Bisi - the other woman Ep. 37
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Bisi - the other woman Ep. 37


By Jon Doe  Posted on 17th Oct 2018

Estimated reading time: 5 mins 2 secs



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A city with millions of souls sped by. Heat - generated not from connected bodies but the red orb residing in the blue sky - fell without mercy. Each soul within possessed a story that could fill volumes. Most would go untold; from unsung heroes to untouchable monsters. In this tale there are yet no unsung heroes, a thought no where near the mind of a Namdi situated in the passenger side of his wife's car. As she concentrated on the road before her, his full attention was absorbed by her mute tones. Well aware Zainab would leave no heterosexual male's neck unmoved if she walked into a crowded room, he was a little thrown by the simplicity she currently adopted. He pondered if it was safe for him to ask, a thought he quickly shelved not wanting to douse the current high from earlier this morning with frigid water. His temperature rose, the rising sun outside the car innocent; thoughts of their recent coupling the culprit.

"So what was the 'thank you' for?"

"How many times do I have to say I'm not telling you." Zainab said in a teasing tone.

"It was for cleaning up the dinning and kitchen, wasn't it?"

"I'm not saying."

"For spending time with your dad?"

"Namdi, just forget it. Even if you are right I won't say."

"I know now; it's for not taking advantage after undressing you last night."

"Taking advan... You dare!?"

Her hand lashed out to punch Namdi where it would truly hurt. He was prepared, trapping her slight fist in his before it could reach the weak center of his lap. In his hand he held hers, bringing it up and brushing the knuckles with a kiss. Zainab’s hand remained trapped in his. She smiled, her eyes still facing forward. Over the center console their fingers intertwined as the car sped down the highway, one among many on a path.

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The white Mercedes pulled to a stop in front of a large black gate. Namdi stepped out, pulling his suit along with him. He stopped at the driver side window, the tinted glass coming down.

"I could have driven in."

"No need, you seem to have somewhere you want to go."

"Oh, What time should I come pick you up? There's a video of a proposal I want to show you."

"Zainab, don't worry about it, I missed a full days work yesterday. Going to be late."

"But I don't mind..."

"No buts. I'll call an Uber whenever I'm done."

Namdi turned around, making his way to the gate. He stopped, turning back to the car. Zainab was there waiting patiently, the window still down. With a sheepish grin he leaned in and kissed her. A horn blared while their noses stood side by side. At first short, then incessant, the owner’s patience wearing thin. He couldn't be blamed much, where Zainab had stopped was blocking the entrance. Unable to tune out the horn, Namdi pulled away. Zainab grabbed his tie pulling him back for a second kiss, longer this time, the blaring of the blue Honda nothing but background music.

Guards at the gate ran forward, stern looks on their face as they made their way to where Namdi stood. The man behind the wheel of the blue Honda had a smug look on his face. Your father can't block me, it's now you that wants to block, he thought; glee in his heart as he waited for the couple to be unceremoniously berated and dragged away. A puzzled expression soon appeared on his bearded face. Upon nearing the car window, the guards had abruptly stopped, each throwing a panicked salute. The puzzled expression grew when he saw the guards were now making their way to his Honda.

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"Get out of here, oshi!"

"Who do you think you are?! Carry this your dead car and park it in the middle of the expressway!"

"Can you press horn for your father like the way you are pressing horn here!?"

Batons came out to hammer against the body of the Honda as the guards cursed the driver. A cold sweat dripped down the driver’s wide forehead in defiance of the morning heat. Unable to make sense of the sudden 180 of the guards, he did the only thing he could think of. Locking the doors, he threw the car into gear and drove away.

Zainab remained unfazed by the turn of events, tucking a ribbon into Namdi's breast pocket. Her husband on the other hand couldn't help but throw glances at the unfolding drama. A small part of him felt sorry for the driver. He could remember a time when his owning of such a car would be a dream come true. With an imperceptible sigh, he ran a hand to caress Zainabs cheek before walking towards the high rise building.

"Shake it for me baby!"

Namdi blushed hard. He could feel every eye trying not to look at him when Zainab shouted those words. It was then he could feel how closely the lining of his pants followed the curve of his cheeks. Knowing he would fuel days of gossip for these guards regardless of what he did, Namdi held his head high and strutted his stuff. Zainab laughed, two fingers finding her mouth as she whistled. When her husband disappeared behind the black gate, she looked up gazing at her maiden name at the top of the high rise building. It had been sometime since she had stepped into her family’s company. She thought once again of Namdi's laudable attempt to shake his rump for her, a giggle escaping from her unpainted lips. The window rolled up as she drove away, her destination firm in her mind.

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