Separated Episode 19 A
Bible Quote for the Day:
And we know (understand, recognize, are conscious of, by observation and by experience) and believe (adhere to and put faith in and rely on) the love God cherishes for us. God is love, and he who dwells and continues in love dwells and continues in God, and God dwells and continues in him.
1 John 4:16 AMPC
It was late at night when she got to his place. Traffic was at it’s worst and getting out of Lagos in that weather was not safe. Efe knew her cousin’s house was still far off and her only option was passing the night at Daniel’s place. The idea appealed to her, but a part of her knew it was wrong. Wrong because she knew being alone with a guy was not the wisest thing to do. But then it was Daniel, her family friend. What could go wrong? Besides, he had no feelings for her.
Efe dropped off at the nearest bus-stop and took a bike to his house. He had been surprised to see her in his half-asleep state. His curly hair dishevelled. His broad chest glistening with sweat.
“Efe, why are you here?”
He stepped aside to let her in and she walked into his apartment and took in the living room. It was her first time here but she had taken down his address once he informed her of his move from his parent’s house.
She scratched the tip of her nose gently.
“I was on my way to Ibadan but couldn’t leave again. There’s traffic and it looks like it’s going to rain.”
“Oh. That’s fine, you can spend the night here and leave early in the morning.”
She nodded. “Thank you. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”
He gave her a sleepy smile. “It’s fine. You would sleep in my room. The spare is a mess. Have a seat and let me quickly arrange my room.”
He disappeared into one of the rooms and she could imagine him picking up clothes from the floor and chucking them into his wardrobe; clean or otherwise. She stared at her fingers and still felt that heaviness in her chest that she shouldn’t be there. I know I shouldn’t be here but I don’t have a choice.
There’s always a choice. She heard the same still voice that she had become accustomed to over the years of learning to hear and listen to Him.
She heard footsteps coming her way and she looked up to find Daniel holding a pillow under his arm-pit and carrying a blanket with his other hand.
“So it’s all set for you.”
She rose; forgetting what she had heard earlier. “Thanks.”
Efe took her bags into the directed room. It was neat and all masculine. The walls painted in white. The king size bed was neatly laid. She dropped her hand-bag on the bed. She didn’t have any night-clothes and wondered if it would be okay to borrow one of his shirts for the night. She walked to his wardrobe pulled it open and an array of shirts came tumbling down at her feet.
She chuckled. She had guessed right.
She bent and took all the clothes and folded them neatly into his wardrobe. She pulled out the drawers and brought out a white-tee. She closed the wardrobe and went into the bathroom. It was mildly clean as well. She took off her trouser and blouse, both smelling of sweat from her long and tiring day. She took a quick shower and used his towel.
She stared at herself in the mirror. The sudden thought that came to mind wasn’t alarming. It was one she had harboured in her mind for months. She was ready to lose her virginity. Ready to become the woman he wanted. A part of her told her it was a stupid idea . . . But being with him, alone in the house with no one else around, made her daring and willing to do anything. Daniel had never been hers but she had always been his; just that he never knew. She stared at herself in the mirror. The little curves she had. She wasn’t as voluptuous as the other woman who held Daniel’s heart. She was chubby with a sizeable bum and almost flat-chested. What did she have to offer him? Only her love in the purest form . . .
She took a deep, shaky breath. Closing her eyes she willed herself that she could go through with it and opened her eyes again. She wanted him.
Nervously, she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and licked her dry lips. Indecision was playing games with her heart. Was it love or a crush she felt for her childhood friend? Her father’s godson. Her father’s best-friend’s son. A part of her told her it was wrong, another made the idea of being with him so alluring that she could hardly wait. She loved him. At least she thought she did. Tonight was the night. The cool weather added to the romance in her head. The clouds dark. She swallowed hard. Nervousness building up tempo. She knew He was watching them no matter how dark it was. Nothing could be hidden. Knowing that did she want to go ahead?
Efe stepped out of the bathroom and sprayed on her favourite perfume. Something sensual . . . She took slow and steady steps out of his room to the living room. He had opted for the floor since the couch couldn’t accommodate his tall frame. She knelt beside him and used her finger tips to caress his lips. It was dark and it added to her boldness.
“Daniel . . .”
He opened his eyes and sat up immediately.
“Efe, what’s are you doing.”
Indeed, what am I doing? Instead of answering him, she decided to show him. She took off her shirt and leaned close to him. The sudden desire in his eyes gave her the courage to keep going. . .
Mitchell was having second thoughts about telling him. She knew it was time to tell him about it ’cause time wasn’t on her side. His mood had changed drastically and he was acting careful and avoiding talking about the issue when it was clearly what he wanted to talk about. He wasn’t even talking about his wife and daughter. He was rambling on and on about movies, the state of the economy and so on.
“I know it’s still on your mind Daniel. What do you want to say?”
He looked confused. “What are you talking about?”
“I know what I told you is still on your mind. You just keep circling around other things and not talking about the elephant in the car.”
Daniel looked back, searching for something. Then he looked back at her. “I don’t see any elephant.”
She shoved him hard. “Be serious Daniel. You’ve been acting strange since I told you I was sick. Don’t let that stand between us or else you’re going to let me regret ever telling you.”
He rubbed his head tiredly. “I can’t help it. I’m sorry. Okay so what do you want to talk about?”
Her lips curled up in a smile. “Love. You remember we were chatting about it before you came. I promised to educate you on it.” She winked at him.
He chuckled. “Okay, I’m listening.”
“You said you don’t love your wife anymore. That you don’t feel that butterfly stirrings in your tummy and your heart doesn’t race. Right?”
“Yup. Not in those exact words but yes.
Chucking a piece of doughnut in her mouth she said, “You know . . . I may not know a lot about love between a man and a woman, but one thing I’ve learnt from my relationship with God is there wouldn’t be butterfly stirrings all the time. There are times I just don’t feel like reading my bible or praying or worshipping, and there are other times when I’m high and crazy on God. When the former happens I make it intentional to seek Him. I try my best and work hard at it. So also love… You won’t ‘feel’ love for that person on some days but you do what you have to do ’cause it’s a commitment. God loves us unconditionally regardless of our failures or faults or past or present behaviour. He’s committed to us.
“Ephesians 3 talks about how Jesus loves the church, His bride. He’s there for her to wash her clean and make her presentable on the last day. That’s what Jesus is doing for us… That’s what a husband should do for his wife.”
Daniel shook his head. “Even if I decided to love her I’m not sure I can forgive her. She staged everything so we could get married.” He looked out the window. “That’s marriage based on deception.”
Mitchell placed a hand on his shoulder, knowing how delicate the matter was and asking God for wisdom on what to say. “She opened up and told you. That has to mean something. People make mistakes. I know you’re hurt and disappointed. You feel the best part has been taken from you ’cause you couldn’t be with the other woman you loved, but you have to look forward. You have to get past the pain and reach out for what God has in store for you. Forgive your wife. She felt what she did was out of love but I’m sure the both of you have learnt from your mistakes. Beauty can come out of all the ashes. God doesn’t yearn for His people to see divorce as the first and only solution to all their problems. His hope for you and us all…. His whole plan, is forgiveness and redemption. Don’t harden your heart Daniel. Don’t harden your heart to what God has planned for you. The first step you have to take is to be conscious of how much God loves you and wants you to take Him as your First Love. Won’t you accept Him first?”
Praying within her, she hoped he would make the right decision and make peace with God. Life was so meaningless when lived without God and not accomplishing His purpose.
She wished Daniel would finally see the light and stop running from his problems and run back to God who could give him the peace and joy he desperately needed.
Tears pricked his eyes as he sat still on his bed at past midnight reflecting on what Mitchell said to him. He allowed himself relive the past. He thought back to that very day when Efe came over to his place… where it had all started.
He realised he also had the ability to say no but he hadn’t. She had offered herself to him and he had taken it willingly. He remembered when she told him she was pregnant and didn’t expect anything from him except to be a father their child. But everything had fallen apart when their parents got involved. Also when he had pushed her out of his apartment because she told him she knew they were to be together but she was afraid of losing him. In truth, not everything was her fault. Some of the blame was his to take. But it was pointless beating himself over it again and again.
He wanted back in with God. He wanted to hear Him speak to him. He wanted a better life than he currently had. And so Daniel had let Mitchell lead him back to Christ. She had said a short prayer in his car and promised to follow-up on him before rushing back into her house. He believed he was a new man despite his current situation and the mess he had brought to himself.
“God I’m in your hands. What next?”
Adesewa had heard that for the second time that week and she wasn’t so sure what the two words meant yet. Step out to or from what? Was it her relationship with Korede or was it stepping out to do something God wanted her to do?! She had brushed it aside previously but now, hearing it again, she prayed within her for God to guide her. Suddenly, fear gripped her heart. What if God wanted her to let go of Korede? Maybe she had got it all wrong and they were just meant to be friends. She closed her eyes and opened them again, not wanting to think of the possibility of it happening. They were already getting close despite their short time of being together and everyday seemed to open more doors of possibilities of them being together.
God do you want to take him away from me? Have I something wrong? Am I placing Him before You? Father, what am I stepping out from?
There was a light knock on her door and Kobina walked in. The last few weeks there had been a strain between them due to their last meeting. He still wasn’t happy she had pushed his own clients aside and had insisted on working with hers first. Later, she heard some of their employees were given the job to do and were doing so happily.
At least, it’s all settled.
“I heard you wanted to see me? You could just have called instead of coming to my office every hour to see if I was free.” He said as he took a seat on the couch not too far from the door, unbuttoned his suit jacket and crossed his legs at his knee.
“I know but I felt it would be nicer if I came to see you instead.” She shifted her thoughts aside and went to join him on the other end of the couch. Adesewa suddenly wondered why she had agreed to partner with him in the first place.
Can two walk together, except they be agreed? And what concord hath Christ with Belial? or what part hath he that believeth with an infidel?
Infidel? Who’s the infidel? Kobina?
“So what’s the problem?”
Adesewa bit her lip. God you want me to step out from my own company?! Am I hearing you properly? Why would you want me to give up something that just started and is prospering? “I just wanted to be sure everything is okay between us. Since the other day you have been distant.”
He adjusted his tie and shrugged. “Really? I didn’t notice that. Maybe guilty conscience is dealing with you because I’ve been myself all these days. I don’t keep record of wrongs if that’s what is on your mind.” He smirked.
She raised a brow. “Wrongs? You feel I’m the one at wrong?” Laughter escaped her lips. “You’re not serious.” Na wa… Very arrogant guy! “I’m sorry but please next time inform me ahead. Don’t forget it’s a partnership and not that I’m working for you.”
He got up and buttoned his suit jacket once again. “Very well. There’s no need for us bantering like cats and dogs. Your apology is accepted.” He turned to leave but stopped short when he opened the door and looked at her. “Hopefully, there would be a next time.” He winked at her and shut the door.
Her face contorted to a frown as she wondered what he meant by his statement. Did he want to cut off from his deals? She brushed aside what he said and thought back to the scriptures and what God was telling her. If truly God wanted her to leave, what would she be doing? Would she look for a job and start all over? How would she explained things to Kobina and how would she step out? Her company meant a lot to her and she didn’t want to let go just when she was yet to make her first millions. Adesewa leaned back on the couch and covered her eyes. Taking a deep breath she said a few prayers, asking God to lead her and make things clearer.
“God if this is truly Your will for me please let me know. Let everything fallen into place. Show me what you have planned for me.”
The rest of the day seemed to go by slowly. Thoughts od Daniel also came to her mind. She needed to see him. But then… another thought came to mind and she picked up her phone without giving it a second thought.
“Awwww, he’s just so cute. He looks a lot like you.” Efe removed the car keys from his mouth and cleaned the saliva off it with tissue Amanze passed to her.
“If you say he looks like me that must mean you find me cute as well.” He grinned and it made her heart do flip-flops. They were alone at his apartment. The plan had been to go out and watch a movie then have dinner and take a walk but that had all changed when his ex had called to say she had an emergency at work and he had to babysit. Amanze had asked if she was bothered by it but she wasn’t. She adored Ezra and seeing him again would be wonderful. Her mother-in-law had left with Eluwa and her heart ached at not seeing her daughter for the next couple of months.
She chuckled. “You know you can’t compete with Ezra. He’s new generation cuteness.”
Amanze’s eyes lit up in amusement. “And I’m what? Old generation and ugly? Babe you don’t know me yet o… I have moves that would have your head spinning.”
Efe looked away and tried to hide her face from the embarrassing look that must be on it. They hadn’t kissed or hugged for quite a while; sticking to just holding hands and side-hugs. It was best they took it slow and not let their emotions, and bodies, get ahead of them. But it was moments like this, when they were alone, that were the most dangerous ’cause she yearned to kiss him like all those times he had stolen a kiss or two at his office. It had been a while she felt the soft texture of his lips against hers. She closed her eyes and chased away the thoughts. If she dwelt more on them she would be tempted to act on it. She wasn’t going to let lust have it’s way with her again. She snapped her eyes open and the first thing she saw were his lips.
She jerked back; her heart racing.
“What are you doing?!”
He raised her phone, looking at her sheepishly . “Your phone has been ringing. You were so lost in thought. What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing.” She lied and snatched the phone from him and handed Ezra over to his father. She checked the number on the screen. It was an unknown number. She answered the call.
“Hi, good evening. Please may I speak with Efe Nwachukwu?”
The voice sounded familiar. “Yes, this is she. Who’s speaking.”
There was a slight pause before the person spoke. “It’s Adesewa.”