MARRIED TO
VICTOR STEPHEN
episode_2
✒✒Victor POV
I couldn’t help but giggle at the look Suzy gave me. I knew I sounded surprise, but actually, I was surprised Emmanuel sle-pt so quic-k. He was still br@gging, and threatening me how he would tell his Mommy that I took out of her chocolate if I didn’t give him. At his early age, he was trying to blackmail his father.
I later gave him out the chocolate, before he started going throu-gh the pictures on my phone. The only person he saw was his Mom.
“Daddy, see Mommy.”
“Why is my Mommy not smiling here”
Mommy this… Mommy that…
I got so tired of his many questions, and decided to take the chance to have my bath. Only for me to come back and found him slee-ping. Even if Suzy didn’t say it to my face, I knew that look was, like
father, like son.
Is it a crime to sleep when you’re too tired?
I sleep early when I’m too tired, but haters would say, he can sleep for Africa.
Resting peacefully on my che-st, I found her hair net, and use it back to cover her hair. Suzy snuggled closer to my b©dy like I was going to run away, and not come back to her. Her warm b©dy heated with mine. Her beautiful face out of worry. I could see her expo-sed skin throu-gh the thin light of the small lamp in the room. I k!$$£d her forehead before I picked up my phone.
She was so tired when she c@m£ to be-d last night. I decided not to t©uçh her to let her rest, until midnight. It was half past five in the morning, and I knew by six, she would wake up to get the children re-ady for church.
She was moving constantly, as if something was ma-king her feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, she jumped out of the be-d, and hurry towards the toilet. I instantly got up, and switched on the light for her not to bu-mp on anything, or fall to the ground. I followed her to see her vomiting inside the wash hand base. After she was done, she washed her face, her hand, and allow the water to run freely round the base.
She vomited everything she ate, including her special spaghetti. Her special spaghetti I didn’t taste. I helped her back to the room, as she took her seat near me on the be-d. She looked pale, and sick. She covered her face with her two hands, resting it on her l@ps.
“So when did it start?” I asked.
“Few weeks,” her voice sounded so low, still not raising her head.
“How come I didn’t know?”
“Remember I was on night shift last. I thought I was okay until now.”
“And as a doctor, you’re not sure if it’s fever or pregnancy?”
She finally raised her head, with a small smile on herl-ips. “Victor, I really don’t want to guess.”
“You mean you really don’t want to guess weather it’s a boy or a girl?”
She managed to grin. “Victor..”
“My sweetheart”
She threw me a warm smile. “Even if it has gotten there, I want a girl.”
I laughed. “Madam, I know what I pas-s in there, it’s a boy.” She giggled softly. I was happy to make her smile, and made her feel a bit relieved. I pas-sed her a pillow, and she rested her back on it.
She shook her head, and laughed slowly. “What did you pas-s in there?” She was trying to tease me.
I win-ked at her, pla-ying along. “That thing.”
She laughed really well this time. “That thing doesn’t have a name?” She expected me to talk. “Anyways, we shall see how powerful it works to produce a boy.” She tried to get up, but I gr@bb£d her back, not to rou-gh on her. She landed on my l@ps, giving me that look.. Mr. man, what are you
trying to do?
“Are you saying you don’t trust that thing?”
She gave a heavy laugh, finally regained her strength. “Of course, I trust your thing sir. I trust the owner, and I love him so much.”
I couldn’t help laughing. She made me feel so high and alive, and I couldn’t help teasing her even more. “I’m glad you know your boss. There is nothing superior to that thing.”
She laughed so ha-rd this time, and grin really well. Something told me she was mocking me. “Really, are you sure?” She gave me that mocking smile, and loose the thin jacket she was wearing, ex-posing those two that can make a man to start speaking in foreign ton-gues. They looked so fresh and bigger. Our eyes made contact, and she bur-st into another fit of laughter.
“Mr. Victor, how come your thing can’t control itself. Tell your thing to respect itself and st©p pinching me un-der.”
I couldn’t express the grin on my face. Suzy can dare someone.
“Suzy,” it c@m£ out as a whisper.
She threw me another mocking smile. “Mr. Man, learn to respect your wife, and everything she carries. Because everything she has can make that big thing of yours crazy, happy, or stranded like I’m about to do.”
“Mommy.”
“Daddy.”
“Happy Sunday!” Emmanuella, and Emmanuel shouted, as they ran into our room.
And in an instant, she was out of my l@ps, leaving that big thing stranded.
Women! Men beware!
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#Episode_3
✔Suzy POV
Immediately I got up from his l@ps, I hvgged both Emmanuel and Emmanuella, and k!ssthem on their cheeks.
“Mommy, let me k!ssyou too,” Emmanuel said, as he pe-cked my two cheeks. Emmanuella did hers too, and they went straight to their Dad. After we said our morning prayer together, I went straight to the kitchen to wash the dishes we used last night. I knew I had to be fast, because by eight, every member of the church is expected to be in around. Some still come late though.
After some minutes of washing, and cleaning the kitchen, I reached for the napkin to clean my we-t hand.
“Mommy, which go-wn am I going to wear to church?” I heard Emmanuella’s voice, holding the two different go-wn I bought for her last year. I quic-kly collected the go-wn from her. “Emmanuella you will dirty these clothes. And why are you in your singlet?” I asked seeing she was dressed in her white singlet and her short.
“Daddy has bath for me and Emmanuel,” she said, raising her hand to collect the two go-wn.
“Mommy my go-wn.”
I gave it back to her. “Tell your Daddy not to wear it for you. I’m coming now,” I immediately added. I prefer they wear their clothes once they take their golden morn, or else, we would end up changing their clothes.
I feel so happy, and fulfilled when Victor helps out. Not every time though. But whenever he’s around, he would always help out. I wish all men can at least give that honour to their wives.
Getting to the church we attend, the ushers ushered us in, while both Emmanuella and Emmanuel were taken to the children’s clas-s. I settled at a corner, while Victor sat at the men roll. Praise and worsh!pwas over, and I couldn’t wait for the pastor to come, and preach. That was how much I love his preaching, and never wish to miss Sunday service.
“Can I hear someone say there is no devil anywhere.” His voice c@m£ out throu-gh the speakers, as he walked towards the pulpit.
“Is like we are not even sure of the God we serve,” he said, and made everyone shouted so loud.
“There is no devil anywhere!”
“Yes!” His thick, wonderful, and magic voice echoed in the whole building of the church. He knows the right words to use, and never will the devil try to make you sleep once he started preaching.
“Because we serve the God who is able, mighty, and powerful, the devil can’t succeed in his plan for us,” he added. “For today, as we all know it’s the third Sunday, we discuss about marriage. Some people are just managing their marriage. They are just managing for the sake of their children. We have married him, and we have born children. What else? They are just managing.” He repeated.
“But today, Singles, you’re lucky because you have time to watch, and see the warning signals before saying ‘I do’. Who is with me?” He continued. “Today’s t©pic is ‘mmmm’,” he said, and laughed.
The church laughed too, because it sounded just like ‘mmm’ that took away some people’s money.
“My own ‘mmmm’ is My Marriage Must Move. ” He told the whole church. “Ladies! So are you d@t!ngthat guy because he really knows how to say I Love You? What has that ‘I Love You’ without good action added to your life?” The ladies giggled.
“Guys! So because she can sing like Lara George in the church, now you think, or may be saw her in your dream that she’s the one. You now went ahead and just marry her, without trying to know more about her life and background. Ahh! I just pity your condition in three months. Just three months pere!” The guys laughed.
The pastor ehnn
Just three months pere! I could not laugh.
“Listen singles!” He moved on. “Don’t marry with the pas-sion of your heart. Marry with the vision of your heart. Our ladies, your husband may be short, and not tall like Odunlade Adekola.” The girls laughed. “Ahh! He might not be rich like dangote.” The whole church laughed this time, because of the way he said it.
“Does he shows interest in your career? How does she reacts to anger? Is she the type that will land you one sl@p in the morning, and then tell you in the night how much she loves you. And you’re blinded because of the poraro she will give you at night? If you’re here this morning, may God deliver your soul!” Some shouted Amen, and some just bur-st out laughing.
“I said may God deliver your soul from that strange woman!”
They finally shouted Amen.
“What you don’t know is, some ladies don’t even love who they are. They find it difficult to accept who they are. Their skin is not light enough. Their h!ps is not wi-de enough. Ladies, how do you want guys to love what you don’t like? You will now come to pastor to pray for you, because guys are not toasting you. My sister, love yourself first. They cannot like what you yourself don’t like.”
He went on and on, and talked about some warning signals singles nee-d to watch out for when selecting their future p@rtners. I wish as everyone enjoyed the preaching, they would all do just that. But no, not everyone would make use of what they heard, because it wasn’t as easy as everyone laughed about it.
“Where are the mummies?” He said, and we married women screamed.
The pastor laughed. “See their voices. Before, some of them were choristers like that,” he said, and the whole church laughed.
“And I’ve been watching that first timer watching Funmi at the choir stand. Uncle don’t come and take our chorister to your church o. Hope she’s not the one you saw in your dream?” This time, no one could contain their laughter, as we all bur-st into another fit of laughter entirely, and turned our heads to the back to see who the pastor was talking about.
“See as they turned their heads. Awon Amebo.” Everyone laughed again. He was just like that. And that really made everyone likes him, and enjoy his preaching anytime, any day.
“Men!” He said. “Let’s start with us. We men, how do we treat our wives?” He st©pped. “So, because I said men now, some women are now saying to their husbands that God has catch you today.” I couldn’t help but laugh at what he said. Truly, some women turned to look at their husbands. But he just added that to make everyone laughed, like he used to.
Haha…
He was really something great. I would put it that way. Victor would say, ‘ that man knows exactly
what I would have preached if I stand on that
pulpit’.
“Women,” he switched to us. “You might have argued with him when you were still d@t!ng. But now, don’t you dare try it. Let it favour him, and favour you. He’s the head of the family.”
“Other things I want us to know is, effective communication. How often do you communicate? How often do you share your worries with your p@rtner? Trust him. Trust her,” the pastor ru-bbe-d his forehead with his handkerchief. Speaking with so much pas-sion, his voice blasting throu-gh the speakers, as he held onto the mic with his strength.
“Is someone getting this today?” He continued, and everyone made a shout of joy in return.
He st©pped, and said slowly. “Couples avoid unnecessary argument. Argument between couples means I must win. If at all someone must him, plea-se let it be your husband,” he said it like a plead.
Few women murmured, which made the pastor laughed. “Take it or leave it, we are the head of the family. You better be happy he consulted you. Some men won’t, which is not right. Let your wife knows about your plans when it comes to the family.” The women bec@m£ happy again. The pastor laughed ha-rder this time, and just shook his head. “Women.”
“Lastly, always pray together. Consider your spiritual growth. It is very important. And some women who thinks because now they are married, he doesn’t like them in jean, and fitted go-wn again…” He laughed, and the men laughed too. He laughed again. And the men laughed even ha-rder. This time, the whole church started laughing, wondering why the men couldn’t st©p laughing.
“What you don’t know is, he wants to be the one to Zi-p it down, and Zi-p it up.”
The whole church bur-st into laughter.
Zi-p it down, and Zi-p it up. I couldn’t help repeating that to myself, as I laughed along with everyone.
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“Mommy my drawing book.” Ella immediately got down from the car again for the third time.
“You this girl, what is it again? I’ve packed everything inside your bag.” I was getting tired of this habit of hers. She won’t look for anything until we are set to go to their school.
“No mommy,” she ran inside. This is what Emmanuel would never do. He would keep his things where it won’t get missing.
“Mommy,” I heard the voice of the one sitting close to me at the front seat.
“What?” I looked to his side. He was frowning, murmuring what I could not un-derstand in p@rticular. These children ehnn!
“Mommy, there is no caprisonne,” he complained.
“But there is lucozade boost,” I pointed to what he was holding.
He was still frowning. “But mommy, I don’t like lucozade boost now.”
“Emmanuel, that is what mommy has today. I will buy you caprisonne when you come back from school today.” I tried to convince him, but he was still shaking his head vigorously. I quic-kly turned my head away, acting as if I didn’t see what he was doing.
“Emmanuella!” I shouted from the car, hoping she would finally come out of the house. It was quarter to seven, and if we aren’t fast enough to get to where bus waits every morning, I would have to drive them to school myself. I got down when I couldn’t see any signal of her coming out soon. I increase my steps, marching to her room.
“Where did you put it after you were done with your home work?” I asked immediately I got to her room.
“Mommy here,” she was just pointing, almost starting to cry. “My aunty will beat me Mommy.”
I could not laugh. She was shaking like jelly fish. ‘Mommy!” The way she shouted that name sounded so happy. “I’ve seen it.” She brou-ght it out un-der her be-d.
“Mommy let’s go,” she was out of the room before me.
We got back into the car. And not so surprise, I met the small uncle that was crying for caprisonne still shaking his head. I just pray the head will not cut
off.
“Why are you crying?” Emmanuella asked him the moment we entered the car.
“See what mommy gave me now. I don’t want lucozade boost,” he replied sharply. “Yeyy!” Emmanuella screamed a little, excitement showing in her voice. “Pas-s it let me drink it. Mommy will buy caprisonne for you.”
A grin appeared on my face because I knew my boy very well. Watching with one eye, Emmanuel just held on to his lucozade boost. He refused to pas-s it, and just kept quiet.
“Bring it now,” Emmanuella reminded him again.
He quic-kly put it in his bag. “Bring it ko, bring it ni..” I couldn’t st©p myself from grinning even more. I tried to hide my face from them, as I listened to both.
Emmanuel spoke up again. “Me that I will just manage it like that. Mommy sebi I should manage it. You will buy plenty caprisonne for me?”
Haha.. Life of a mother. I always have a reason to
smile everyday, and shout at the t©p of my voice as
well. But the laughter sweet pas-s.
I wish someone would join me in laughing. Those two were really something else. Thank God had finally reach the bus t©p. I turned my head and laugh really well. I actually thought may be he would later leave it. God save that jui-ce from the
real producer.
I was alre-ady thinking of how I would help him consume it to my own stomach.
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