The Silence Within

Chapter 59

Lola could not take her eyes off them. Her look was sharp, judgemental and fortified with fury. Her conversation with Fatime was the least on her mind. She had her entire attention on the woman seated next to her husband, laughing and touching him every little chance she had and Joshua on the other hand had not pushed her away or given her that attitude that says I am not interested. Her anger built over her chest like a heavy weight. It flowed through her quick and sizzling that her breathing came out faster and heartbeat quickened. Aniebiet was the woman's name. She was Fatime's friend.

"You will bend the fork" Fatime's voice came in through the mist of her rage. Lola snapped her eyes to the woman who sat opposite her. Fatime, with so much patience Lola found abnormal, took the fork that had a slice of red velvet cake into her mouth.

Her smile was soft but there was something about Fatime's dark eyes that Lola found mischievous. The bold eyes have secrets in them. Every wave of anger that radiated off her new friend could be felt and Fatime did nothing but smiled at it. Aniebiet's laughter rang through the living room. She threw her head, a hand resting on Joshua's shoulder. Joshua smiled at her and it seemed to snap something harder inside Lola.

Ah men! She fumed, her hold around the fork firmer. The only urge she had at the moment was to send the fork flying into Aniebiet's and Joshua's necks.

"If the sight does not appeal you then get up and go claim him as your man"

"He seem to be enjoying her attention" The words came through her teeth.

"He would" Fatime chewed. "It's normal for them to. It's up to you to stop it"

"Do you move with friends who cannot take their hands off other women's husbands?" Lola's angry gaze met Fatime's calm eyes. Now, the anger was also directed to her.

Fatime laughed, twirling the fork in her hand. Adorned with gold rings and bangles and beautified with dark henna in dots, thin strokes and flowers, her feminine hands, slender and frail, drew attention to anyone's eyes. Arched over shaped eyebrows were bold eyes lined with dark kohl that enlarged them and made them prettier. Her nose was small with accentuated full lips that had produced a pretty smile.

She wore a skirt and blouse made from sea blue ankara with white flowery pattern. The skirt was six pieces, white cord lace at its end, and a peplum blouse. Instead of the fabric's scarf, Fatime had used a black veil wrapped around her head and upper body. Earrings made from excellent gold dangled from her ears. The same gold had beautified her fingers and wrists.

"We always have that friend who will always be the black sheep among us but we would always love her just for who she is. You should have wild friends, Lola. You look like one" A smile twitched the corners of Fatime's glossy lips. "She has tried that with many of my friend's husband but she knows her limit with mine after she tried it once"

"And you are still friends with her" Lola frowned wondering what sort of woman Fatime was. She can't, never be friends with a woman who had flirted or have any liking towards her husband. The bitter taste of bile settle on her tongue at the thought of any of her friends flirting with her husband.

"Lola, if you do not like what you are seeing, walk up to them and claim him. That's why you are his wife"

"Claim him? How?" Wavy lined wrinkled her forehead.

"Go there, you can call him and just walk him away just to tell her that hey woman, stay away. If you can't do that then you stand up against her"

"Oh that" Lola lifted a hand to her neck.

Fatime watched the anger in Lola's eyes fade away. A little smile grace Lola's matte lips, her hands coming over her chest. Lola wore a white straight dress made from expensive lace. She had a simple white pearl around her neck and matching earrings adorning her soft lobes. Her shoulder length hair which looked like she had ran her fingers through it many times gave a sultry appearance with her quiet makeup. When she stepped out of the room to meet her husband in the living room, the idiot was smitten and had appreciated her beauty and here he was enjoying the company of another woman. Her head grew hot.