LIFE AS SHE SEES IT- FOR HIM .......by Adesuwa

10.00am

She rolled on her bed at the same time grabbing her pillow, then used it to cover her head..

"Good morning good morning missy miss.." her alarm rang, the tone was that of a parrot with a shrill voice. She made a mental note to change her alarm tone and reached out to silence it.

It was Saturday. Jide had called to let her know that the soup and stew she made for him last week had finished. She had to go make another for him after stopping at the market.

She loved him and was happy to help out.

"Come in!" she called out from under the pillow, someone had knocked and she knew who it was.

"Aunty..good morning. I have made your food" Isi said. She was the housekeeper and cook.

"Good morning. Thanks..I will be down soon" she was tempted to ask her to make a pot of stew and soup, but Jide would go on and on about how she is to prove her love by actually cooking it for him. She got up and set about having getting ready.

When she was done,  she stood in front her mirror and observed. She hoped Jide would like this. He worked with Zenith bank and always told tales about how classy his colleagues looked and expected same from her. She was the daughter of a business mogul after all...even though she was simple at heart and didn't think it was necessary to always dress to the hilt , she loved Jide...what he was asking was not difficult.

11am

No one was at home, her parents were out of the country on vacation, so thankfully she needed not explain or lie about where she was going. Being an only child, she was smothered with loads of care.

She flagged down a taxi and headed to the market. Her feet ached already..so much for heels. She stopped driving to see Jide because he drove a 'baby boy' and hers was a Mercedes 2013 'bullet' as people called it. It worried Jide... she observed.

12.30pm

What happened to prawns? She could not seem to find any, she had walked the length and breadth of the market. Jide loved prawns. She tried not to let stares from the people she walked past bother her...it was not new being a yellow sisi. She gave up the search, he would not mind the slight change today...90% of Nigerians had no prawns to eat...talk more of getting it to eat free of charge.

1pm

She knocked at his door...

'hey babe! am starving! " he said opening the door and hugged her. He stepped back and studied her "you went to the market dressed like this?" She was wearing a turquoise halter neck jump suit and a black pair of stilettos.

She looked down at herself "but you said.." In her opinion she looked stunning.

"You should have gone to the market and then gone home to change " he snickered and shook his head " anyway am starving.. please do your kitchen-magic" he walked back to the sitting room leaving her laden with all she was carrying. Man U is playing.

2.30pm

She served him fried plantain with vegetable stew and fish. She tried to be fast about everything because he was starving.

"Prawns...I see no prawns babe" he noted

"I didn't find any to buy at the market dear"

He sighed...and started eating after he had thought about it for some seconds.

As he finished eating, his phone rang.

"Heyyy my guy...see as we dey score you na!...where you dey?" he laughed "see groove! make I come?...Okay now., I go show"

She could not believe her ears "don't tell me you are going out?!"

"Babe don't start your nagging now.. you know weekend is when I see my boys" he inched closer to her and started caressing her arms. Soon her protests were drowned by his kisses...their clothes came off and they had sex. To her, sex with him had always felt like a chore, she did not enjoy it or see the need for it. She knew it was the wrong thing to do, but she wanted him to be happy...it included faking orgasms.

He collapsed on her and slowly settled to lie by her side...they had started at the couch and ended on the floor. She felt spent and tired.

"Babe" he murmured after some minutes..."let me go and meet my boys...you were great!" he pasted a kiss on her lips and got up "don't forget to take postinor" he shrugged and walked off.

She didn't not say anything but laid there thinking. She came hoping to spend some quality time with him after cooking. She remembered what her friend had said on Thursday "hmm...if a man can't give you love or inspire you to be a better person then at least he would give you money...your so-called Jide here is doing neither! Yet you cook for him, clean his house, shop for him for free! Sleep with him! That's fornication you know?" Then you would be pumping your system with postinor and other drugs... what are you waiting for before you dump him eh? There has to be value added to anyone in a relationship! It has to be something...what are you gaining please?"

She loved Jide...he says he loves her too.