My Hot Temper Husband Episode 6 and Episode 7

My Hot Temper Husband
Episode 6-7
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We got wedded on the 17th of May 20…… and
the first one month of our marriage was heaven
on earth. Marriage wouldn’t have been better
than what we experienced as new couple. We
traveled to Dubai for a week of honeymoon
characterized with dining, wining, having sex,
shopping, playing games, watching movies and
sleeping. This was the first time in my life that I
will wake in the morning and not think of house
chores. It was really a nice experience with
Dayo. He gave me everything I wanted and those
things I never asked for. I was proud to update
mama daily about how Dayo has been treating
me. She was grateful to God for my testimonies
about my marriage.
We returned back to Nigeria on the 24th of May
and we arrived Lagos, his brother came to pick
us at the airport with a brand new car. We got
home and met some of his friends and family
members. Hello everyone, I am delighted to
present my first special gift to my dear wife, he
collect the car key from his brother and handed
it over to me right in the presence of his friends
and family members. They all clapped cheering
him and celebrating my car with champagne. I
felt good and on top of the world. Dayo was the
best choice I ever made in life, I muttered that
within me. I took the key and went on my knees
as a typical Yoruba lady to thank my husband.
He put his hands on my shoulders and lifted me
up. Even though I am a shy woman I didn’t
know when my lips grabbed his and I kissed him
passionately right in front of our guests. It was a
happy moment.
Mama had been battling with diabetes and high
blood pressure. Everyday I called mama, I will
always end my calls with “have you taken your
drugs”. Dayo became inquisitive, what is wrong
with mama? He asked after I finished talking
with mama. Mama is diabetic and also
hypertensive, I told him. Okay, we will see her
tomorrow after church, Dayo promised. After
service on Sunday, he took me to go and see
their senior pastor, pastor Jerry. He prayed for
us and advised us to be tolerant with each
other. He made a statement in his counsel that I
wished he never made. “Marriage is always rosy
at the beginning but challenges will show up
later. Be prepared for this time”. In my mind I
prayed and rejected that part of the counsel. My
marriage will be different, I assured myself.
After seeing pastor, we drove to mama’s place.
She already knew we were coming so she made
us pounded yam with egusi soup. We ate and
played with mama throughout the day. As we
were preparing to leave Dayo whispered to me ”
let’s fly mama outside the country for medical
attention “. That will be nice dear, I whispered
back. Are you people planning coup against me,
mama asked jokingly. Yes mama, we had
planned a coup against you, Dayo replied mama.
We will be taking you to India for a medical
attention next month. I will arrange for your
international passport and visa next week. Mama
was happy and began to pray for Dayo.
To crown my joy, I missed my period the
following month. I took in a month after my
wedding. What more can I ask for? I became the
happiest woman on earth. I didn’t find it easy
when Dayo resumed work after his one month
leave expired. I was lonely staying in our big
mansion all alone from 7:30pm to 6pm everyday
but Sunday. I had enjoyed Dayo’s company so
much that hours of separation seems like years
of separation.
Episode 7
The first shocker of my marriage journey started
on the 2nd of July. My husband came home
moody, unlike him. What is the matter dear, you
are moody? Talk to me, I am your wife, I pleaded
with him. He raised his voice at me, “you are not
my wife, you are your father’s wife”. I tried to
understand his grievances but couldn’t place it.
What is the matter, why did you say I am my
father’s wife? What did I do wrong? You are also
single, yet to be married, he said. His words got
me more confused. Dayo, can you just tell me in
plain language what I have done wrong? I
requested.
It took me almost an hour to get
him voice out what my offense
was. You’ve been married for
almost two months and your status
on Facebook is still showing your
father’s name and not mine. Your
marital status also is still
showing single. Is that all, I
asked him. I am changing them
right away. I picked my phone and
began to make attempt to update
my Facebook status but the network
that evening was terrible. I
promised him I will do that when
the network is restored. That
evening at dinner, he was not that
jovial Dayo I have been married
to. At night I attempted like
twice to make the change but
network was still not available.
We slept off and I forgot to
revisit it again.
It was when he came back again
with a long face the following
day I remembered I had not been
able to change my status on
Facebook. I quickly rushed in to
try it again. He came after me,
collected my phone and smashed it
against the wall. The phone he
bought with his own money. My eyes
were red seeing my phone
scattered on the ground. I didn’t
say a word, I just walked out of
him. He began to shout at the
top of his voice. Must I force
you to change your status on
Facebook after one month of
marriage? You are not proud of me
, that’s why you left your status
the way it is after one month of
marriage. You don’t want your
boyfriends to know you are married
so you can still be seeing them.
You will return back to your
father’s house since he is your
husband. Those words were like
arrows in my heart. I was really
disappointed at Dayo’s attitudes
When I could no longer take his
insults , I moved away. You are
walking out of me? He asked while
following me. I can no longer
take your insults again, and I
wouldn’t want to talk back at you.
Leave me now and let me be alone
. He dragged me by my left arm,
you can’t be alone while we are
in this house. I tried to snatch
my arm from his grip and my hand
hit him on his face. By the time
I realised what happened, my
husband had beaten me blue and
back. I laid down there and wept.
In the night I couldn’t sleep. Mama’s proverb
kept ringing in my mind “oun ton be leyin efa oju
meje lo”, “what is after six is more than seven”. I
kept hearing that every now and then while my
husband was deeply asleep as if nothing had
happened. What had happened to Dayo the lover
boy? Why was he able to deceive me with his
mantra of ” a changed man”? Has he really
changed? Did he pretended all this while just to
get me? Could it be that mama was right? I
hope I have not made an eternal mistake?
To be continued