Love train: MY HUSBAND AND I (Part 11)

(Very Important: if you're getting an incomplete

story, Kindly read through Opera mini.. @Faith

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through opera.. And the version of opera ure

using..)

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Tony winced a little, he felt like easing himself,

he had pressed the beeper for more than twenty

times now but Lara is yet to show up.

He wondered if she was trying to punish him,

because on a normal day, she'd have cleaned

him up and served him his food..

He pressed the beeper five more times but she

didn't come.

He decided to help himself into the wheel-chair

standing by his bed side. He pushed himself

towards the bed's edge, he took hold of the

wheel chair and attempted to hop in. He lost his

balance and almost toppled over…

"Hey! What are doing?"

It was Lara, he didn't look back, he wasn't sure if

the scowl he saw yesterday was still there.

"Errrm…" he tried to speak as she balanced him

on the wheel.

"Morning to you Tony…" she wheeeled him

towards the Loo.

"I was answering a call when I heard the

beeper…"

"Here…steady…sorry…easy…" were her words a

she helped him into the the bath tub.

"I'l be back in a jiffy" Lara said looking away, she

could bear to see him unclad.

Tony smiled, she's too shy he thought.

"I want you to stay…" he smiled revealing his

teeth.

"No thank you." lara left the bathroom.

.......

"hmn Deji na wa for you ooo, that's how you are

ehn? Deji what's there in life that you should

forget me na!" Lara queried.

"Nooo, bestie, its not like that na!" Deji laughed

as she sipped her glass of juice.

"Eh is like what? Tell me! Deji toh bad!" Lara

laughed again flopping beside her friend.

"Girlie, yan me, I heard Tony is sick?" Deji began

to say in a mocking tone.

"yes, he's been ill." Lara said carefully.

"I heard the only snake in his forest is dead?"

Deji asked again.

"Now Deji, don't start! That's so cruel…"

"So cruel?" Deji mimicked her.

"You don't know how happy I was when I heard

the news! I danced ehn!" she looked excited.

"Deji!" Lara gave her a reprimanding look.

"What? Isn't it worth celebration?" Deji laughed

"This isn't fuuny" Lara frowned.

"You're happy at the misfortune that has befallen

my marriage?"

"Which misfortune? When that man was

fraternizing with all the women in town, isn't that

a misfortune!" Deji made a face.

"Deji please!" Lara looked offended.

Just then the beeper made a shrill sound.

"Excuse me bestie, Tony needs me now!" she got

to her feet in a hurry.

"come o!" Deji held her dress.

"so you don turn dog wey na beeper dem dey use

call you shey?"

the shrill sound came again, louder this time.

Lara pushed her friend's hands away, rushing

towards Tony's room.

Deji watched go, she clapped her hands in gossip

fashion. She quickly tip-toed after her friend.

"I'm just tired of being in here, can you take me

outside please?" Tony pleaded peering at Lara.

Lara wished she wouldn't take him outside, she

feared Deji's razor tongue.

"Lara? Anything wrong?" Tony patted her arm.

"Errrm, yea…no " Lara helped him into the wheel

chair.

"okay…" Tony smiled as she wheeled him out of

the room.

They were at the hall way when they met Deji's

mocking gaze.

"Good afternoon o, Mr Tony!" Deji made sure her

voice was loud and clear.

"Af'noon Deji, its been a long time." Tony smiled.

"Yes o! I heard about your illness…errm…I mean

the paralysis of your legs and ….and…..your…"

Deji replied a mischievously smile playing on her

lips.

Tony didn't miss the message she was trying to

pass across to him.

"lets go!" Lara whispered as she wheeled him out

trhought the back door.

"I'm sorry about Deji's attitude…" she apologised

as she balanced him on the grass in the mini-

garden.

He simply nodded.

"You need a snack or something?"

"No, I'm okay." he was reading some invisible

things on his palm.

"you don't need anythin, anything atall?" Lara

searched his eyes.

"Yes, you can go now, your friend is waiting." he

waved her off.

"Okay!" She sighed walking on the balls of her

feet out of the garden.

"welcome back! Iya Tony!" Deji quipped as her

friend walked in..

"Seriously what you did Deji was really bad! Do

you have to remind him of his problems?" Lara

feigned anger.

"Atleast he got the message!" Deji bit into her

meatpie.

"Deji…do you know you are too bad?" Lara

squeezed beside her.

"Oh yea! You need not remind me! Anyways,

we've gotta enjoy our lives o." she quipped and

they laughed in unision

Lara combed her hair and oiled it properly. She

had earlier on called her hair stylist that she'd be

coming that morning.

She wondered what hair style she'll plait, she

loosed shuku yeterday, maybe this week she'd

use two-step or sade…

"Lara?" Tony called out interrupting her thoughts.

She rolled he eyes

"oooooh, pesin won't rest again ni?" she hissed.

"Lara…."

she hissed again, she was beginning to get sick

and tired of Tony.

"Always Lara,Lara,Lara…na wetin sef!" she

frowned.

"Lara are you there?" Tony called out again.

"Ooooh, free me jor!" she whispered.

"Yes? I'm coming!" she put in a lot of effort for

her voice to become polite.

"Here am I." she forced a smile.

"I can see…just wanted you around me." he was

smiling too.

See this one o! When did that one start? Lara

thought.

"are you going out?" he asked.

"Erm, yes, I'm going to make my hair." she

explained

"Hmmm, I'd be alone then…" he said in despair.

"Well, I need to go now." she started walking

away.

"Okay." he sighed.

He was sure going to miss her.

....

Tony looked from Funke his mother in-law to his

parents, he wished Lara was at home; maybe

she might defend him some how…

"Thank God your wife is out, so we can discuss

properly." Ifiora began to say.

"Yes, her absence is very essential." Funke

chirped in, she personally thanked God Lara was

absent, she couldn't bear those looks on her

face.

"Errrm..Tony, what has your wife got to say

about your illness?" Ifiora asked.

Tony looked away, what does he want him to

say…

"Tony, your father just asked you a question."

Amara said impatiently

"Nothing." Tony replied.

"What do you mean by nothing?" Funke asked

eyeing him.

"I think she should be in the best positin to

answer that." he frowned. He had never had an

atom of respect for his mother in-law.

"Tony, you'l be travelling out of the country next

two weeks for your treatment…"

"I know that already." Tony cut his father short.

He wondered why they all gathered a meeting

without informing him earlier.

"Good! What matters now is Lara, we can't keep

her like this, she has a future." Ifiora ignored his

son's rudeness.

"What's your point?" Tony asked grithing his

teeth, he was losing his temper.

"The point is you should divorce Lara, you fool!"

Amara shot at him.

Tony held her cold gaze for a while, he wondered

when he and his beloved mother became

enemies.

"I can't divorce her!" he spat out.

"Why?" Funke sneered

"She is my wife, and I love her, our marriage is

sealed. Gerrit!" He glared at Funke.

"listen to me Tony! Love or no love, seal or no

seal, you must divorce lara! You can't saddle her

with your disability! How far do you think she can

cope?!" Amara said menacingly.

"That's none of your business! I wonder if

anyone has ever asked you to divorce your

husband!" Tony shot at her.

"You dare talk to me that way?" Amara made to

slap him but for the timely intervention of her

husband.

"No darling, you can't do that, look at his

condition" Ifiora forced his wife back into her

seat.

"We're here to rule out some case, not to fight.

Tony, Lara's mum came to us, she wants you to

divorce her daughter…" Ifiora gestured towards

Funke.

"Yes o! Be ni! You must to divorce my daughter

o! My daughter can't marry an impotent man o!

Lai lai!" Funke started to rant.

Amara exchanged looks with her husband.

"I meant it o! Its me Funke that talk it! I need

grand children, and they don't fall from heaven

shey you know that! A man must to perform ni,

and when you can't perform, we'll look

elsewhere." Funke's body shook as she ranted,

her gold bangles making chiping sounds.

Tony bit his lower lips. Life could be cruel

sometimes.

"that's so rude! We are not quarelling here!"

Amara tried to pacify Funke.

"Robb ke! Mentholatum ni! The quarell has just

begun niye o! Tell your impotent son to divorce

my daughter o!" Funke turned to face Amara

agressively.

"Please calm down." Ifiora told her.

"See who is talking! Like father like son! Who

knows maybe you too is an impotenti?…"

"You don't dare insult my husband!" Amara shot

back at her.

"How can you become this lousy? Is it how you

yoruba's behave?"

"Behave ke! You will soon see behaviour! Let me

go and tell her fathers people that's when you'll

see the real Yoruba behaviour.

Oshi!" Funke yelled at her before stamping out

the room.

Amara gaped at her. People change so easily,

could this be the same woman whom they

lavished so much money on?

...Watch out for Part 12