I loved him that night. I had only two choices: to fight or love him. I chose to love him as I locked the front door. I was furious. I felt blood rushing to my head as I turned the key on the padlock. Locking the door wasn’t enough. I felt she might pick the lock, it had been done before.
My maid gave me a confused look as she eyed the padlock. We only used the padlock when we planned to be away for longer than a day. She was clearly confused as we hadn’t taken any luggage with us save for baby’s change of clothes and food for the evening. I grumbled, not offering any explaination. I was not in the mood for chit chats. My mind was planning and plotting. Her mindless chatting was distracting me. I thought about the times I had found her in my house, inpecting, moving and throwing things out. Clucking away as she went along like the chicken that she was.
“What is this?” She would ask as she threw out my dry produce, “is this rice fit for human consumption? ”
“What kind of a woman are you? A woman who can’t cook?” She would say as she spat out one of my dishes and would immediately throw out the portion I had set aside for him.
“My son can’t live in such a dusty house,” she would say as she ran her stubby finger over an already dusted piece of furniture. Then she would turn to look at me with her mouth upturned, “I wonder what he sees in you!”
“When was the last time you washed these bedsheets?” She would ask as she smelt my linen.
I had told him about her about he just wouldn’t have it. He didn’t believe she was capable of doing it. She would never do such a thing, he always said. I could ignore the way she was always runsacking my kitchen and criticized my food but going into my bedroom was too much. It hurt even more that he always took his side. Didn’t the Bible say that man would leave his family and would become one with his wife? I had had it, I thought as I pushed the bunch of keys angrily into my handbag, tonight I will show him.
“Come,” I ushered my maid. “I don’t have the whole day.” Quickly she shifted the baby to her other hip, then placed the baby bag on her other shoulder and followed behind me to Mama Shabaan’s house. Mama Shabaan’s house was across the street. The house was in a middle of a straight row. Our neighbourhood was lined with small council houses that were planned neatly, with every corner calculated carefully. A few structures were new extensions and unplanned which jutted out of the neat straight row with a windowed stare.
“Don’t ask anything. Because I know once I tell you, you’ll stop me,” I told Mama Shabaan as I pushed her into her small bedroom. “What are you up to now, Luna?” she asked as her eyes pleaded with me to stop doing whatever I was plotting to do.
I had loved him that night. As I walked towards him at our local pub. I made sure the walk did the talk. There was no idle chit-chat, the talk of the walk said it all. My eyes locked into his as I licked my lips seductively before putting the beer bottle in mouth. My lips embraced the top tightly as my throat gulped down the golden fluids. His attention averted from his friends was now all on me, his eyes full of lust. He looked at me with longiness as I teased him from the opposite side the table with my eyes and lips. I had to love him as I ripped his clothes away from his sweating body., when we got back home late, happy, full of lust and drunk. Yes, I had to love him. Pressing into me, he undressed me by the door, as I fumbled with the padlock and the keys. I knew he was definitely alert and aroused as his thickness pressed against my backside. His hot breath caressed my ear sending tingles down my body. Yes, I had loved him.
I had loved him that night as I stradded him. My hips gyrated against his manhood, as I gasped, my body pulsed, my legs trembled and I could feel my liquid heat releasing. Shuddering and responding to his manhood, my juices began to flow as I rotated and pounded my hips to the motion. I had loved him that night, as he spread me again, inserting his manhood to the hilt. My head flung back as I ground faster onto him, the fire licking deep into my belly. I loved him as he fucked me harder and harder as I moved with him. I moaned harder as he pumped hard into me. Suddenly I felt a wave starting to move past me. My body was trembling, shaking, violently spasming as I screamed letting the waves wash over me. Sensation was crowding in on my brain, leaving no room other thoughts than quenching my thirst. The air smelt of our love juices.
“Baby, do you mind getting a towel or something from the bedroom to wipe myself with,” I had asked him softly once I had gathered my balance again. With him manhood dripping and half limp he walked to our bedroom. Confused he turned back and looked at me and he realised that the door was locked. “The key is on top of the door,” I replied, not offering any explaination. I watched him as he walked into the dark room. A smile forming on my lips. I tilted my head, waiting for the invetable as he flicked the light switch. “Mother! What are …” I heard him screaming as he ran back, covering his manhood. © Sandra Mushi is the author of Sahara Soul Food, Sandra’s Den as well as a poetry collection Rhythm of my Rhyme. | 
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