Married to Victor Stephen episode 13

MARRIED
TO VICTOR STEPHEN
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Episode_13
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It was on Monday morning, I was getting dressed for work. It has been my aim to look good and pretty each time I’m stepping out of the house. I had my hair done during weekend, which got Victor asking me so many questions because had been on a wig for like couple of weeks. He was actually one of those people that insisted I must have my hair done, and now… I didn’t get what his questions were meant for?

Like.. Why did you have to do your hair now?
That wasn’t the only strange surprise I got from him, because during the weekend as well, Victor brou-ght a new driver who would be taking me to work, and wherever I decide to go. I actually thought may be because I was getting heavy. I was close to seven month, and would st©p going to work soon. But I realized that even during the twins pregnancy, Victor didn’t hire a driver for me.

If that was enough, it would have been better. But no, that Saturday, Victor insisted he was going to drop me at the new shop we rented at Ikeja, and of course, he did. But only, to spend the rest of the day with me at the shop. Even the girls were asking me for answers which I could not provide. To say I did not enjoy his company was a lie. I did, and I didn’t even spend a dine on everything we nee-ded that day, because he supplied the money. But I just knew something was wrong. It was unusual of him.
I stood at the front of the mirror adjusting my br@, and trying to fit in my long un-derwear. Victor c@m£ closer with the sudden k!sses he started the day I told him about sola. The k!sses were so claiming, and tender sometimes. I could have stay and enjoyed it, but I knew I could not afford to be late to work.
“Victor, you will resume late to work if you continue this.” I tried to come up with an excuse, but I s-en-sed he could ba-rely hear what I was saying. He pressed hisl-ips closer, claiming my b©dy. There was no other option than to f0rç£ myself away from him. “Victor, you’re going to be late as well. This is Monday morning plea-se.” I found him more excuses, hoping he would listen.
He walked away from me, uttering no word as he picked up tie, and helped himself around his n£¢k. “I’m going to drop you today,” he finally opened his mouth, but yet staring at the mirror as he dressed up.
“Drop me!” I exclaimed. “I thought the new driver should be doing that,” I reminded him.
He searched for his brush, and brushed his hair. “Nope! I’m doing that.” He said quic-kly.
“But why?” My look was still directed at him, even though he wasn’t looking at me.

“Woman! I’m dropping you, he’s picking you. Anything wrong with that?” He finally turned to me, and paused, staring at me from head to toe. “Where are you going to?” He asked as if he doesn’t know where I was going to.

“Work now…” I just answered him.

He looked at the go-wn on me, and raised his eye brows. “Did I get you this go-wn?”

“Honey don’t you like it? I thought you would like it on me. I just got it last week,” I told him, hoping he would appreciate my little effort to look good for him.

He finally smiled, and later laughed a little like it was funny. “I actually like it. But you should wear it when we are together. Is not as if I will be there with you at your office. Only the guys there will be enjoying this. And who knows…” He dragged it. “Mr. Sola can just pay you a visit.”
Oh! Now I see

That was his bone of contention. The reason behind his strange attitudes. The attention, the driver, the Saturday vacation from work spending it with me at the shop. The strange k!sses all the time.

“I’m waiting downstairs!” He shouted for me to hear, because he was alre-ady on his way out of the room. I just rolled my eyes and looked away. I didn’t like that one bit. There was nothing wrong with the go-wn. Men and their insecurities. Everything was just because of Sola. As soon as I was done with myself, I went downstairs to join them. They were alre-ady eating.

Victor’s eyes were lifted, and immediately, he dropped his spoon staring at me. I could see his face contorted with anger, and his eye ba-lls turning around, and just staring at me. “Suzy, I gave you a simple instruction to change that go-wn, but you c@m£ down with the same go-wn. Tell me, what’s that?” His voice was low and steady. He was trying not to let his feelings control him.
“But Victor, there is nothing wrong with this go-wn.” I tried to explain better to him. I actually didn’t change the go-wn because I was very comfortable in it. “I just couldn’t change it because I’m free, and very comfortable in it. Besides, what exactly is wrong with you these past few days?” I knew I was starting to raise my voice. “If this is all about Sola, is not ma-king any s-en-se at all!” My voice went high, getting the kids worried. They were no longer eating their food again.

“Get out of my sight!” His voice was strong enough to scare me, but instead of looking at me, he looked down at the food he was eating, trying to st©p his anger from escalating. The moment he raised his head to see me stood there without moving, his eyes turned colder, and darker. “I swear on my life, I will show you my worse if you remain there!” I jumped, and I felt a sharp pain hit me un-der my stomach as I moved away from him, slowly towards my kids.

“Just leave them.” His voice was still laced with anger, but I ignored him.

“That is it!” He shouted out of frustration. “You never listen to simple instructions. And you want your kids to obey you?” That was strong. I almost felt like crying, because the kids were watching us. I left him with the kids and went to our be-droom instead.
I changed the stupid go-wn that caused the whole argument between my husband and I. I changed into something better. I didn’t know why I decided not to change the go-wn earlier. After some minutes, I wiped away my tears, and c@m£ back downstairs. I was late alre-ady, so I pleaded one of my colleges to help me sign.

“My Oga sir, good morning to you.” I turned my head to see the new driver, Mr. Phil!pgreeting Victor. He was not too tall, and not too short. He was an average height, and very dark in complexion. Victor told me the man was in his early thirties. But how manage was he able to get that big tummy?
“Madam, good morning to you,” he greeted me as well. I could still feel the strong atmosphere between Victor and I. So I just faced the man instead.

“Mr Phil!pwhy are you here?”

He coughed. “Oga just texted me say make I come pick you because he doesn’t want you to late ma.” He joined everything together, but I could un-derstand what he meant. I saw Victor walked out of the kitchen, helping both Emmanuella and Emmanuel with their bags, as each carried their lunch box.

“Mommy bye bye!” They both chorused. And as usual, I k!$$£d them on their cheeks.
“Mommy what about Daddy?” Emmanuel reminded me, because each time we are going out together or he’s going out with them, I would always k!sseveryone’s cheek. To make the children happy, I walked closer to Victor hoping he would not st©p me, and he did not. I moved closer, and k!$$£d his right cheek as always.
“Yeey!!!!” Both Emmanuella and Emmanuel shouted happily.

“Bye bye Mommy,” they said again, as they followed their Dad.
Mr. Phil!pand I went to my car immediately they left. I wasn’t angry because Victor didn’t drop me like he promised. I un-derstood he didn’t want me to get late to work. I picked my phone, and texted him.

‘Honey, I’m sorry for what happened. I love you.
Enjoy your day.’

I s£nt him, and waited for his reply, but it never c@m£ till Mr. Phil!pdropped me at the hospital where I work. But the moment I stepped into my office, my phone vibr@ted, and I quic-kly brou-ght it out to re-ad his reply, cl!çk!ng on the message immediately.

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I deleted the message immediately. I couldn’t st©p the hiss that escaped my mouth. As much as I admire and respect Sola, I wasn’t expecting that from him. Love me? Since high school.
I couldn’t let myself dwell so much on that. I knew Victor must not see that, and I wouldn’t dare open my mouth to tell him that if I really don’t want more fights.
I wish I could trust him with it, but I just couldn’t with every action he had taken just because I told him I met Sola. I nee-ded someone to talk to, who would help me reason together, and advice me on what to do.
friends?

I wish I could, but it was never the right place for me to discuss the issues of my family. I’ve been warned by my mother. That there are few things I can discuss with my friends, and some of the things I can’t discuss are the issues going on in my family. It would only spre-ad the matter, and multi-ple advice can make me act on the wrong side.
His mother?
It would have been a better decision by reporting him to his mother, but mom had warned me against it. And of course, she added.

‘ Suzy, don’t come running to me whenever you have
a fight with your husband. You nee-d someone who
won’t be able to side on a p@rticular person.
Someone who will tell the wrongs of you two, and
give you ways to work it out.’

“plea-se Mrs. Stephen you can come in now. She’s re-ady to attend to you.”
I smiled at Umil, who had been working as my counselor’s secretary for years. Young, and beautiful to behold. “Thank you dear,” I said, and slowly made my way into the counselor’s office.
The moment I stepped in, her face lit with joy. “Wow! Mrs. Stephen, so good to see you again. Almost a year I saw you last.” I nodded, smiling back at her. She smiled cheerfully at me. “I trust God has been so good keeping that beautiful family together. plea-se sit.”
I took my sit on the red sofa. “Yes ma. We thank God, and its really good to see you shinning brighter, and brighter ma.” I complimented her.

She laughed a little. “Thank you darling. God is the secret behind the joyful, and brighter face.” She showed me her sparkling white teeth ma-king me feel so good of myself. You would always feel comfortable in her office. It could have been three chairs, and a table in between. But no, it was a cool room, where settees were made available for you to sit. I was feeling a bit cold because of the air conditioner. I never liked it, and that was the reason Victor couldn’t put one in our room, except for sitting room alone.

The woman had been our counselor for years, giving us her advice whenever we nee-ds it. Victor had st©pped coming, but I didn’t. So whenever I nee-ded someone to talk to, I come over to her office, and she had been of good help. She was in her early sixties, and have been married for fourth years.
“So my darling Suzy, pour it out,” she encouraged me. I knew I nee-ded her, because I couldn’t bear the fact that I would go back home, and wouldn’t be free, or be able to talk to Victor. I cleared my throat. “Ma, we had this fight in the morning. Not that we don’t have little fights like that, but my concern is, today was different. I had never seen him that angry.” I went ahead and told her the cause, and reason for the fight. She made me put on the go-wn, which I intentionally brou-ght because I knew she would ask for it.

She sighed, and smiled warmly at me. “Suzy don’t cry. You’re a wonderful woman, and Victor is a man of good character who loves you so much, and admires you,” she said. I felt a little smile tugged myl-ips, st©pping my tears from streaming down.
She continued. “You’re both right. There is nothing wrong with the go-wn. You only want to make yourself look good, and pretty. And he was right to tell you to change it, because at that p@rticular time, to him, the go-wn doesn’t feel right. Are you getting me?”
I nodded.
“Yes,” she started again. “To him, he was trying to protect his wife from every eagle eyes.” Mrs. Russell smiled, and I chuckled a little. “That little cle-avagehe saw couldn’t let him think straight. And that the go-wn is short, is just another excuse to make you feel that the go-wn is wrong. If this is the same go-wn, then I see nothing bad in it.”
“But again,” she made me sit back. “You were both wrong.” This was what I love about her. Before she points out your mistakes, she would make you feel comfortable that you would be eager to know what you did wrong. “I will start with you Suzy. Till death do you ap@rt, don’t ever go against your husband’s instructions. Check Proverb fifteen verse thirty two.”
I immediately brou-ght out my phone, and check my KJV version. I wasn’t new to it. Whatever she says, she would back it up with the word of GOD.
“I re-ad…”
‘He that refuseth instruction despiseth his own
soul. But he that heareth reproof better
un-derstanding.’
“Very good, thank you. The more you obey your husband’s instructions, the more you get to un-derstand him better. And for Mr Victor, he could have said it in a very polite way, that you would have no choice than to do what he says. You know there are some people who would ask you to do a thing you don’t want to, but the way they package that thing, you will just end up seeing yourself doing that p@rticular thing. Example is my Mom when I was still young,” she said, and I laughed a little.
Mothers actually know how to.
“And also Suzy, no matter how angry he makes you feel at that p@rticular time. Be calm, and speak politely. He was trying to control his anger from the start like you explained, but the moment you raised your voice, he lost it.”
‘A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous
words stir up anger.’
I re-ad the verse she said, and I immediately saw my mistakes as well.
“And for Victor,” she continued. “He could have been able to keep to it, and not let his anger get the best of him. Because he that is slow to anger, is better than the mighty,” she quoted.
I was silent the whole time listening to her words of wisdom. I was learning so much, and wouldn’t want to interrupt her. “Since you two didn’t talk before you both left this morning, there is high chance you both can get back home, and not speak to each other. But seriously, you aren’t going to gain anything from it. That is why, you…” She pointed to me.
“You will break that by being the loving, and caring wife you are. He would have no other option than to submit. Abi koni submit ni? He’s the one that will lose. The food, and sweet k!sses he would get. That thing can just rise up in the middle of the night.” We both laughed, and I couldn’t help thanking this woman.
“I promise you, if you do as I’ve said, all will be settled,” she added. My phone vibr@ted, but I ignored it because it could be Sola again.
“Check your message,” Mrs. Russell said. I shook my head, and told her it might be Sola whom I’ve also discussed with her.
She nodded. “That is exactly why you must check it,” she insisted. I had no other option than to check the message like she said.
‘I’m sorry too my Queen
Forgive your King for that hateful words this
morning. I love you, and I will never st©p loving
you.’
I knew my eyes were filled with tears alre-ady. And no other smile could ever replace the beautiful one plastered on my face.
‘ I love you too’ I muttered slowly to myself. I heard Mrs. Russell cl@pped cheerfully. I couldn’t help the laughter that bur-st out of my mouth. She smiled at me. “I trust Mr. Victor to always find his way back into your heart. Very simple three words couples should hold in their right hands. I am Sorry.”
I nodded. She was right. “Thank you ma,” I said to her.
She smiled. “I would deal with Victor myself. How could he even shout at you in this state? Should I come with cain, or use my hand?” She joked, and I laughed.
“You’re getting heavy dear. You should st©p work for now okay,” she advice.
“Yes ma, Junior is almost seven months in two weeks.”
She smiled. “I trust Mr. Victor to have come up with that name.”
I chuckled lightly. “Yes ma, he did.”
After that, we talked about Sola, and she told me I shouldn’t have deleted the message. She told me she would find a way to talk to Victor, and urged me to keep Victor informed, and not hide anything from him. She told me not to worry that some women experienced such in today’s marriage, and some bec@m£ a victim when being threatened, as a result of being failed to inform their spouse.

After I was finally done at work, I couldn’t wait to get back home

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