A single beep sounded from the pink iPhone on the nightstand. The time showed 1:00 a.m. Moonlight streamed through the bay window facing the foot of the bed. It was quiet, as the dead of night tends to be. Zainab watched her husband sleep. She knew him well. Nothing would wake him after the rounds of intimacy she had taken him through. Conflicting emotions rampaged through her heart. Out of the many uncertainties running through her mind, there was one which she was sure of. Leaning in, she placed her thin lips near his ear.
“I will murder before I ever let you go.”
Zainab whispered in an eerily calm voice. Grabbing her phone, she swung out of bed and headed to the door. She hesitated, turning to take one more glance at her sleeping husband.
Dawn remained a couple hours away from the land of the living. Buried underneath thin blankets, Namdi began to stir. Instinctively, his hand reached out towards the nightstand. He groaned, his back littered with scratch marks. Two blind grabs finally snagged him his phone. A quick swipe showed him it was almost 6 a.m.
“Babe, you awake? You were a tiger last night.”
Turning, Namdi saw an empty bed. His upper torso rose up looking at an open door. An enticing smell flowed into his nostrils. Following the aroma, Namdi went out through the bedroom door. His toes curled into the thick carpet as he made his way down the ornate stairs. The wooden railing had been carved with intricate designs. Supposedly it had been the railing of some aristocrat from a foreign country. Namdi only remembered how excited Zainab had been when it arrived. At the bottom of the stairs, he could tell what it was. His nose led him to the kitchen. There, Zainab stood in front of the stove frying Akara.
"Shouldn't the cook be doing that?"
Namdi was partly surprised. He knew she was a fantastic cook but she rarely bothered these past few months.
“I sent her home on a much needed vacation. Would you believe her daughter had a kid a week ago!?”
“Is that so…?”
Namdi replied, walking up to her and giving her tightly-rounded bottom a smack. A sharp scream erupted from Zainab.
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