CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
1% of the 1%
Marcus slowly brought his car to a stop when we got to the port. I called Alice after my dinner with Marcus to meet me at the port
“Thank you for tonight, I really needed it” I turned to him and appreciated him. After that delicious dinner, my mood improved. I guess the saying is correct, a delicious food brings peace of mind
Okay! I totally cooked that shit up. But for real, this guy rolled out the red carpet for me. When I really needed my husband, he showed up for me
“You are welcome, I am just glad I could be of help” he replied “So, this is your route home?”
“Uh-uh”
“Who is your husband again?”
“What?”
“The clients of this port are one percent of the one percent, so, your husband has to be one rich dude”
“You know I can be the rich person” I countered back and with a raised eyebrow, he gave me a subtle look “Well, you didn’t tell me who you are, so, I am not telling you who my husband is either”
He chuckled
“That is fair”
“Thank you again, I will see you around” I said and opened the door. Yes, I said I would see him around but as great as tonight was, I don’t intend on seeing him again. I am a married woman and my marriage to Kylian might be shit but I love him and I intend on been faithful to him. I don’t know if I can keep that commitment if I keep seeing someone that shower me so much love
“Bewa” he called out to me on my way to the ship. I saw him walk towards me. Even his walking steps turns me on. As handsome as Kylian is, his walking steps are terrible
“I need you to check this place out” he handed me a piece of paper. I collected and saw an address written on it
“Where is this place?”
“It is church, a Nigerian church”
“A church?” I whispered. Ever since I got to France, I have never thought of the church. All of a sudden, I felt like a bad child and Christian.
“I think you are lost because you are alone. Check out this church, reconnect with your people. They will help you remember home and that way, you will remember where you are coming from and where you are going to”
“Bewaji!” a voice called out and I turned toward the direction of the voice. Alice came into view
“Hey!” I greeted. I saw her gaze turn to Marcus and watch her pale out
“Alice, this is….”
“Rashford” she cut in sharply
Rashford! But this name is Marcus. Wait a minute….
Marcus Rashford!
My head snapped at him and I saw him sighed loudly
“Fuck! I thought I had more time” Marcus lamented “See you around”. He walked back to his car.
How the fuck did I forget, Marcus Rashford. The English footballer, a badass player and my husband’s greatest enemy on the team
Alice blocked my view as he drives off
“Bewaji, what the actual fuck!” exclaimed Alice
I sat in front of the big ass mirror in my closet applying my make-up as I prepare for church. Religion has always been a huge part of my life ever since I was young. My day to day activities is greatly influenced by it, the kind of clothes I wear, how I talk, how I behave and act. It even affects my decisions
Marcus was right about one thing, I lost my way, I lost my way to God, my connection to him and I intend on getting it back. I heard my door open and seconds later, Alice came into the closet
“I…”
“If you are here to continue yesterday’s lecture, you can shove it up your ass” I cautioned her. After, she caught me with Marcus yesterday, she talked my ears out and I am seriously not interested in getting into it again
“You may think I am hard on you but you can’t be seen with another man” She started again.
She is my friend but this woman is getting on my last nerve
“I thought I told you to save whether lecture you have, you are not my mother” I shouted angrily
“Yes, I am not your mother but I am in charge of you and it is my duty to remind of the contract you signed. Nothing you do must reflect badly on Kylian and what you did yesterday was not a good reflection, it was irresponsible”
“And why is that?” I jumped up from the cushion in fury “Alice, why did you think that is? I received the biggest news of my life” I could feel tears dropping from my eyes.
Seriously, my body is always betraying me
“I needed my husband, I needed to him to hold my hands and tell me that everything was going to be okay…. But he was nowhere to be found- Now, Marcus... he stepped up for me, he didn’t know me but he stepped up for me”
“So what, are you going to keep seeing him”
“No one is seeing that Nigga again”
“Then why are you going to the church he recommended”
“Because I have lost my way” I blurted out
“Excuse me!”
Resigned, I sat back down sighing loudly
“I am not a church freak but I had a relationship with God but ever since I got into this god-damn country, I haven’t prayed. It is like I forgot that there is someone up there that loves me. Maybe that is why nothing is working in my favour” I powered my face vigorously in annoyance
“So you think going back to church will fix that for you”
“Renewing my relationship with God will”
“I am coming with you”
“I didn’t think you would let me go alone” I commented and continued my make-up. She scoffed and walked out
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY, 9.00PM WAT
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