Pearls of Love (Episode III)
The next day was our wedding anniversary but I didn’t remember it until
up till when I received a congratulatory e-mail from the bank where we
run a joint account.
I wasn’t sure that Ann forgot the date too, though the chances are that
because she is angry with me she probably decided not to mention it.
It’s not unusual for her to remind me dates in the past because I am
usually a forgetful person when it comes to dates. At a time I had to
put all birthdays, wedding ceremonies and different anniversaries on my
phone alarm to remind of an upcoming event.
Immediately I called Ann.
“Hello” She answered in a very low voice; you can easily read the anger in it.
“Hello sweetheart” she answered
Somehow I think she wasn’t expecting me to call. For a while now she
complains about me not giving her surprise calls like I was used to
doing when we just newly married and even while we were dating.
Truly I hadn’t been a good husband for a while; I told her this imagining how she was taking it. “You know Ann sometimes I get so carried away with my problems and I am kind of selfish”
“Why did you say that?” She asked quietly.
“You know I am guilty of many things including my distance from you for a while now”
I was working on my laptop while we spoke, I am kind of fund of doing
many things at the same time. I copied an e-mail of a company with my
laptop’s mouse.
The company is Training Consultant for Audit, I will be writing their HR Head a mail later.
“Why do you feel guilty?” Ann asked.
I was almost forgetting I was in a conversation that is one of the problems with me, doing many things at the same time.
“You know we have been kind of distant in a while now, we don’t talk the
way we do before, I don’t have time for you and the kids the way I use
to before” I paused, thinking. “You have your reasons”
she cuts into my thoughts.
“Yes, I do but maybe it’s not justifiable”
I got up from my desk and moved over to window to view the streets, the
day was kind of unusually bright and it wasn’t even nine. Probably it
would rain.
I had my office on the seventh floor of a sky-scrapper building. Looking
down the building feels wonderful; I sometimes imagine what it would
look like flying out of the window. Imagine what Superman feels like
when flying those heights!
But I have a serious problem with heights, I am always too afraid of
heights; even at my age now I still close my eyes when in flights. I
think the fear of height is called, acrophobia.
Heights are not my only natural fear I am also hydrophobic, I hate to
drive on bridges and I don’t like coming too close to big water. Though I
grew up with my parents in quarters that had a big river behind; I
smoked at the bank of that river for years.
“So tell me, why have you been keeping away from your family for a while now?” Ann asked.
“Sorry” I apologized, “I have a serious fraud case I am dealing with at the office, it’s taken so much of my energy and time”
“What happened?” She asked showing concern.
“Someone’s taking away fifty million shareholders’ fund” I told her “though that should not affect my relationship with you”.
“Fifty million” I heard her catch her breath.
“Yes, fifty million, that’s why I have been withdrawn. You know that can affect my job if not sorted out on time”
“Yes” she replied quietly. “I am sorry about that sweetheart; I'm sure it will go well”
“It’s alright, I should have explain to you”
“Yes, you should have” She paused. “Something happened here today too”
“What was that?” I asked anxiously.
“I lost a patient, she was a good woman”
“Sorry about that” I told her meaning it. I have known some doctors to
have a personal attachment for some of their patients and it could truly
hurt when they die especially if you are one who has been taking care
of them.
We had been talking for almost five minutes and I had forgotten my reason for calling her.
“You know Ann, I had forgotten today is our wedding anniversary”
“I remembered since a few days ago but decided not to bother you” She answered.
“You should have” I said and wrote something on a notepad on my desk. It
was something I just thought of on the fraud case. If I didn’t write it
down at that time I could easily forget it.
You can say I am a great thinker, yes very true, I think a lot even when
I am doing other things. It makes me forgetful sometimes, though it
helps me a lot. So I had devised a means of writing down my thoughts
everywhere I am. I even go about with a small notepad in my trouser
pocket almost all the time.
“Should we do lunch together?” asked her. It was time to start work; I have had enough of the talk.
“Will it be convenient for you?” She asked.
“I will work something out and get back to you.” I answered, “I have to get back to work now”
“Okay, I love you Dan, please always let me know when something is wrong with you, you will promise me that.”
“Sure I do Ann, I love you too”
After the call I sat back a while in my chair and closed my eyes for a
few seconds then prayed for her. Ann is different from all other women I
have heard about in the whole world. She is calm, caring, honest,
obedient and a devoted wife and mother!
I called my PA to cancel my appointments for the day from three to enable me have lunch with Ann by three.
The rest of day was a busy one, I closed by three and first went to the
kids’ school to pick them up, and then we drove to Ann’s office. She was
already at the car park waiting for us.
Range Rover is still my best kind of car, it is not only beautiful but
it is also a very strong car. I can’t remember seeing one in an
accident!
This afternoon, Peter and Pat did not ask any question, they always have
a question to ask. I am happy to answer their curiosity when I am not
occupied; it helps them to sharpen their brains.
Kids these days are not like kids during our own time, at our time our
parents made us timid, we were not allowed to express ourselves nor our
visions, our dreams were clamped down and they made us short sighted.
The worse of it is that the moral training they were trying to impact on
us was never achieved unlike what we have today especially in homes
where parents are conscious of moral uprightness.
They impact discipline on their children from their very age, also
teaching them about morals and ways to have a good life. Helping them
from childhood to recognize their talents, help them develop it and help
them tow their path through life.
I guess that is why you have many artists’ children becoming artistes too, actors/actresses children also towing the same path.
Those days, if your father is a musician and because immorality is
attached to that group of people he will want his son to be a doctor and
would try all he could to force him to become a doctor even though the
boy’s talent is in singing.
Our parents hindered us from achieving our goals on time in life, yet
they boast of how they have helped make us who we are! They kill our
dreams and aspirations, they were shortsighted and it affected many of
us in my generation.
Except for a few of us who were tagged rebels because we took our future
into our hands as soon as we were able to stand by ourselves, most
others died with their great dreams.
It is a good thing to have children with minds of their own who can
dream of a great future. Peter and Pat had benefited greatly from their
interaction with Ann and me. I had deliberately ensured that I protect
the rights of my children and make sure that I help them to develop
whatsoever talents they have.
Well this doesn’t go a times without the annoying moments when they get
on your nerves with their over demanding attitudes and occasional
disobedience and stubbornness.
“My teacher said I have improved in my Arithmetic's” Pat said holding Ann’s arm. They had both been quiet for a while.
She probably just realized the need for some sound in the car. Pat is
kind of an extrovert compared to her brother who is more on the reserve
part.
“Good girl”, Ann told her, “You should be doing very well in your
Arithmetic’s; you know I was very good in Math’s up till university”
We parked in an open space left at the corner of CITY Palace. The place
has cinema, sports center, restaurant, fast food, children playing
ground and a spar.
As the kids went out of the car, Ann said, “I feel like old time again”. She drew close to me and kissed my lips.
“I miss you” I said to her, touching her slightly on a boobs.
“Really, I thought you no longer want me”
“No, I can’t even imagine that” I assured her.
When we later got back to the house we were both tired. We took Peter
and Pat to their rooms and later Ann and I bathed together, we hadn't
done that in a long time. It was a good way to reunite.
I held her close turning on a mixture cold and warm water, making our
bare bodies aroused. I caressed her hair and it was beautiful and
sparkling like it was the first time we met. Her hair was one of the
things that attracted me in her.
That night Ann slept in my arms snoring, she was always happy when we
are like this. It reminds me of the first time she slept in my arms just
like this several years back.
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