chapter 19

THE MOTHER INLAW

EPISODE 19

IFEOMA walked towards the door and opened to welcome her husband.

She simply paved way for him to pass instead of the usual hug and pecks. She didn't even deem it fit to collect his briefcase and jacket.

Fikayo was really tired and has absolutely no time for arguments so he simply ignored her.

Ifeoma took her seat in front of the TV and continued to watch her favorite

Skinny Girl in Transit TV show.

"Baby, I'm ready to have dinner" Fikayo announced as he took his seat comfortably on one of the dining chairs.

"Oh! Okay. Mama! Mama!" She shouted on top of her lungs.

Mama walked out seething, she was dressed in her usual Ankara Iro and buba (native)attire.

"Am I with your destiny? What's with the shout?" Mama questioned glaring vivaciously at her daughter-in-law.

"Sorry ma. I'm sorry. I just wanted to announce to you that our husband is ready to eat so you should get his food served" Ifeoma said innocently.

Fikayo was confused. Mama was even more confused.

"Are you acting some kind of drama? Whose husband am I!" Fikayo snapped.

"Before nko? She's definitely rehearsing a drama now. Probably the one they want to stage at your church for the Celebration of praise program" Mama concluded.

"I'm not in the church drama group so I don't know what you are talking about. I merely asked you to serve our husband. Or are you not a wife in this house too?"

Ifeoma asked, her tone laced with total sarcasm.

"Wonders shall never end! You are expecting my mother to cook for your husband?! Ifeoma! Is something wrong with you? Are you even listening to yourself right now?" Fikayo snapped at his wife again, he was fuming.

"I don't understand what this whole fuss is about o . So you expect me to come back from work, cook and then when you get back home, You choose your mother's own and then I have to throw mine out? All my efforts and everything?! Fikayo, tell your mother to cook for you as usual! You won't see me lift a finger today! Not anymore! I'm tired of this nonsense! She's a wife too! She can cook! No big deal, we already have two wives in this house" Ifeoma complained as she left for her room.

"Ah! Fikayo, they have gotten your wife!" Mama exclaimed dramatically.

"Who?" Fikayo questioned.

"They! Evil spirits! If not that evil spirit possessed her, how will any sane wife stand and say such things? Wonder shall never end in this house of yours, Fikayo!" Mama said clapping her hands.

"You have come with exaggeration of all matters. Which evil spirit now? Ifeoma! Oma!" Fikayo left to call on his wife.

To him, she wasn't acting normal.

Meanwhile, in the room;

"Are you serious? Where did you see him?! Wow! For real? Don't give him my number o, that guy is troublesome, he doesn't care whether I'm married or not...."

"Oma!" Fikayo interrupted his wife.

"Stop shouting my name like that, Fikayo! Ahnahn! What is it now? I'm on a call, biko!" Ifeoma replied her husband before she continued her conversation.

"It's nothing o, Bola. Oh! Thank you dear, thank you so much. That's how I saw it too o, promotion, double salary increment, God is very wonderful!"

Fikayo stood patiently watching and listening to his wife chitchats. Immediately she hanged up, he resumed.

"You got promoted at work and didn't think you should tell me?" Fikayo accused, shocked that he isn't the first person to know of such important news.

"Yes. How will I tell you when it's wahala you started immediately you came back and I don't have time for small talks" Ifeoma countered.

"You started it now, baby. You know what, we are not even cooking. We should celebrate this, we are going to eat out. Get dressed, it's a Friday, I want us to go clubbing, it's been a while" Fikayo cajoled.

"For real?" Ifeoma beamed.

"Yes, we'll eat out first and then have fun till late night! I've missed having some fun with you. I'll call my guys to meet us, it'll be more fun" Fikayo added.

Ifeoma's countenance changed.

"Those guys, you know I don't like been around them like that. I want it to be a 'us' night. I want to get see the movies and be naughty. I want to get tipsy and give you a lap dance" Ifeoma cooed now cuddling Fikayo.

Fikayo's ears perked up at that.

"Okay, Whatever you want"

Ifeoma dressed up in her beautiful body-con red dress and matched it with her white heels and white chic bag. She dusted her long Brazilian hair wig, oiled it and it was soon back in its spotless and glistening way. She added a little makeup to her face and she was satisfied with what she saw in the floor length mirror.

The Clubbing Ifeoma.

"Okayyyyy! Now, that's my girl! Shush every spirit that whispers that you can't measure up, numb every feeling that says you're not enough. Don't give room to anything that'll make you think you're nothing. You're above all challenges, you are a complete you, you're the better half of me. Smile baby, I need to have this look on my lock screen" Fikayo gassed his wife up as he took photos of her.

Ifeoma smiled heartily, one thing would never ever change about Fikayo and that one thing would always let her endure his mother's ill behaviors towards her.

That thing was Fikayo's caring, loving and utmost amazing gestures. What they feel for each other is the realest, he is one of a kind and she knew it.

" Ah ah! Where is a married woman going dressed in something this short?!" Mama exclaimed as soon as Ifeoma cat walked gracefully out of the room.

Ifeoma simply ignored her and proceeded to take selfies of herself on her phone.

"Look at you, your mates are busy giving birth, you're here going to parties, dressing up and taking pictures" Mama mocked trying to get her to react.

"Not today, Satan!" Ifeoma whispered to herself shaking her head as she tried so hard to make sure that her mother in-law didn't ruin her mood for that wonderful evening.

"Baby, I'll be waiting for you in the car, be fast" Ifeoma simply called out to her husband and walked out of the house into the compound.

"Go girl!" She gave herself a mental high-five as soon as she got into the the passenger seat.

She connected her Bluetooth to the car's speaker as she began to sing along to Timaya's I can't kill myself.

This life, I can't kill myself.

I can't kill myself, o yea.

I can't kill myself

Allow me to flex o....

TO BE CONTINUED...