Manic: Confessions of a Wife

Manic Book 1: Chapter 3

Malik hasn't seen his wife in over two weeks, and he was trying to go longer without, but she asked to see him. He'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit to missing her - her big smile, loud ass laugh, sexy soft body, and full lips. He doesn't know how the night is going to end between them, but knowing her, it could go either way.

As Malik's mother, Valerie, comes into his bedroom, he quickly tries to compose himself.

"Hey baby," she greets him.

"Hey mama, how you doing?" he responds.

"Blessed baby, blessed. How are you?" she asks.

He side-eyes her and asks, "Why'd you ask like that?"

"How did I ask?"

"Come on, mama. You know how you asked. Did dad tell you Savannah is on her way over here?"

"Yes, he did. But why did you have him tell me? Why couldn't you tell me yourself?" She sits down in the sofa chair in the corner of his room. "I thought being here was supposed to bring us closer together, not further apart."

He smirks, then looks at her. "That's not on me though mama. I can't allow you to keep making smart ill comments about my wife. I love her and after we work out everything, we're gonna work on having a child."

Mrs. Hawkins throws her hands in the air and exclaims, "Ah hell! Lord please!"

"See, that's what I'm talking about!" Malik sighs, "She'll be here any minute; I need time to get my thoughts together."

She's taken aback, "You kicking me out?"

Malik doesn't say anything; he just looks at her. She's surprised that he's acting this way towards her over a woman that cheated on him. She rolls her eyes and quietly walks out of his room. As she leaves, she gets a notification on her Smart-watch that there's motion at her front door. She yells to Mr. Dawkins that she will get it.

As she takes her time to open the front door, she casually browses her Instagram timeline.

"Hey Savannah, how are you?" Mrs. Dawkins greets her with a warm smile.

"I'm doing great Mrs. Dawkins. Uh, Malik knows I'm here."

"Yeah, he told me," Mrs. Dawkins responds as she moves to the side to let her in. "He's expecting you. He's upstairs."

Savannah thanks her and looks over to see Mr. Dawkins watching TV. "Hey Mr. Dawkins, how are you?"

"I'm doing good Savannah. How about yourself? You hanging in there?"

"Yes sir, as much as I can. Thank you for asking." She then asks, "Is Malik in his room?"

"Mmmm hmmmm," Mrs. Dawkins responds with a slight moan under her breath before Savannah heads upstairs. Mrs. Dawkins watches her walk upstairs and then shakes her head in disbelief.

"Why are you shaking your head Valerie?" Matthew asked, noticing her disapproving expression.

"I don't understand the chokehold that hoe has on our son!" She quickly realizes that she may be too loud and lowers her voice, "He can do better than her." She looks back towards the stairs to make sure Savannah isn't listening. "She has on a dress, Matthew." He doesn't say anything; just looks at her. Mrs. Dakwins whispering, "She's gonna try to seduce our son by giving him some; nasty heffa."

"What do you have against the young lady? That's his wife, not a hoe," Matthew responds calmly. "Valerie, one moment you like her, the next you don't." He lightly laughs, "I think you see yourself in her."

Crossing her arms defensively, "You calling me a hoe?"

"Calling you a hoe? Baby, can you stop? Our son is a smart man; the smartest one of the two sons we have. He always makes the right decisions; and even though he has made some that we wouldn't have made; they were still his decisions."