Short Story: Battle At The Home-Front 2

As I breezed past my secretary I caught the glimpse of a glow of satisfaction on her face.

 She was wearing the shirt I gave her as a birthday present.

 

Hello honey, how was your night? I asked as I hugged  Adeola from behind.

Awesome she said, resting her torso on my frame. I caught the wisp of her hair, the jasmine scented oil she used filtered into my nostrils.

Hope you had a wonderful rest she asked.

Yes dear I replied as I took my seat at the dinning table.

Adeola had made me a wonderful meal of oatmeal and fried eggs.

 

That’s one reason to love my wife. She never allows me to leave home without having breakfast no matter how small.

 

 

Oh gosh! I exclaimed, dropping the fork with a clang.

What’s the matter honey? Adeola hurried out of the kitchen.

 

How many times have I told you not to serve me with the same fork you used in whisking the eggs. You know how much I hate the smell of raw eggs. Argh!

 

I’m sorry honey, it was a mistake. She stammered.

Mistake my foot. Are we just married? I yelled at her.

 

I was past caring, I stood up from the chair picked my suit, brief case and headed for the car.

 

As I navigated the road to work, I relaxed my brows sighing. That went well! Seriously I know it ‘s uncalled for but I just had to do it. Not after I came home late last night reeking of alcohol and female perfume. I had to sneak into bed.

Sometimes my conscience pricks me, I feel as if I’m cheating  her. That I’m not being fair to my wife but I can’t help it

 

As I breezed past my secretary I caught the glimpse of a glow of satisfaction on her face.

She was wearing the shirt I gave her as a birthday present.

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