HER WEDDING NIGHT

CHAPTER 17

After several hours of lovemaking on the seater, Jamal fell on top of her in exhaustion. Sarah was smiling, as she stroked his face.

After some minutes of silence, she kissed him. Jamal knew she wanted another round and he was too tired to do anything.

Guilt washed through him when he realized what he had done again. He stood up abruptly and wore his trousers.

"You should go home." He made to leave the room.

"What?" She exclaimed, sitting up, not caring to cover her naked body.

"Yes. Go home, Sarah."

"Are you crazy? It's late already."
Jamal turned to look at the wallclock slightly above the big plasma TV. It was 11 pm

"This can't work, I'm sorry. Just go."

"What? After having sex with me again? Are you insane or something?" She yelled. "What do you take me for? A sex toy?"

"You came to me, Sarah. You wanted it too. I made things clear to you since yesterday. Don't even try to make me feel bad."

"Is that it?" She screamed. When she didn't get a response, she began to wear her clothes in a haste. "You motherfucker, I hate you."

"You don't need to blame me. You are also at fault here."

"How? All I ever did was love you."

"Love, you say? Love isn't about sex only, babe. What else have you offered me apart from sex? Tell me. Is this how you want us to raise a family? Always having sex? Do you even know what I like and dislike? Do you know anything about me other than my name, where I live, my job and my best friend? Do you?"

Sarah was speechless. He was turning the tables on her. So she was just a sex toy after all. She wanted to scream but she was numb.

"I can't marry you, Sarah. As much as I love what we've shared, I can't. God knows I still love you but this has to stop. Everything isn't about sex. There is more to life."

"So you are breaking up with me?"

"We broke up yesterday", he reminded her. She nodded, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat.

"Do you know you are stupid?" She asked him calmly.

"What?"

"Yes", she moved swiftly towards him and strike his cheeks hard with her right hand.

"You are senseless and foolish and stupid." Then she laughed. "You did not realize all of these when we were enjoying the whole sex thing. It is now that your stupid parents decided to force you to marry some stupid girl that you know all I have to offer is sex? Do you know anything about me too? Do you know what I like and dislike? Do you know me at all? Have you tried to ask me for the reasons why I do the things I do? Have you tried to question me to know why I love sex? And why I always want to have sex with you?"

Jamal was short of words. He realized he was also at fault.

"I left London because of you. I left my well-paying job just to be with you. I came down to this Fu*king country and started receiving peanut salaries all because I love you. Loving you was a mistake. I regret what I did. I shouldn't have left my job in London, at least they appreciated me. I hate you." She spat.

"You call that job of yours a well-paying job? You were stripping....."

"Shut the hell up, you son of a bitch", she yelled.

"I won't let you go so easily and as for your stupid fiancee, she will hear from me." She moved to the door, after picking up her heels and bag.

"Don't even dare."

You have no idea what I can do." She twirled round to face him.

"Really? I see." He nodded, with his arms folded. The truth about her identity was unveiling itself.

"You know me not, Jamal."

"Well, I know you well enough to know that you can do and undo. If that is not the case, and you know you have nothing to hide, you would have told me about how you were an inmate in a prison for two years."

"What?" She was shocked. How did he know?

"Yes. You thought I don't know?" She couldn't answer. "Don't you dare touch my wife? Get out", he barked at her.

She glared at him for a while before moving out of the house, slamming the door shut so hard.

Few minutes later, when he heard her drive away, Jamal puffed out the air he didn't know he has been holding in.

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