His Wife

Chapter 38

"Get in," the demand was low and broke no argument but Leslie was pretty much peaking the heights of anger as we stood glaring at each other.

I unlock the car, open the car door then pull her to me my eyes a pool of anger as I stare at her. She stood her ground and stare back at me and from the street light, I could see her face clearly. My anger turns to a questioning glare as they travel the path the tears streak in her foundation.

Why had Leslie been crying?

I automatically reach for her face but she flinches from my touch and for a minute my hand remains poise before I made a fist and place it at my side.

"Get in, please Leslie," I said this time more gently and less demanding.

Eyes filled with pain that held questions her lips refrain from speaking look intently at me before she closes them and took a deep ragged breath, when she opened them they were shadowed pools of sadness. She seems broken and hopeless when she sat in the passenger seat and stare straight ahead.

When I came in and sat beside her, her statuesque pose bespoke something I could not decipher but pretty much hell-bent on getting to find out. I pull from the curb and head in the opposite direction from which I came earlier. As I drove away she sat there her hand resting on her belly her lovely face hard as nibble on her lips.

I wanted to speak but I did not know what to say. All I could see was my wife who just a few days ago made her declaration of love to me in ways my mind and body could not forget being held so possessively by Kameel.

I could still see her hand upon his cheek, his arms about her waist and the look of hunger radiating on his face was a reflection of the many I wore because I too crave Leslie.

Did the old flame they had ignited and set ablaze feelings that douse the ones she developed for me? My heart beat with anxiety and fear that I was going to lose the woman I love and to an asshole like Kameel.

I hit the staring wheel in frustration and groan as I was engulfed with despair. I saw her flinch beside me but remains staid and aloof as she kept looking ahead as if I was not even there.

"I need to get something to eat am hungry," I heard her say, and sometime later I pull up at a jerk center where I got some jerk sausages and chicken with the festival a bottle of cranwater for her, and a RedStripe for me.

We sat in the car as she ate with me staring out at the cars that pass. She had offered me some but I refuse and went to get myself another beer.

When I return she stares at me and the almost empty bottle and said. "Am ready to go home want me to drive?"

I knew what she meant but ignore her implication and got in the car. Our ride was once again silent until I pull up in front of my house.

"Where are we?"

I watch as she stares at the house before us behind the electronic gate then at me.

"Home," was all I said as I drove through the gate as it slid open and drove up to the carport where I park.

"I take it this is where you live," she said after I shut off the car got the keys, and turn to her.

"Where we are going to live," I said matter-of-factly.

She looks at me and folds her arms her eyes once again serging with that look I saw earlier before they darted away to stare at the decorated bricks that design the upper wall of the carport's enclosure. I felt my heart sank further when I interpret it to be her pulling away from our relationship. I told her to get out of the car feeling anger erupt and shatter my bearly in check composure.