MARIAM THE GOOD GIRL.

EPISODE 7

Uwi—husband just lay properly. I jumped from bed, took a towel from the dressing table chair, wrapped it, and met her at the door. When she opened, she found me at the door. She said: “What—you slept or what?” I said: “I slept, yes—but this time I was in the bathroom.” Sister held my hand: “Come.” I thanked God and followed. We went down the stairs to the kitchen. She said: “Ehee—tell me—what did your husband say?” Uwi—I had no answer. Has he gone to his room or? I wondered. Sister said: “Because I’m late—you know alcohol and friends—I came now at 1 AM. I haven’t even entered my room—that’s why I was calling softly.” I sighed relief: “He came early, ate, and went to sleep. He slept long ago—I think he was tired.” She said: “He didn’t ask about me?” I said: “He asked—I said you went to a friend’s party—friends picked you here and you said you might be late.” She said: “Duu—you scared me. Here—wine and bites from there—I brought for you. Now relax—what to eat? I’m going to bathe in your room—then go sleep with my impotent.” Hearing that, I feared—what if husband hasn’t left the room? But impotence—how? A man’s machine stands like a pole and doesn’t sleep—you call him impotent? I laughed inside.

Sister started heading to my room—I followed behind. She opened the door, turned on the light: “Haaa—what is this I see here?” I was behind her—pressure high. Uwi—what did she see again? Has husband not left—what do I say? She entered: “Mai—blood on the bed? And why is the bed so messy?” I sighed relief—better husband isn’t here. I said: “Sister—my stomach hurt so much—brid started. That’s why I was rolling and went to bathroom—I didn’t know I dirtied the sheet.” Sister said: “Hmm—remove that sheet quickly.” I said okay. She went to bathroom, bathed, came out, wiped: “I’m going to wear kitenge in the wardrobe room—then go sleep.” I said okay. She left. I breathed—uhuuu—husband played well. I removed the sheet, made another, then went to bathe. I remembered husband’s love—wee—I felt so much pleasure in the bathroom. Husband knows how to play with the body.

I returned to room, lay down with my tiredness. Suddenly my phone lit—I took it—message from husband. I smiled. He wrote: “My wife—tomorrow morning come early—around 6 AM I’ll have finished the meeting. I’ll call you where. Sleep well, my beautiful—I love you.” Uwi—that message touched me. I felt happy. I replied: “Okay, my husband.” He replied: “Salon money—I’ll give you tomorrow morning. Now sleep and rest—I know you’re tired.” I replied: “Thank you, baby—I love you more.” He replied with heart emojis. I felt so happy. Suddenly I saw sister’s message—she sent: “I found him sleeping deeply—no news. Tomorrow if he asks, tell him I came at 4 AM—I’m sleepy, going to bed.” I laughed—if only she knew her man came to eat the fruit. But I thought—where sister took me from and how I live with her nicely—then I slept with her husband. If she finds out—I don’t know what will happen. But why doesn’t she love him? And I came from a poor family—do I not want money? Wee—I’ll try to get money. I won’t let her know—I’ll respect her as usual but let me also get rich.

I slept. The next day sister woke early—said she’s rushing to her shop because she’s receiving stock. So at 4 AM she woke. I also woke—children were at aunt’s (Roman’s sister, but not blood—sad). I did cleaning, prepared breakfast, then bathed. While in bathroom, husband entered, hugged me: “Why didn’t you wake me so we bathe together, my wife?” I smiled: “I didn’t know you’d wake.” He said: “12 now, baby—come—I’ve come—give me just one to get energy for work, then we bathe—I’m late.” He spoke while playing with my body—one hand on breast, other on c**t—rubbing dangerously. I had no refusal. Husband carried me up, pinned me against the wall—we enjoyed love, then bathed each other. He said: “Every day make sure you give me morning one—I love morning so much, my wife. And know—you’re the only one allowed on this body. If I hear you have another man, Maimuna—I’ll kill you.” I said: “I’m yours only, baby—believe me.” He said okay. I said: “But I fear sister—if she knows?” He said: “Didn’t she want this—or did you forget how she introduced you to me? She said you’re junior wife and sent you to test me—now what are you fearing? For now we’ll be quiet—but one day she’ll know. She’ll be told—so wife, don’t worry.” Hmm—I said: “She’ll be told by who?” He said: “By me.” I said: “Hmm.” He said: “You don’t believe? Your choice—you were told I’m impotent—now haven’t you seen? And that day you won’t believe.” I said: “I fear.” He said: “Don’t worry—I’ll protect you.” I said okay.

We left bathroom. I went to find clothes, helped him dress. He kissed me, gave me salon money again: “Make yourself beautiful, my wife.” I said thanks. We went to table—fed each other—no problem. He finished—I escorted him to the car, carrying his laptop bag. We kissed at the car door—him holding my breasts, squeezing: “6 AM, baby—try—we’ll stay together till evening, okay?” I said okay. He started the car and left. I felt so happy. Love is sweet—mmmhhh—I’ve become like a wife.

I prepared and called my salon girl—I’m coming early. She said cool. I locked doors—went to salon. I chose a nice style—my stylist has light hands. At 5 AM I finished. Nails and eyebrows done—at 6 AM husband darling called—asking if I’m ready. I said yes. He said: “You at your salon?” I said yes. He said: “Come outside.” Hmm—I gathered my bag and phone, paid quickly—even left change—ran out. Found him parked outside. I was surprised—how did he know? I entered the car. He started: “You look beautiful, my wife.” I said: “Thanks, my husband—it’s because of you.” He said: “If you continue being calm, Mai—you’ll live like a queen.” I said: “I’m calm—why?” He said: “I know you’re thinking—how did I know you were at the salon? I know everything about you.” I laughed. He said: “Wait till we reach where we’re going—then I’ll tell you all your sins.” I laughed: “I have no sins.” He said: “We’ll see.”

We reached a fancy hotel. He said: “We’ve arrived, wife.” We got out. He said: “Let’s eat first—then go to the room, okay?” I said okay. I wasn’t worried—I had started tasting the sweetness of good life—wee. We went to the garden, sat. Food came—we ate while he teased me—I laughed. Though sometimes I couldn’t believe this is the same man who was so calm—no talk. We finished—went to the room. There—no talk. He made sure to finish two long rounds—then rest time. He said: “You know—I was attracted to you the first day I saw you at home, Mai. And when I was told you’re a virgin—I was confused. But you came and messed me up—when you started your tricks wanting me—I saw you as a prostitute. So you already knew the city—you have no peace. I swore not to approach you. But my heart had already fallen for you. And when your sister traveled—you became well-behaved again, asked me questions. I wanted you more—I restrained with alcohol and late returns so I wouldn’t see you at all. But I started following your movements—then I saw—you’re pure treasure—no nonsense. Then I decided to show myself—because you care so much—and you raised my spirit when you said I’m impotent—wee—I saw I should build respect. Now I’m completely trapped.” I laughed so much: “Really?” He said: “Yes—I know everyone following you—and I dug them deep.” I laughed a lot. He said: “Maimuna—I’m very village in love—especially when I truly love—I don’t like wasting time with women. If I decide on one—it’s her. And if you do everything I like—you’ll enjoy a lot. My intention with you is serious—and I want to start a family with you. You hear?” I said: “But sister Asma isn’t your wife?” He said: “Didn’t she tell you I’m impotent? And she didn’t lie—to her I’m completely impotent. I don’t stand—not because I can’t—but because I don’t want to.” I said: “Why?” He said: “I told you—I’m village in love, baby—but not stupid. One day you’ll know everything. From now—look after me—because I’m looking after you. There—you’re my wife, okay?” I said okay.

Then we returned to bed—pleasure—pleasure—rest—around 12 PM we returned home. He dropped me outside the gate—said he’s going to a friend to pick work files—then coming back soon. I said okay. I entered—full of joy. Suddenly I saw sister’s car parked—uwi—I feared.

What will I say now? I took a headscarf from my bag, tied it on my head, entered the living room—found her lying like she’s sleepy. I started sneaking to kitchen. Suddenly I heard: “Eheee—beautiful of the family—with sneaking—you can explain where you’ve been today? And who were you with till now? And don’t lie to yourself—I know everything. I saw you were dropped outside the gate—now start explanations. And I warn you—don’t twist the truth—because where you slept—I woke up, girl—eheee...”

Uwi!