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David and Diane have been married for years; then there is Julie, the young secretary whose axis collides with the couple’s in ways none of them saw coming.
JULIE
David woke me up at dawn the next morning by nuzzling my neck with his nose and lips.
“Wake up sleepyhead,” he whispered.
“Do I have to? What time is it?” I murmured tiredly and burrowed deeper into the covers.
We had made love for most of the night and it felt like I had just fallen asleep before he was kissing me awake.
“It’s six, and I’ve got to be at work by nine. I was thinking if we get up and get ready now, we’ll have time for breakfast before we hit the road,” he answered, then rolled over, got up and pulled off the blanket.
“I hate you,” I groaned sleepily, but nonetheless, reluctantly pulled myself up into a sitting position.
“That’s not what you were saying last night,” he laughed teasingly, then picking up a pillow from the end of the bed, tossed it at me playfully.
“Come on; join me in the shower before he wakes up,” he indicated Junior, who was thankfully still fast asleep in the cot.
The thought of trying to get ready in a hurry once Junior woke up was enough to get rid of my last traces of lingering sleep, and caving in, I got up, pecked him on the cheek and let him lead me into the bathroom.
Although there was both a bathtub and shower stall in the bathroom, we both got into the shower, and our ‘shower’ quickly turned into much more, only to be interrupted by a loud cry from the bedroom – Junior was awake.
“Talk of terrible timing,” David groaned.
“More like a reminder that we’re meant to be getting ready to leave,” I laughed.
“Maybe if we ignore him, he’ll go back to sleep,” he suggested hopefully.
“Wishful thinking; finish up in here, I’ll get him,” I offered, then gave him a quick kiss, before determinedly pulling away and climbing out of the shower, suds of soap lather still clinging to me, as I reached for the white, heavy toweling robe with the resort’s name embroidered on it.
DAVID
Julie and I had had a lovely night, making the most of our last night at the resort. But driving back to Kampala in the morning, thoughts of the outside world returned with a vengeance; Diane had obviously figured out that I had lied about the supposed ‘work retreat’ and that I had in actual fact been with Julie.
She had gone as far as contacting my job to establish this. How much further would she take this once I returned?
If there was one thing I knew about Diane, it was that she could be the poster picture for a woman scorned if she felt she had been betrayed or cheated on. Now that she knew just what I had been up to this weekend, or more precisely whom I had been with, just how much damage had she done in my absence?
Was I going to return to find she had emptied the house and taken my children? Just how much had she said to the office? What had she told her mother and family? Had she spoken to my friends and family as well? Anything was possible with Diane, and as much as I hated to admit it, that was a frightening reality.
Julie and I made good time on the journey back and got to the apartment a little after eight. While I was in a hurry to get to the office, and see if there was any damage control that needed to be done there, before I went back to the house in the evening to deal with whatever awaited me on the home front, Julie walked slowly, as though to delay our parting.
I understood and was anxious to reassure her that I did, and that I would keep the promises I had made the previous night.
“I’ve got things to handle at home with Diane this evening; so, I won’t pass by as usual after work – but I’ll be back tomorrow,” I promised.
“Alright,” she nodded quietly, but her voice was low and her tone lacked conviction.
I didn’t have the time to convince her of my sincerity; so, instead, I gently kissed her right there at her doorstep. When I finally pulled away, I saw that my actions had spoken louder than my words ever could have.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she smiled shyly. This time, her smile reached her eyes.
DIANE
On the morning David was due to return, I woke up reinvigorated and with a sense of purpose; I had tossed and turned during the night thinking of how I would get my husband back, and now I had a plan.
Since I had apparently failed to keep my husband away from that whore, what I was left with was keeping her away from him, and since I had failed to do that too, I would get someone else to do it for me.
Once I had discovered that my doctor was in actual fact that little whore’s boyfriend, I had kept that information tucked away, waiting for a time I could use it, and that time was now.
Did he know who his little girlfriend had spent the weekend with? I would tell him and have him rein her in. Why should I be the only one fighting for my marriage? Let him handle his girlfriend and thereby do the work for me.
I waited till it was nine; a decent time to call your doctor, I reasoned as I dialed his number. He answered on the third ring; “Good morning; Doctor Kenneth speaking.”
“Good morning doctor; it’s Mrs Mujuni.”
“Mrs Mujuni! Good morning; how are you feeling?”
“Much better thank you, but I still have some pain in my chest that is disturbing me and I wanted to see you about it. Are you at the hospital this morning?”
“Yes, I am, but such aches and pains are to be expected for a while. As I explained to you when you left, yours will be a prolonged recovery process since your injuries were pretty severe; so, there’s really no need for you to come in.”
“No! All my other pains are reducing, but the one in my chest getting worse; I think I might have sprained a rib or something. I really need to see you about it,” I insisted, my tone almost panicky at the thought that this plan might fail.
“Well, alright; I don’t think it’s anything to worry about, but since it’s bothering you, I’ll check it out just to be sure,” he relented. “I’m already at the hospital, and I’ll be here till two; you can come in any time before then.”
“I’ll be there in an hour,” I stated firmly, and with that established, we hung up.
There was nothing wrong with my chest; it had been a ploy to get me in to see him, and get my plan rolling. With that achieved, there was no stopping me now; this plan would not fail. It could not fail.
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Source: The Observer
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