Cheating On A Married Man

Chapter Seven: Forbidden Love.

Evening came, he sent me a text,

"Find me at the corner of the cafeteria, just enter my car, it's open."

When we arrived at that club, we found his friends the same friends as the other night, I didn't know he was going to invite his friends, either way, it was a plus for me because I would be killing two birds with one stone. I barely drank my alcohol because, each time I went to the ladies, I spelt it. Everyone thought I had been drinking, I started glancing at the man that I had seen with Gabriel's wife earlier that day, he glared me back and then told me to follow him outside in a whisper as he moved passed me. I followed him,

"Hey young lady, how is the night going?"

"Okay, I'm pretty drunk though," I responded.

"Oh, won't your mother be angry with you going home in this state? How about you come with me, I will take care of you."

"Mmm, how do you know I live with my mother?"

"Well....... I assumed cause you seem young to stay by yourself."

"Oh, okay. Well, my man will take me home but you can give me your number, and I will text you for anything."

"Sure."

He punched his digits in and I went back inside.

In a short period my old man had been exhausted, he came and whispered,

"let's run away."

I grabbed my bag and left, we spent our night in our usual hotel room, our night was amazing, I woke up to breakfast in bed, he thought I had been drunk the previous night and that I might have had a hangover, but I was okay. We had breakfast together, played some games, and took me out shopping. This Gabriel I was experiencing was new, he seemed alive and in love. I mean who wouldn't fall in love with me, not only was I good but my attitude and heart were a hundred.

I went back home that day and found Mom and the neighbour's wife chatting.

"Hello," I said as I passed going to my room.

"Slept out?" asked the woman.

"Yes, any problem?" I responded.

"And your mother is okay with it?"

"If she has a problem with it, she will seat me down and talk to me about it, that's the difference between a mother and an unhappy wife," I said while smiling

"Mwinji!" screamed my mother.

She knew I was upset.

"Sorry mom, will just go to my room."

As I went to my room, I could hear the woman lecturing my mother about how children should be raised. My surprise was how she knew all that when she had no kids. That day as I sat at my window, I saw that there was a very big fight across my window, Gabriel's wife was breaking things in their room. I couldn't help but watch, somehow, I felt pity for the woman. But I felt as though she deserved it for being so arrogant and boastful. My mother gave me a long lecture that day, telling me about how young I was for me to have been answering elder people rudely, she said, sleeping out at a friend's was okay but elder people had to be respected as they had the power to either bless or curse me.

Gabriel and I kept meeting and having fun, I had created a close relationship with his friend the man in contact with his wife, mom and I were okay. The woman from the neighbour reduced her visits but mom seemed lonely.

That afternoon, I went out on a date with my old man,

"I bought you something," He took out a little box, and I wondered what it was.

He opened it and there were keys, to me, they seemed like house keys but I wasn't sure if my instincts were right or wrong, then he knelt and said,

"Will you marry me?"

I was seated at the dining table with Mom and the neighbour's wife that morning, every word they said just sounded like voices from afar, as I was deep in my thoughts, thinking about what my old man was about to do, at this point I was a house owner and engaged to a married man whom I was crazy about. This married man was so different from the others, he gave me all the attention I needed and was there for me each time I needed him, and now, he wanted to make me his second wife and I was dining with his wife. I didn't feel bad about anything because they said, "Everything is fair in love and war." But with this one, we were so in love and marrying each other wasn't going to be a bad thing.

"Girl, are you with us?" Asked the woman. I stood from my dining seat and said as I left,

"I'm just not feeling fine."

"Pregnant perhaps?" She asked

"Can you mind the words you use on my daughter?" Corrected my mother.

I wasn't bothered by what she said the only thing I wondered was how she would feel if she knew what was going on, somehow I thought she knew, looking at her indirect words and usual visits.

We went on a vacation with my old man that month, I had asked for permission from my mother, and I had told her I was going on a vacation with friends from my former school, seeing that, I was on a holiday and I had completed my Secondary Education.

We visited places, he took me to his favourite spots.

At that moment, I had forgotten about home, my mother and everything else. I felt so special (which I was), loved and cared for. I felt if we ever had to break up, I wouldn't handle it because I was in love and I wasn't willing to lose my old man for anything or anyone.