[Story] Red Apple – Season 1, Episode 7 and Episode 8

Episode Seven (7) – “Hommies over Divas”

I quickly watched her hand from where I stood and just as Mary had said, there was no ring on her finger. What could have possibly been her reason for not putting on the ring? I got upset and even ignored her when she tried to talk to me. I just went to the bedroom and shut the door behind me.
Later on, I noticed she had placed the ring back on. “So those rings are only meant to be worn at home right? I asked. She tried explaining but I guess I was too upset to even listen to her. I was just not in the mood for that. I had to step out to get some fresh air. I sat in the car and drove off to nowhere in particular. I was just driving.
From all these happenings, I knew my wife was hiding something from me. Something Mary knew. I didn’t know her to be that type. How I wished Emefa was alive to assist me in this. No one is ready to tell me what is really going on.
It was through Emefa that I met my wife.
Come to think of it, I have never been upset or even gotten jealous over anything. Not that she didn’t give me a reason to but I really didn’t bother. Unlike Emefa, though we were just friends, we fought most of the times, especially when I saw her hunging out with male friends that I didn’t know of.
There was one time, back in school that I picked a fight with this guy who always bought biscuit for Emefa. I thought she was taking her friendship away from me. I picked the fight and ended up being beaten. But it really didn’t matter, at the end of the day I got the girl. ()
Thas didn’t stop there, even before she died; I had a heated argument with her just because I felt she didn’t have enough time for me. The reason behind this was when I went over her place and noticed that she was so glued to her phone instead of paying attention to me.
I didn’t know if this was love but there was no way I would even admit it. That was why I got married to the very friend she hooked me up with and even with that nothing really changed. Along the way, I heard a phone ringing in my car. I didn’t know where it was coming from so I had to quickly park and search for it.
The ringing tone was not a familiar one so I wondered how it got into my car. I was sure it had something to do with my wife because she was the one who used my car that morning. I was able to find the phone. Strangely, I had never seen this phone before; it didn’t belong to my wife.
There was a text message on it, so I decided to go through it just to kill my curiosity. At the first glance of the message, I was shocked. The message read “Hey, I hope you are home now. Get back to me when you are free. MISS YOU LOVE”.
I checked the sender, it was an unknown number. There must be an explanation to this; I didn’t want to believe that my wife was cheating on me.
I needed to get to the bottom of this but to be honest, it really didn’t bother me. I just needed to find out who the phone belonged to. But trust me, if it was to be Emefa, I wouldn’t have taken it easy at all. Why do I keep talking about the dead as if she was still alive?
“Let me get home to fix this”. Whatever I did, she was my wife and she was alive. “Let me go and make things right”. I then quickly turned around and went straight home. Ever since the confrontation between Eugene and Mary happened, I had never heard from Eugene. That wasn’t usual of him. Why would he distant himself from me over some stranger we barely knew?.
On my way back I then decided to give him a call, strangely, he was just hanging up on me. I called more than four times and he kept hanging up on me. What was even wrong with him for him to show up that behavior? That was not how Eugene was. This really got me worried. Eugene of all people should know that whatever the issue may be “Hommies over Divas” thus, guys will always put their fellow men first.
In no time, I got home. I parked the car and took along the phone with me. Before I got closer to the door leading to the sitting room. I heard Mary yelling at my wife on top of her voice. “Tell him the truth about your child, or I will” She said.

Episode Eight (8) – “Fetal Lies”

I parked the car and took along the phone with me. Before I got to closer to the door leading to the sitting room. I heard Mary yelling at my wife on top of her voice. “Tell him the truth about your child, or I will” She said.
I wondered what was with my child that I didn’t know of, what could Mary possibly know about my little Emefa that I, the father had no ideaabout. I really needed to find out what was going on. I then rushed into the house and that was where i saw my wife soberly seated down while Mary stood in front of her yelling at her on top of her voice.
“What is going on here? I asked. “Mary what is it?” I kept asking yet none of them was ready to give me an answer. Mary on the other hand gave me a wild look that scared me. I could tell she was so filled with rage and hatred.
“Ask your so called wife” Mary fumed. and just then she walked out and went into the guest room which was now probably her room. Now it was just me and my wife. She had a lot of explaining to do with what had just happened not forgetting the phone I had seen in my car which I was currently holding in my hand.
“Now will you tell me what’s going on here” I desperately asked. She looked at me as if I was not supposed to ask that question in the first place.
Then the least I expected happened. She stood up and walked towards me, she was really standing close and facing me. The last time I remember she stood directly close to me was when we were about to exchange our vows which was followed by a kiss right away.
However, right at this moment, she dared not think of doing what I was thinking; I was soo not in the mood for that. But i suspected she was in for another thing.
“I need Mary out of this house right this moment” She ordered. Trust me I wasn’t really expecting that. It would be so cool if Mary was out of the house but not until my wife answered my questions. ()
“You brought her here, so you definitely don’t need my permission to pack her out, besides that’s not what I asked, what truth do you need to tell me about my child” I asked again, this time around being more specific. I was not ready for any other answer, so she had better get on with it.
“Tell me” I shouted at her.
“Hey don’t yell at me” She said. That was so surprising, my wife had never spoken to me in that manner before. Nevertheless, that didn’t deter me from getting my answer.
“Look, I don’t know why you are making an issue out of this, this is aconversation between Mary and I” She continued.
“Oh yeah! a conversation that involves my child? woman!” I angrily said. Now she was really getting me upset about this whole thing.
“Hey take it easy, Emefa has just been a little sick and has been skipping school for some time now. I just didn’t want to bother you with it because I didn’t want to worry you. But she is improving now and doing well at school. Mary just wanted me to tell you this, that’s all.” She answered.
But why would she keep that from me? I thought my wife could be so selfish at times. Then again I switched on to my next worry.
“Saw this phone in the car, who does it belong to” I asked. As if she knewI was going to ask her that, it seemed she had already prepared an answer for me.
“You found it… Aunty Mercy has been calling me for it, you know the lady who sells at the shop across the road, I gave her a ride to the market this morning and she left it.” She answered.
That sounded convincing. There was nothing more I could ask. I guess my wife was truthful after all. But I still didn’t get why she all of a sudden wanted Mary out. It wasn’t really my concern though because that was her friend, she should be able to deal with her.
That afternoon, I found Mary walking around alone on the compound.That was where I decided to engage her again. Then she started making vague statements.
“You really believe in the things your wife tells you. It’s just a matter of time Selorm” She said.
“What do you mean by that” I asked.
“Don’t worry, but if I were you, I will try finding out why Emefa didn’t show up at your wedding.” She said and left me there while she went to her room even though I tried to hold her back.
Just when I thought everything was quiet calm, my wife started pushing me to make Mary leave. She was so keen on this that she even woke me up after 12 am just to confront me on this. Out of anger I got out of the bedroom and to what seemed like both a trance and reality. I saw Mary in her white silk night gown rigidly standing right in front of my daughter’s bedroom door. She stood as if she could see through it.
Then again, I began smelling Emafa’s perfume. I was so shocked that I shouted her name out.
“Mary” I called out. She turned her head sharply to my direction. I freaked out as I couldn’t see her pupils. It was all white.

To be continued.

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