My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

It had been over two week since I broke up with Wale. I tried reaching out to him but his line has been unavailable.

I even went to his house but his gate man said that he had moved out to another one of his house.

One I sadly didn't know about because he barely told me things about himself. I realized sadly after the break up that I didn't even know who I was dating.

I didnt even know his surname or anything about his family. He was like a stranger to me, a ghost that breezed into my life and breezed out, yet leaving a very strong impact in my life and taking part of my heart with him.

I couldn't feel myself anymore. I started to became really sad as the day went by and kuku noticed it.

It was lunch break and I was having lunch with kuku in the mini restaurant in my hospital. We were both seated at a corner in the cafeteria eating jollof rice and chicken.

I started working immediately I stepped into the hospital and so the day had turned out to be a very busy day for me. I was tired, frustrated and angry and I could barely tuck my sadness in my heart.

"You don't look happy Zara. Your usual glow is gone." Kuku said not mincing his words. I looked up at him and looked back down at my food. I didn't know if to tell him or if not to tell him about what happened.

He rarely asks about Wale these days so I figured that he had already sensed that something was wrong between us.

"I don't feel like here is comfortable enough to talk about s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e issue like this." I whispered, my eyes darting around. I met a few eyes starring back at me and I quickly looked away.

I hated making eye contact with my workers. It was always really awkward especially when they looked away immediately as If I had caught them doing something wrong.

"You have been saying same since Zara. After the day Wale came to pick you up you just withdrew to your shell. What's the problem?" He asked. I said nothing.

"Look I know that you don't like talking about your life but sometimes it's best that you share or you might just end up carrying all the burden alone and it will definitely weigh you down in the end. You are just starting your career as a doctor and you have big dreams, relationship shouldn't stop you from achieving your dreams_ which it has done to most people suffering from mediocrity which I know you are not. It is best that you share the problem, a problem shared is half solved don't let this dim your light. Share it, suck it up and move on. Don't let this weaken you."

He paused and looked at me wanting to see if I was convinced. I guess I still maintained my blank expression because he shook his head and took a sip of his juice, leaving our table awfully quiet.

I stayed silent while I pondered on his words and if it would favour me to follow his advice.

"You are right though." I blurted out, shocking him and myself. " I shouldn't let this weigh me down. It's best I talk about it and get it over with. Let's get out of here." I said getting up from my seat. He followed behind me.

Luckily, we had payed for the food already. Never eat freely from your business.

"So where are we going?" He asked.

I walked to his car instead of mine.

"We are going to your house. I want to watch that show you were talking about. The one you recorded where the man was rubbishing the woman because she is a woman. The Kenyan show, remember?" I asked, c.o.c.king my right brow.

"Well that, Alright. I guess its time we argue." He laughed as he opened the car door for me. "I'm no gentle man but I feel like doing this." He whispered in my ears as I got into the car.