JEMIMA

Chapter 14

"I can't believe this Oladele, you are having an affair with a single mother, whose husband left because of God knows what" My mum stated angrily as she threw her hands in the air.

Tears were rolling uncontrollably down my eyes. Then I started to put one and two together.

Monica's surprising appearance to church, the unnecessary attention she gives my dad. The restaurant, they both went to the bathroom at the same time. She didn't even come to say hi. They were that close she wouldn't need to come looking for her pastor's blessings at our dinner table.

And then, my dad's overly emotional attitude with suspicious questions, on our drive to my school. He did do something wrong. Very wrong.

He walked on the way he had pulled a lot of people from. He defiled his body, he betrayed my trust, my mum's and my siblings' . My mom was right, he was a two-faced cheat.

How could he go on with his sinful lifestyle and come to the altar to preach the word. How was he able to, the father I knew, held in high regards, my spiritual father. My mentor, I had loved him all my life. But he had broken my heart.

I took one step that lead to me dashing out of the room and into mine. Locking the door behind me I climbed my bed and brought my knees to my chin, Hugging my legs tightly. I sniffled a little, and reached out to take the face mirror on my dressing table. I stared into it as I observed my face, it was all puffy and wet. I dropped the mirror and stood up. I walked to my dressing table and pulled out the drawer, collecting some tissue.

I had been using the tissue for crying quiet often now. As soon as I was done wiping my face. I stared at the dressing mirror as I observed my body features.

I tried to forget about what happened, I didn't want to remember. Everything happening for some days now shouldn't be. My dad shouldn't hit my mum, Toni shouldn't snub me, my dad shouldn't be in an affair. But then I felt a trigger in my heart that there was more to come.

I felt the need to pray, but I couldn't bring myself to pray. I felt tired, really tired. My heart ached for my mum, I didn't want to imagine how she was feeling. She had lost her husband to another woman, but then Dad did have a point. But I wasn't ready to give that a thought. My Dad was wrong.

Life was about to change, and not in a good way.

I winced away from the image I was glaring at and collapsed on the bed. I hated to feel defeated and that helpless, which in real sense I was.
I stared at the ceiling for a while, as I tried to forget about my concerns. I drifted off to Dreamland after few minutes.

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Oladele sat on the floor of the room. His left hand on his face, his right leg bent as he rested his chin on it. He stared at the family picture hanging on the wall.

Two sons far away and making a life for themselves. Two beautiful daughters, who were the best he could ask for. Anne, sassy and all shades of independent. She had a way of always having a way, she was always unapologetic of her stands on issues. Their frequent arguments where actually highlights for him, and he smiled at the thought of how much he missed her, as she was away in school.

Jemima, she was his favorite. Her father's daughter, she was the pride of the family. Always excelling where ever she had she chance to. Obedient and hearsome, she had not for once giving them a reason to worry. Her love for God? Sometimes challenges him. She was the perfect daughter. Ever smiling, she cared for her happiness a lot and tries not to get any circumstances take that away. Though she could be very emotional at first.

They don't deserve this,

Dele thought. He removed his hands from his head and slid the knuckles of his index finger into his mouth, he playfully bite it.
He removed it has a turned to face the direction to his wife's room. She had locked herself up in the room ever since Jemima also ran into her room.
Two dear people in his life just walked out on him.

He thought about Monica, and how Derin came to find out about the affair. He found love and solace in her arms, whenever Derin was away, writing books, attending meetings and fixing homes.
Monica was the sweetest woman alive, he only could wonder why her husband left her. Sometimes, he wished he had actually met her before Derin.

Yes, Monica was much younger. But she knew what he needed at any time. He sweet and alluring voice made him want to listen to her speak over again. And her eyes... Brown and shiny, making him at peace every time.

But then, he had fallen away from God, disappointed his family. And the church of God? They were going to remove him the minute they find out.

He couldn't end the affair, and he couldn't put his position at stake too. His mind was a battlefield with his flesh and spirit at war. His spirit wanted him to get out of the affair and find life. Get back to God, he was filled with word for this type of situation, but he couldn't find the will to apply it. He was the perfect example of, 'ever learning but never able to come to the knowledge of Truth'.

His flesh was still in strong desire for the arms of his mistress. He still longed for the affection and 'good times' he was getting from her. What was he going to go for, his spirit or his flesh.

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Aderinsola sat in the bath tub, under the shower, her head bowed as she hugged her legs tightly. Her hair wet and glued to her skin, the shower had been running for a while now. But she didn't bother to turn it off.

She felt defeated and betrayed, she couldn't believe her husband had found solace in another woman's arms. She was the one always teaching women on how to keep their husbands.  But she had lost her's to a single mother.

How did we get here...

She thought, what did she do wrong. What was it she found missing. She was the perfect wife, she was anointed and full of the spirit. She was a leader to many women. A role model to her daughters, what else does her husband need? The pride in her heart was blinding her from seeing the real thing.

She was contemplating on a different thing, should she remain silent as though nothing happened or should she do what she had been, preaching against?

Divorce her husband... He was guilty of infidelity, he had sin against God. He was two-faced, he was a cheat. He was an hypocrite, deceitful and a bad egg that had found its way into the ministry.

He couldn't even bear look at his face. He was a disgrace and he was bound to fall. The thing there was whether she would be with him, when he falls.

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