My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

After a while of sobbing Chukwuma finally let me go see Wale.

I walked to the ward he was admitted in with shaky legs and hands.

I swallowed hard blinking back the tears that threatened to fall, seeing him so weak and unalive. I walked further into the room to get a better look at him.

He was given the biggest room in the hospital on my order. The room was more like an apartment in the hospital for important personalities. He was important to me so he got it.

I sat down on the bed and held his hands in mine. It was quiet for about Three minutes. I watched him sitting down there wanting to watch all he does, loving his skin, loving his face perfect face.

His eyes fluttered open. I stood up immediately standing beside him. "Hey dear."

He didn't say anything. He just stared at me, tears falling from his eyes. I wiped them out with my thumb but they didn't stop falling. "Zara." He cried. I could feel tears form in my eyes. I sat down and let him cry on my shoulder's hugging him tightly.

"Why did you do it? You have the perfect life." I said stupidly. Of course he didnt have the perfect life, I for one I'm supposed to know that.

"I'm already dead inside." He said calmly. He sniffed taking tissue from the box of tissue on the table by his side. "I just want you to stay with me."

"You asked me to leave. Called me a s.l.u.t." I said emphasizing the leave and s.l.u.t. He hugged me, tighter this time.

"I swear I didn't want you to leave. I'm so so sorry just that I'm so f.u.c.k.e.d up. And I couldn't share it with you or any one. I buried this grief for a long time all my life."

I carresed his back, my hands moving up and down slowly. "You can tell me. Tell me your story Wale I promise not to judge you. I swear on my life that I won't. But please you have to tell me so that I can understand you."

He sighed. "I will now. I will "

"I am from a very poor family. When I was little my mum and my Dad, I loved them. I loved my sister too, very much and she loved me too. We were all we got of course, she was my only sibling and I loved her. "

"My mum worked as a cleaner and my Dad. Well he was a gambler and a drunkard. He would come back home very drunk every day and hit us all. But then in the morning, in the morning he was the best father ever. I never knew why he behaved like that. I don't know his own story or if he ever had a story. But one day we woke up and couldn't find my mum and my Dad. My mum ran away as for my Dad he had just lost his wife and he became worse. One day he fell into the well. Funny enough. He was buried there."

" I and my sister had to move on alone. Luckily for me, my sister took care of all the bills. Unluckily I found it hard to speak. Should I say I was very dumb when I was young and could not reason Properly. She helped me out. We maintained our home even made it better and we both still went to school. "

"She is six years older than me. I was twelve and she was 18 when the whole thing started. She saw me taking my bath one day, in my room and came in. I called her, I called her myself."

"Dabo there is no soap." I shouted from the bathroom. She Kept a packet of soap in the store and when any finished all I had to do was ask her for another one."

"I'm coming. Stay there." She shouted. But I didn't listen. I was eager to bathe and visit my friend Ade. I wanted to play saga. That f.u.c.k.e.d up game. So I ran out to the parlour. She was just coming from the kitchen when we met. Her eyes searched my face and she was angry."

"Why will you come out. You are wetting the parlour." She scolded.

"Sorry sis." I quickly apologized.

"Take and get into the bathroom.." She said handing me the soap. It was at that point that she looked down at my d.i.c.k and her demeanor changed. She went quiet, I had expected some more scolding but she didn't say another word."