Beyond expectations

Episode one : dreams

Beep beep. The call ended. Mr. Adeshina sighed deeply, the weight of the conversation pressing heavily on his shoulders. "Do I really trust Bamiji?" he muttered to himself, his mind swirling with uncertainty. "He can be shady sometimes, but we've been friends since forever. He wouldn't lie to me," he reassured himself, trying to dispel the lingering doubts. He stood up and walked to the bedroom, where the early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the floor.

Mrs Adeshina was still lying in bed, her hair a tangled mess on the pillow. He called her name, seeking her full attention. "Funmi!"

Mrs. Adeshina sat upright abruptly, stretched, and yawned, her eyes barely open. "What is it? What are you discussing this early morning? Can't it wait?" She glared at him with a mix of annoyance and exhaustion, clearly displeased at being woken up.

Mr. Adeshina, maintaining a calm demeanor, responded, "Why do you always act like a kid? Don't let me start comparing you to that nonchalant son of yours."

Mrs. Adeshina shifted on the bed, her posture stiffening as if preparing for a confrontation. "My son or our son?" she retorted, her voice sharp and filled with venom. Her eyes narrowed, reflecting her irritation and readiness to defend her stance.

Mr. Adeshina sighed, feeling the weight of the situation settle heavily on his shoulders. He looked at his wife, knowing this conversation was about to get complicated. "I came to discuss the traveling stuff my friend proposed to me last week," he said, his tone measured, trying to keep the conversation from escalating.

Mrs. Adeshina seemed to calm down, her expression softening as she processed his words. Her eyes shone with excitement as she spoke. "The traveling? You mean the one that your nice friend proposed? What about it?" Her voice carried a hint of eagerness, like a child asking for a sweet treat. She leaned forward slightly, her interest piqued.

Mr. Adeshina, however, was not swayed by her enthusiasm. "Nice? You don't even know that friend of mine," he replied, his voice laced with caution. He watched her closely, trying to gauge her true feelings about the proposal.

Mrs. Adeshina dismissed his concerns with a wave of her hand. "So what?" she scoffed. "It's only a nice person that would want something good for his friends." She moved closer to her husband, her tone becoming more persuasive. "Babe, we will sell all we have and travel. E wa gbami? You like poverty?" Her eyes were wide with urgency, pleading with him to see her point of view.

Mr. Adeshina remained unconvinced. He opened his mouth to speak, but Mrs. Adeshina cut him off before he could even begin. She put a finger over his lips and said in a seductive tone, "Don't think about it. We are doing this, olowo ori."

"We will go. All my friends have gone, babe. Let's change location." Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. He could smell the sweetness of her breath as she whispered in his ear, "This is our chance, our chance to start over, to have the life we always wanted."

Her words were like a spell, binding him to her will. He tried to resist, to find the words to express his doubts, but they remained stubbornly out of reach. The warmth of her body against his, the sincerity in her eyes, made it difficult to hold onto his reservations.

Mr. Adeshina closed his eyes, trying to shut out the seductive haze that surrounded him. He could feel his resolve weakening with each passing moment, as if Mrs. Adeshina's touch was sapping the strength from his body. He thought about their future, the risks, and the dreams they once shared.

In that moment, he knew that he had to make a decision. He could give in to her desires, allowing their lives to be swept away on a wave of uncertainty. Or he could stand firm, putting his foot down and refusing to budge. But as he stood there, staring into the eyes of the woman he loved, he found himself powerless to resist her charms.

He knew that, whatever he chose, there would be consequences—consequences that he could not yet see, consequences that would shape the course of their future. With a heavy heart, he opened his mouth to speak. "Alright," he said, his voice barely audible. "We'll go. We'll sell everything and travel."

Mrs. Adeshina's face lit up with delight. "Oh, my darling," she cooed, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I knew you would see things my way." She hugged him tightly, her heart pounding with excitement and relief.