My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

With sweaty palms I walked into the emergency room. Wale had been stabilized at night. For three hours my team of doctors fought to keep him alive as he persistently tried to die. He wasn't fighting. At a point I felt all hope slip away but then he came back.

When I was told he survived I was too happy to do anything but cry. Kuku was there for me through it all against his better judgement I know. I know it hurt him to see me so worried for Wale but then he tried much not to show it although sometimes when I looked at him through teary eyed he didn't look happy. q

I felt like I have been leading him on since this moment was exactly what I have been dreading the same moment I see In my nightmare when Wale would come and I would realize that I was Still in love with him after all this while. I had said it to kuku on one of our dates.

"I think I'm being selfish which Is unlike me." I said thoughtfully. He looked at me with questioning eyes waiting for me to finish what I was going to say but then I looked away.

"You know you can tell me anything there is nothing to be ashamed of in being selfish. We are selfish beings, humans are naturally self inclined."

"Are you?"

"I am most times. I'm not perfect you know that."

"I never said you were." I sighed. "But then you are so good that your imperfections can be ignored. You know your flaws I can manage pretty well. That's the point my parents were trying to make, be with someone whose flaws you can easily overlook."

He smiled deceitfully. A really cute smile. "So are you asking Me out?"

"Seriously Chukwuma you have to stop playing around when I'm serious."

"Alright. Alright. I'll stop." He giggled. He looked away from me then back but still the smile he was trying to hide was still plastered on his face.

"The thing is I love being around you gosh I love you but." I swallowed. "But not in the romantic way, I love you like I love family a deep crushing kind of love that can't be replaced or understood. I'm me when I'm with you, no pretense what you see is what I am. You make me free, alive happy. And I love you, I love you so much but not in the way I know you love me."

'Now this is getting interesting." He joked laughing nervously.

"And I know I should stay away from you so you can get over me but I can't. I can't stay away from you because I love you and I need you but not in the way you love a lover. The deep primal d.e.s.i.r.e that it's attributed to that kind of love where you want to kiss them so hard your teeth crashes with theirs or want to feel their skin on yours, driving in you with one sweet rhythm. I love you but it is not the kind of love that craves but the kind that is already satisfied." I sighed letting out my frustration. He looked sad and it was OK, I was sad too. "I wish I can tell my heart who to love but then, then I can't. Do you understand?"

"So who do you love. Wale?" He asked. I could hear the hurt in his voice and I nodded looking down.

I expected him to walk away to shout at me, to say how much he hates me but instead he took my hands and I looked up mostly as a result of shock.

"Don't leave me that would be you being selfish. Stay with me. I rather be friends with you than to lose you. You have given me a reason to live, something to fight for. You have added some rhythm to my boring song and that's OK for me. Just stay. Maybe one day you will learn to love me maybe not, but for now stay with me."