The Other Woman

2 Oct

At first, I was reluctant to attend the meetings but Tinu had insisted that I accompany her as a favor thus making it almost impossible for me to turn her down.

‘Hi I’m Kumbi.’
‘Hello Kumbi,’ the other women chorused in a cacophony of lovely voices.
I stole a glance at Tinu who gave me an encouraging nod to go ahead with my story, I had planned not to say a word at the meetings but I had no choice as it was expected of every newcomer to share their experience, an important piece of information that Tinu conveniently skipped while she was singing the praises of her ‘Little Girl Group’ as I liked to call it.

‘I’ve been sleeping with married men for close to five years now and I’m bored out of my mind. Maybe it’s because age is no longer on my side as I will be clocking Thirty-five in a few days or because of the last man I was with. His name was Andrew.
He was one of the new intakes at our company. He was the complete package, Tall, Dark and Handsome. He had good taste in clothes, shoes, in short he had his shit together. I took it all in immediately I spotted him, the clean shaved face, strong jawline, clothes well fitted, evidence of a man with a strict workout routine, and a wedding band. Not that a wedding band had ever stopped me in the past and it sure as hell won’t be stopping me now. I walked up to him, introduced myself and made small talk. He was a no-nonsense man, here to do his job and leave. I could see right through him. I would give him time to get settled before I made my move. A few days later I tried engaging him in small talk but he wouldn’t budge, ‘Hi’ and ‘Bye’ were the high points of our conversations. I felt insulted at first, wondering why he was acting aloof, ‘Was I not attractive enough? Was I too forward?, ‘Why didn’t he flirt back?’ Then it began to excite me. I was determined to win this game. Maybe he and his wife were still newly weds and there was no way he would succumb to temptation this early on in the marriage. I would wait. Few months later, my wait was rewarded as ‘Mr Right’ came into the office looking less impeccable than normal and late. He had on the look of an husband whose wife was extremely pissed at him, trust me I’m an expert. I know when a man has woman issues. His head was on the desk, probably taking a quick nap after a long row with the wife. I tip-toed to his side and whispered into his ear ‘Andrew wake up, it’s time for work.’
He must have mistook me for his wife because he instantly blurted out ‘I’m sorry baby,’ with pain and sincerity in his eyes.
This man sure loves his wife, remember thinking and chuckled at his embarrassment on finding out it was only me, Kumbi a lady who works in the same company.

‘I don’t mean to bother you, but I thought you could use this’ I said handing him a cup of coffee.

‘Thanks’ he took the cup from my hand as I took a seat opposite him.

‘so tell me, what are you sorry for?’

‘It’s nothing’ he looked embarrassed.

‘I’m sure it’s something, nothing you want to tell me perhaps’ I smiled and tried to put him at ease.

He hesitated, then replied ‘ Hell I need a woman’s perspective anyways.’

‘I finally got through to the man’ I told the group of women hanging on my every word.

He started narrating his experience to me.

‘I ran into my ex-fiancée yesterday on my way home from work, it was raining and all she had for protection was a shower cap. I offered to drop her off at home but stopped first at my dry cleaners to pick up some clothes and drop a fresh batch. Apparently while I was in the dry cleaner’s place, my wife’s best friend drove by and saw my ex in the car and cussed her out, after which she immediately called my wife. By the time I got home, she didn’t give me a chance to explain, going on and on about what she was doing with me at the dry cleaners if I really wanted to drop her off at home since she lived on the other side of town…’

‘Why didn’t you go drop her off immediately?’ I interrupted

‘I wanted to catch the dry cleaners before they closed for the day’ he replied.

‘Oh that makes sense, but did you explain to her?’ I asked

‘Yeah but convincing her is the hard part, she just wouldn’t listen’ he whined back.

I decided to go in for the kill.

‘Why does your wife not trust you?’

Like a fool in love, he retorted almost instantly ‘she does trust me’

‘Not just you Andrew, a good woman should trust your judgments as well’

This hit home as he sat quietly and pondered over this for a few invites while sipping his now lukewarm coffee. He leaned back in his chair then plopped the question

‘How come you’re not married since you seem to know to much about being a good woman?’

‘Because I know a lot more about being a bad man’ I replied and grinned mischievously.’

We kicked it off from here and before long, Andrew and I started seeing each other after working hours in the parking lot every day. I was used to sleeping with married men and I felt no way about it but when Andrew told me we couldn’t see each other anymore because his wife miscarried after finding out about me – the other woman, I felt a measure of Guilt, ….’

‘You whore’ one of the women screamed as she lunged at me in rage. I tried to get out of my chair but I was paralyzed. I took the impact of her body full in the face as we both tumbled backwards. She climbed me, knees blocking my lungs, eyes filled with anger and hatred. I was disoriented, gasping for air. I couldn’t feel the pain as she brought put a razor blade and slit my throat, but I felt her own pain. She was Andrew’s wife.

Don’t forget to comment and share. More stories of ‘the other woman’ would be posted soon. Thanks.

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19 Responses to “The Other Woman”

  1. Stephanie October 2, 2013 at 2:31 pm #

    nicely done

    keep it up

  2. mimsie October 2, 2013 at 2:39 pm #

    This is really nice. Keep it up.

  3. Demi October 2, 2013 at 2:47 pm #

    Nice and short. This situation is real n I see it all around

    • teekellz October 2, 2013 at 2:55 pm #

      Thanks dear. You see it huh? Hmmmnnnnn

  4. Bibo October 2, 2013 at 2:52 pm #

    Lol the “other woman” defintely knows her game. Tragic end to all her good skill tho ! Nice one

    • teekellz October 2, 2013 at 2:55 pm #

      I know right……. Loolllzzzz

  5. viola October 2, 2013 at 4:09 pm #

    wow! that was really good.

  6. bimbyz October 2, 2013 at 4:47 pm #

    Wow! Short and insightful. Keep it up. Cheers.

  7. heartstringsandkeynotes October 2, 2013 at 7:50 pm #

    I like the story, but I don’t like how it ended.
    I would have preferred if it was longer… Like more insight on what the “Group” was about, and why she was doing an open confession.
    Also, if his wife lunged at her, why didn’t the other women at the meeting stop her? At least, her friend was there. Did they just sit and watch while she slit her throat with a razor blade?
    Also, the razor blade part sounds a bit premeditated. I’ll have preferred if she used a pen or a hair pin to stab her out of rage or something.
    Its a lovely story. I hope my comment doesn’t take any of its “loveliness” away from it.

    • teekellz October 3, 2013 at 10:27 am #

      I appreciate your insight and comment, thank you. Like I said at the end of the piece, a continuation to the story will be posted very soon. Hopefully, all your questions would be answered then.
      Thanks again.

  8. IF3OLUWA October 2, 2013 at 9:44 pm #

    Well well, what can I say? Nice job, Karma.

  9. The Controvert October 3, 2013 at 8:58 am #

    hahaha! Jokes…

    I can only imagine the buildup of the rage in Andrew’s wife. I enjoyed this piece but I’m eager to see you put words to the wife’s thought process and how she got out the razor blade before she went for the kill.

    Good stuff… Keep ’em coming.

    • teekellz October 3, 2013 at 10:28 am #

      Thanks man, will do justice to that hopefully…….

  10. Dayo October 3, 2013 at 11:38 am #

    Nice piece. She had it coming

  11. Toye October 4, 2013 at 12:05 pm #

    Lol.. Nice use of words.. you could’ve done better with the ending though.. seemed too impratical for a story whose pace from the begining was very laid back.. still not bad

    • teekellz October 4, 2013 at 1:54 pm #

      Thanks, let me add however that the story is not at its end yet……… That was more of a teaser, an intro if you please….

  12. herreeate October 4, 2013 at 2:17 pm #

    Nice captivating story!I!

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