are tied. Anyway, I will try to talk to him about it."

She clarifies

There she reminds me of his kindness again. This gets the hell out of me.

"Mum!. I am your daughter and you have to put me first and not your interest!."

I scream

"I always do what is best for all my children!. You have to try...!."

She tried to explain but I just off the call.

What kind of a mother is this?. How will my spouse respect me if all my family entirely depend on him financially?. 

Or, how will he respect me if I have no one to stand for me!. He does what he likes to me, without anyone being able to question him like I am his thing. This is not a life.

But if I leave him now, who will feed and take care of my family as he does. By the time I find a job in this country, my family won't be alive. And even if I find one quickly, it won't be enough for all these bills.

I eat breakfast he made slowly, laying in bed, on my stomach with my ass up.

Thinking about everything!.

I fall asleep!.

Till...

It's 1 pm, 

{Phone ringing!.}

The blaring of my phone promptly gets me up from my sleep.

"Baby, I am coming home with friends tonight. Please cook us some "Agassi" with ripe plantains!."

He tells me with a soft voice like that of the best husband in the world.

"Okay!."

The time is fair enough, 

"Don't stay up waiting for me tonight. Leave the food in the kitchen, I will dish it out to them!. Just make sure that everything is well arranged!."

He orders in a cony manner as if I have a choice, meanwhile, I don't have any choice. He is simply passing a message.

He doesn't want me to appear this lousy in front of his friends. With my swollen red eyes, showing that I have been crying all night.

"Okay!."

I agree with what he says, with that, I off the call.

I step down of the bed unable to move. Yet I have to struggle with my pains and trauma to cook Mr. Cameron's dinner.

The baby is still asleep at least it reduces my worries.

I am now standing in the kitchen cooking unable to seat. My ass is on fire. Either I stand or I lay in bed. 

All I really want to do right now is to lay in bed, rest, and watch TV.

I take some pain killer drugs!.

Then I finish cooking, I arrange everything and move back to our room.

At 8 Pm,

Then he comes with his noisy friends!. I hear the cars blaring from the room.

They enter the house.

"My wife is tired, but... but... she kept us something very special!."

My husband announces in a playful manner.

He rushes to the kitchen and brings out the food.

"Wow!. Great!... Your wife is the best!."

They scream in joy

"Please men, reduce your voices the children are asleep!."

For the first time, he calms them down.

What won't I see today!.

I heard it from the room!.

They all took seats, eating and watching their match. Throwing things anyhow, nasty the whole house.

"The food is great!."

They gladly tell him.

From the room, I listen to everything they say!. Speaking in a low tone as I can see is a big challenge for time.

I can't find sleep now because I have been sleeping the whole day.

The only question I as myself is, 

"Why are they so selfish, can't they also invite my husband to their place!."

It's really Nevers me, I can't understand this habit.

"Men, please it's time to leave!."

My husband announces 

"Hmmm, he is driving them away!."

I tell myself 

"Oh no, not now. They are to give the final reports!."

They cry out not wanting to leave!.

"Sorry, sorry!."

He drives them.

It's 9: 40 pm when they all leave.

Earlier than never before!. Anyway, It makes me happy.

After they had left, my husband cleans the parlor, washes the plates. For about 30mins.

When he gets done, he moves to the room panting!.

"You aren't sleeping yet!."

He kisses my forehead and clamp on the bed.

I node at him as a "no!".

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The next evening, he didn't come with friends.

I was all shocked.

We are in bed, now. I feel it's the best time to discuss this with him. 

"Baby can I ask you a question!."

I confide 

"feel free!."

He tells me, looking so tired 

"Why do you keep coming here with your friends?. Can't they also invite you to their own place?. Or can't their wives not cook. Why always us!. It's not easy cooking for a crowd every day, washing plates, cleaning the parlor!. You saw how they nasty it yesterday !. And It rapidly finishes our foodstuff. As if it wasn't enough, we barely have time for ourselves like before, you are at work with your friends, yet you bring them back home every day. You need to spend that little time with your family!. Not with your friends!."

I first hesitated but I have to say it since he is trying to prove himself as a good husband, I have to use it to my advantage.

But for how long will it last?. I see the hostility in his change of mood as I was speaking, however, he managed to retain himself. But for how long I ask myself!.

My works knock a bell in his head, making him thoughtful!. Yet, he acts like it's nothing.

"Because you are the best cook in the world!. Good night baby!. I am tired!.

He turns off the questions

I stare at him weirdly, he could feel it yet, he sleeps off, comfortably.

Anyway, that is what I concluded. 

But he didn't sleep well as I thought. He has been very thoughtful recently.