As he flipped some more, he smiled even more. It hadn't been easy, he had loved her since the beginning. They had been friends for almost a decade. One the day he finally asked her out, she had given a blatant "NO". She did acquiesce after two years, thanks to His relentless perseverance, they dated for a while, they fell madly in love and then decided to expose their love for each other at the alter.
He was about turning the page, when his dearly beloved wife put her hand and stopped the page. She said she loved the picture. It was a picture of them some eleven years ago posing in small studio. They both looked at the picture then stared at each other and for a moment he taught he saw tears hoarding in her big emerald eyes. This had to be love, if it wasn't love then no couple came close to love like these two.
He showered his wife with gifts, luxury trips and all the comfort in the world and she in turn saturated her husband with the best cuisines and earth quaking sex. Life was good.
It was time for Him to attend his annual bar conference. Henry had made a pact with himself that within eight years he would assume the most coveted title in the law practice, the senior advocate of Nigeria (S.AN). He had to make his family comfortable and his wife proud of him.
If not for this commitment, nothing else in the world would have taken him away from his pink... He fondly called her that.
While he searched for his tie so he could pack up, he saw something, an old scraggly note. It had been written by himself several years ago, the night she had agreed to be his girlfriend, it was also the first time they made love.
She had asked him how long he would be with her and he responded by means of a note. He wrote "Till death do us part".
He picked up the note, closed his eye and kissed it, then shoved it into his travelling box and hurried to the airport. That travelling box was his favourite.
On the plane, all he could think of was her large glowing eyes, her contagious smile, her fair soft skin. The melody of her voice rang frequently in his ears. He was missing his pink. Not to worry he had pleaded with his trusted friend and best man to stay in his house, so his wife wouldn't feel too lonely. Still he was missing his baby, his pink.
On landing at his destination he was told that the conference had been postponed due to the mysterious death of the bar president.
In 45 minutes he was back, in the front door of his home. His heart pounding with joy. Home is indeed where the heart lies.
On entering his parlour, he heard and saw something simultaneously, a sight that got him dazed and made his consciousness skip. He had dashed into his parlour just in time to see his unclad wife bouncing, writhing and moaning uncontrollably on top of his best friend. She was screaming and acting in ways she never did with him. The two were going at it and sweating profusely, when they jumped apart on seeing him. Their eyes suddenly filled with remorse and sincere apology.
After the shock faded and reality hit. He taught of rushing for his gun and killing the two then blasting himself but in another instance he decided against it, he just walked away, taking back his box with him. He knew he would never return to that house. He would sell it off. As for his wife and friend. They were history.
There was crying, pleading, apologies even interventions but they all fell on deaf ears. His mind was made up. He wanted no business with the past. The image of that night was too painful to bear, no one deserved to relive such reality. He had forgiven his wife but that was all he could offer.
..............
It had been ten years since and now he lived in another city, single and happy but the scar remained. He was on his way to his S.A.N conferement. His dream had come true. In his small comfy home, he tucked his travelling box ready to go then he felt something bulge at the purse side of his travelling box, he had not utilised that purse in ten years.
He squeezed his hand in and he retrieved a ball of paper. Mystified, he unfurled it and realised it was a note, very rumpled, barely eligible.
It wrote "Till death do us part".
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