DREAM WAKE --- {COMPLETED} ☑️

THE UNRAVELLING

Chapter 25

OSAGIEDE

The door of the sitting room opened and closed, informing me that someone had come in. It was faint, but I'd always prided myself on my good hearing.

I checked Eseosa to see if she was still sleeping. Little noises startled her these days. Luckily, she was still fast asleep.

The house was quiet. Mum and dad were not yet awake, thankfully. I lied to them Eyare went for a business meeting and wouldn't be back home last night. I didn't want them to think we were having issues in our marriage. Truth is, our marriage was close to perfect. Better than most I"d heard of. I just didn't think I'd see the day Eyare would spend the night out of his matrimonial home.

Was he having an affair?

I pondered on this for a bit. I didn't think so.

I hadn't been able to sleep at all last night. I was sick with worry and anger. I had oscillated between those two emotions all night. Another emotion had added itself to the duo --- fear.

I was scared. Scared of the unknown. Scared something had happened to him. Scared he was cheating on me. Scared he had gotten some other woman's attention.

I had called him, on and off, all through the night and every time it rang, up until the automated voice said 'switched off'. Then I knew his battery had died.

But why would he deliberately not pick my calls?

I stood up to go check if he was the one sneaking in.

As I got to the door of the sitting room, I saw him sitting on one of the couches with his head thrown back on the head rest. Eyes closed. What drew my attention the most, were his clothes. They were dirty.

Understatement of the year, they were filthy.

I quickened my steps towards him and he opened his eyes. Our eyes clashed and I saw an emotion I thought I'd never see on his face --- guilt. Raw guilt.

His eyes were begging me for mercy. I wanted to think this was how we looked in the eyes of God when we asked for forgiveness. My heart softened and melted as we stared at each other.

How could I remain mad at the man who taught me real love?

How could I be angry at the man who gave me the best gift that is Eseosa?

How could I stay angry at the man who has my heart, literally in his hands.

Never!

I quickened my steps towards him, but stopped a foot away as a foul smell hit me. It was so pungent, it was almost choking.

It was the smell of alcohol that had stuck to clothes overnight.

It was not a pleasant smell. It practically oozed from every pore of his body. I was immediately disgusted.

I covered my nostrils in reflex and took two steps back, and then another, just for show.

He noticed my action and shame replaced the look of guilt on his face and he looked down at his shoes. I couldn't bear to see him this way, so I turned round to walk away, but I needed to niggle him a bit, so I threw some words over my shoulder. "Go take a bath. You stink!" I immediately felt sad I used those words on him, but I was more disappointed to see him in the state he was in.

I walked away to the room, anger making me antsy. I paced the length of the room, wearing the carpet thin. No need wasting useless emotions on people who wouldn't heed my request.