The Devil Wears Prada
â€œYes babyâ€ Labib answered
â€œYou know I find it weird that you did not flair up when I asked if you were cheatingâ€
Labib stared at me for a while and replied â€œI am not cheating on you Omotunde, why do you need to light a torch where there is no darkness?â€
I smiled â€œwell, because I know youâ€ I said softly
â€œIâ€™m a changed man Omotundeâ€
I disentangled myself from his embrace and sat up the bed.
â€œI have been thinking to myself, do people just change?â€
â€œWhy are you pushing this Omotunde, I am seeing a psychologist, I am getting help for my anger issues; why is it imperative to question my good act?â€ His tone had changed and he sounded really angry now. â€œWhy are women so insatiable?â€
Labib got up and stormed out of the room. I hurried up and went after him.
â€œYou donâ€™t have to walk out on me you know; we are just having a conversation like civilized peopleâ€
â€œOnly that one of us is acting otherwise hereâ€ Labib replied
â€œWhat did you say Mr.?â€ I asked
â€œYou heard me right Omotunde, you are acting uncivilized, like a market womanâ€
â€œYet you married meâ€
â€œWhat choice did I have?â€ Labib fired back
Ouch! Ok that really hurt.
â€œOh yeah, not too late to end things thenâ€¦.you know what, do whatever you likeâ€ I started to walk away.
â€œYou donâ€™t walk out on me womanâ€ he pulled me back forcefully.
â€œOh! You want to hit me abi, hit me now, hit meâ€¦â€ I pushed at him with my stomach. He raised his hands to the air and I closed my eyes almost immediately and waited for the slap to land. I felt nothing so I opened my eyes and glared at him. He had frozen and was chanting.
â€œYou are a devil and I refuse to let you use meâ€ he shoved me aside and walked away.
I started to cry. Why was I so intent on proving Labib had not changed? Did this have to do with everything everyone has said to me? All the negative talk I have heard from family and friends that people donâ€™t just change.
I ran after him and then stopped. What would I say to him?
I dragged myself into the guest room and began to cry.Â Maybe I needed help too. Maybe I should see this Doctor too.Â My eyes were opened throughout the night.Â Damn you insomnia!
The next day, Labib had left before I woke up. I felt horrible. I went into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of juice. I saw a note on the fridge â€œsorry I called you a devil, you are my Angelâ€¦Labibâ€
I breathed relief but yet opened my mouth in surprise.Â What the hell had come over this man? Who is this Doctor that is making my man better?Â I gulped down the cup of juice and stared into thin air and allowed my thoughts stray for a while.
My phone rang and interrupted my thoughts. It was Mohammed and he wanted us to hang out. â€œI need to pick your brainâ€ he said.
We picked a time to meet at the cafÃ©. I showered and did a routine cleaning in the house. I was tempted to call Labib but I did not. The bell rang and I got up to answer. It was Aaliyah, one of my new made friends.
We hugged each other and I went into the kitchen to get her a drink.
â€œSo, how are you finding the area?â€ Aaliyah asked
â€œMy dear, fine ooo but I am starting to get bored thoughâ€
She started to laugh â€œyou better donâ€™t start to feel bored yet, thereâ€™s more to comeâ€
I hit her playfully â€œwitchâ€
â€œSo do you know the sex of the baby?â€ Aaliyah asked
â€œI donâ€™t. I want it to be a surpriseâ€
â€œHow far gone are you anyway?â€
â€œOk, by the way, have you registered at that gym I told you about?â€
â€œNo jare, I havenâ€™t had the time toâ€ I rubbed my stomach and licked my dry lips at the same time.
â€œYou should, you really are missing out on the entire yummy gistâ€¦â€ she squint her eyes and whisper â€œas in hot Lekki gistâ€
I started to laugh â€œyou are something Aaliyah. How are your children?â€
â€œGood o, considering sending them to a boarding schoolâ€
â€œSeriously, they are just 4 years oldâ€
â€œI wish you were having twins, you would know what it feels likeâ€¦.And stop looking at me like â€˜am a bad mother. I just want the best for them. Iâ€™m going back to my bodyline business you know, it will be time consuming.â€
â€œThen get a maid Aaliyahâ€
â€œAnd have the maid molest them?â€ Aaliyah brought out her phone and began to scroll through really fast. She continued â€œLet me show you a videoâ€
The video began to play. There was a young girl in it with little breast having her bath with a child. I was still trying to understand the purpose of the video when I saw the young lady in the video squat and the young child, a boy, bent over and positioned is mouth in between her womanhood.
â€œOh my God! Oh my God!!!â€ I screamed
I snatched the phone from Aaliyah and stopped the video â€œthis is so disgusting. Where did you get this from?â€
â€œOh oh! Now you see what I am talking aboutâ€.
I went quiet and tried not to replay the video in my head. Wow! I couldnâ€™t even say anything to Aaliyah again.
â€œIf they are not fucking your husband, they might just fuck up your children. I donâ€™t want that to happen to my kids Omotundeâ€¦.â€
â€œYeah, I agree with youâ€.
â€œI know taking them to an unknown place might look tacky and make me look like a lousy mother, but guess what, I went to boarding school as a child tooâ€¦and look at me, I turned out well, almost!â€
I smiled. All of a sudden I felt like I could confide in her.
â€œWhat would you do if you think your husband might be cheating on you?â€
â€œOh oh, hold on a second, is Labib cheating?â€
â€œHmm! Well, no! ehm, I donâ€™t knowâ€
â€˜oh my!â€ she got up to hug me and I started to weep like a baby.
â€œDonâ€™t cry sweetie, donâ€™t cry. Iâ€™m here for youâ€
I allowed the embrace linger on for a while and allowed my thoughts drift.
â€œWhy am I sabotaging my marriage?â€