Lola was home alone again. It was 10pm at night and Bolu was not yet back from work. The food she had prepared for dinner at 8 O’Clock was well and truly cold by now. At nine, she’d given up the wait, and decided to have her dinner all by herself. She had become used to this nightly ritual after three years of marriage.
She had always known her husband to be hardworking, but at least when they were dating, he had made the effort to take her out or spend time with her at home. She would never have guessed that her years of marriage would be the loneliest of her life. From the moment they got back from their honeymoon, work became top priority for him.
Sometimes she wondered why he had even bothered to marry her? Was it a maid he had wanted? A house keeper? Was his family on his case about settling down? Did he even love her? These were her usual thoughts, night after night, as she fought the voice in her head telling her that she wasn’t loved…that she’d been deceived to have married Bolu Adetayo.
With a sigh, she got up from the sofa and switched off the television. She looked at her phone, no missed call. She considered calling to check on him, but she was sure she knew what he would say. “Just rounding up, love. Will be home in a flash!” or something to that effect. She was tired of nagging him about never calling or texting, and she’d long past given up feeling concerned about his well-being, and worrying maybe something bad had happened to him.
Reluctantly, she did the least she could do and sent him a text message. “I’m off to bed now, hon. Your dinner’s in the microwave. I hope all’s good. Come home safe.”
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