LOVING THE DEVIL- HOW BAD CAN IT BE??

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Mrs Adewale and I worked in the same organization. Being a good woman and my direct boss, we kind of grew close. She told me so much about her family; how she lost her husband and how she had to raise three kids alone. I also told her so much about myself. In fact, somehow, she became like a mother figure as I don’t have one and so I was always having to tell her practically everything about me. And yes, she favored me a lot at work that other staff sometimes got jealous.

One day she said, “Hey Adedayo dear, why don’t you pay us a visit this weekend? We are having a family dinner”.

Her offer came as a surprise as I was not expecting it. “Thank you, Ma’am, I would make out time”, I responded trying so hard to not allow her notice the surprised look on my face.

Weekend came. I got my best shirt ready; I didn’t want to look like the hungry one. LOL. I guess I was being a little vain though. A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do right?

I got to the Adewale Family house about five minutes late. Everyone was excited to see me which shocked me a bit. “Has this woman told her family that much about me?” I thought.

As I tried to sit, my attention was caught by a pretty damsel whom I would learn was Mrs Adewale’s only daughter, Adebimpe. She was a beauty! And I could not resist her charming smile. I composed myself, sat like a good boy and had a good meal.

After dinner we got chatty over dessert. I was introduced to all three of my boss’s children. Adebimpe and I had a lot to talk about. We connected and bonded so fast. In fact, I would say we fell in love there and then. We exchanged contacts. For a while I thought, “Is this what it has been about all this while; to match-make me and her daughter?”.

I was brought back from my reverie with Adebimpe’s voice. Then I looked at her and smiled thinking to myself again, “This is sure going to be the best match-making ever!” as I held her hands and squeezed them gently.

I got to my apartment at some minutes past 9 pm. I lay in my bed thinking about the night and especially the girl who awakened something that had been long dead in me until I slept off.

My relationship with Adebimpe was the sweetest thing I had had in a long time. We were so in love and happy.

Five months later, we got married, had our honey moon and I returned to work. I was always beaming with smiles as I returned home to a beautiful wife and good, home-made foods.

On the sixth month of our marriage, I thought of a fun thing I could surprise my wife with; I got her a present and decided to leave work early so that we could go out. 

But I was shocked to my bone when I got home and saw my wife with wrapped weeds. At first I thought it missed its way into our living room. But I found out I thought wrong when my dear wife staggered up, winked at me and walked towards the bedroom. Her eyes were blood shot. Apparently, She had been drinking too.

“Sweetheart, ain’t you going to even say hello?” I quietly asked. “Hello”, She roared as she stumbled against the sofa and was almost falling. The protective side of me quickly reached for her so that she did not fall. But she hit and kicked me off as she shouted, “Don’t you dare touch me again!”. I quickly left her and stepped aside.

I was in serious shock. I sat for a while thinking of what went wrong. But I couldn’t remember anything. I cleared the weeds off the table and went into the room to meet her and may be talk things over. As I stepped into the room, I saw my Adebimpe with loads of drugs and syringes. “God, please, this is too much for one day, take this away”, I prayed silently as I approached her. “Bimpe, you do drugs too?” I asked what seemed like a rhetoric question.

“What does it look like to you?” She answered my question with a question almost slurring her words, to my surprise.

I didn’t know when I started crying. I begged her to tell me what happened. A plea I didn’t think she heard as she had passed out or slept off. I checked for her pulse and thanked goodness that she was still alive.

I managed to drink some water and slept off after thinking and crying my eyes out for hours.

The next morning I woke up a little later than I usually did. I went to the room to check on her after doing some chores. Surprisingly, she was awake and staring at the ceiling.

I told her I was going for a meeting and she just nodded. I felt a little bit like my wife was returning to me. So I gave the other information which was that I made her breakfast. She smiled and said, “Thanks”.

A few hours later I returned. The house was open. I shrugged, entered and went straight to the dining area first for a glass of water.  As I gulped the water, I heard voices and sounds from the direction of our bedroom. I walked towards the room, this time the voices were louder.

My heart beat fast as I moved closer. “What is it this time?”, I thought. When I got into the room, I froze at what I saw. My wife was with two hefty men in our matrimonial bed having a ‘threesome’.  She was not just cheating on me with a man but with two men at the same time?

After gathering some courage, I ordered the men to disappear from my sight. They made for their clothes and ran off with one of them saying, “hey lady, you did not tell us you were married”.

“Get out!” I shouted.

My wife, without any atom of remorse lay in our bed, naked.

I took my phone and called Mrs Adewale and told her everything that had been happening, I mean, the drugs, the weeds and now the men.

My wife’s mother heaved a sigh and quietly said “Adedayo, I wanted you to marry my daughter because I knew you were the only man who could manage her. Before you, she had been married twice. In fact, she killed both men from her previous marriages. Please, try and bear with her and be careful with her because she could lose it with you too.

The call ended.

My hands began to shake. I stared at my phone and at the naked woman on my bed smiling at me. Then my eyes opened and I could only see the devil.

Dear friends and readers, what do you advise Adedayo? Should he continue with the marriage or should he walk away?

Cheers