~Divorce papers and G-string~
For weeks on end Senator Madu had been visiting the hospital to drop flowers by the edge of the bed on which Nku lay. And about now he was almost giving up on Nku surviving the coma. It had been there months now and there seemed to be no improvement and any sign of life. He never expected it would linger this much and now there was this fear groaning in him, reminding him that Nku wasn’t going to make it.
Whenever he visited, he would hold his hand and weep tirelessly looking forward to the day he would hold his hands and kiss his, killer-lips once again with his breath intact.
“Oh Nku please my heart bleeds seeing you in this coma. What would become of me if you die? As the sea makes toward the pebbled shore, so does my end draw nigh without you. Please don’t do this to me! Breathe and open your eyes to life. I die a million times in my heart each day I wake up all alone in bed!” he wept at the tops of his lungs and knelt down in misery, and rested his head on his lean chest. He missed their bonding, and pleasures; he missed his art of cooking and his gorgeous smile. He wanted him back in his arms and he would do anything to bring it to pass.
***
On a crisp Monday morning, when Senator Madu beheld a thick brown envelope on his table. He looked puzzled once he cast a beam of glare upon the envelope.
“What the hell is this?” he asked within himself and drifted to his phone to call his secretary.
Shortly afterwards a tall well-suited pretty lady appeared at the door to answer to it.
He had gone crimson already, “What the hell is this?” he asked raised a brow and flung the envelope at her. He was certain the envelope wasn’t in connection with anything political and he wasn’t expecting any memo soon.
“Um, Senator, apologies for not telling you right on time. Later yesterday after you must have left for the hospital, your wife came over and dropped the divorce papers,” the lady’s voice shrieked with contempt.
“Divorce papers!” he snapped and gestured at her to bring it over. He opened the envelope and a piece of her red G-string was in it. He flinched before at the sight of her G-string before reading through the divorce deeds. “Ok you can return to your duty post,” he ordered his secretary, so he could peruse through the divorce papers. After reading the divorce papers, he could stop staring at the red G-string and he writhed in anger for such embarrassment…
***
A convoy of colorful Lamborghini cars were speeding across the street until they halted at Aku’s residence.
Hostile looking security rushed to open the door for Senator Madu…
Upon seeing them on the CCTV, she made outside to stop Senator Madu from stepping an inch into her house.
“What the hell is this, Aku? How dare you request for seventy five percent of my possession all in the name of divorce. Are you sick or something? And what is it about your dirty G-string?” he asked raising the envelope and the G-string…
“You are the one that is sick here!” she cursed, “I just served you the divorce papers, sign them and we are done. I am carrying your child that is why I am requesting for seventy five percent…”
“Oh Aku you and I know you are a cheap liar, who is out to reap from where you didn’t sow! I hustled and became what I am today without you. You are to request for forty percent not seventy, because I know you are not carrying my child. We have been childless from time immemorial. And I have moved on with Nku and I believe you have done same!”
“You son of a bitch! You have the audacity to stand before me and rant about your dirty, silly romance with a man like you. You have got no shame! I can’t imagine two groaning voices from two men who are busy stroking dicks instead of pussy. You suck!”
“It is none of your fucking business. I have the right to love whoever I want, what gender and race. It is my emotion and not yours. For your information that boy, Nku is much more loveable and sweeter than your miserable self. So you can go to hell!” he barked at her and turned to leave.
“You son of a gun! Where is your so called Nku now? I hear he is worse than a vegetable at the theatre where he went for butt surgery. You had better dig a grave because he won’t make it alive!”
“Oh really, let’s see to that! You can go ahead and show the whole world your nude all in the name of modeling or better still keep fucking Mr. President. He is not going to marry you either!”
“Get the hell out of my house you bitch!” Aku barked, advancing to him. “You can masturbate with my G-string because I know you are sex-starved.”
Senator Madu was assisted by his security into his Lamborghini before they zoomed off , screeching away.
Mr. President was sipping his wine and perusing into some documents when the slide door parted automatically for Aku who entered looking weak and drawn.
“What is it, sweet heart?” Mr President queried once he saw the sober look on her face. He left his chair and scuttled to her.
Aku had watery eyes and crimson face. She hugged him eternally before she broke down in tears , sobbing and burning his neck with her warm tears. Each time she dared to speak, she choked upon words her sobbing and ended up stuttering.
“Put yourself together, sweetheart. You just have to know that whatever it is there is solution for it. Don’t forget I am here for you in good and bad times,”
She titled her face backward lowered her gaze smacked her lips shamefully before saying, “I just divorced my husband. I just did,” she said emphatically, “It is my first divorce. I haven’t divorced before and I can tell you, I have never been so emotional in my life, recalling my ordeals with him these past months…” she stole a glance at his thick chest and gave a longing stare at him…