CHAPTER FORTY
A cry for help
The last three days in Bali with Marcus and his family has been pretty amazing. They have been nice to me and they are good people. I know by now I should have learnt that not everybody that smile to me are good people
But what can I say? I never learn
We visited some amazing places I only see on my phone. I had so much fun sliding down all diverse kinds of slides at the Waterbom Bali. There was different thrills and spills to cater the adrenaline jump I felt in that place.
We went to the Tegalalong Rice Terrance, it was my first time in a rice plantation, even the one in Nigeria can never be as beautiful this. We also visited the Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary and I could swear that one of the monkey winked at me
The last three days with Marcus had been the best days of my life, I mean I practically fucked my life in France and I don’t even give a fuck about it.
Tonight is our last night in Bali and we are about to have our dinner. I help set the table outside, under the golden light illuminated by the bulb over our heads. I carefully set the ceramics plates on the table and my eyes went to Marcus who was helping his brother, Dwayne with the food
He burst into laughter at what his brother said and I could not help myself but laugh too. Since I made the decision to let Kylian go, I had let myself think about things I never allowed myself to think about.
I know it is pretty early but would it be so bad to marry him, I mean he is single and I am about to be. He is handsome, hot, sexy, talented, caring, nice, hardworking, rich and above all, he pays attention to me. That is all I have ever wanted in a husband
But I was denied that
If Marcus would have me, I don’t mind becoming his woman. He looked at me and waved to me with a lovely smile. I waved back and then he continued what he was doing. I just kept staring at him and I know staring at him is probably creepy but I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. He is just so hot and handsome
“Handsome right?” a sullen voice with a British accent stated
“Yes” I replied with a chuckle. The fuck did I just say “I mean no” I looked at my side to find Marcus’s mom, Melanie. She laughs out loud
“Of course, he is” I finally confessed
“I know, he got my gene”
“Yeah, I can see that” She affirmed
“You have an amazing son, Mrs Rashford”
“I told you to call me, Melanie”
“I am sorry, I am sorry” I cracked in laughter.
“Marcus is amazing, I just wish he would settle down and have some couple of kids. That way I would stop worrying about him” she confessed with wistful look. I looked at him and sighed
“So, Marcus told me you are married” she asked. I nodded “But I see no ring on your finger”
I unconsciously touched where my ring should be and smiled but the smile didn’t stay long on my lips before it faded
“You know a married woman does not follow her male friend to another continent during the New Year when she is suppose to be with her husband if she intends to stay married”
I felt uncomfortable by what she said, then she came to my back
“And a man does not bring a woman who is just a friend to meet his family” she concluded. I looked at her trying to understand what she is trying to say, she just winked at me and walked away
I turned by gaze back to Marcus, does this mean he thinks of me as more than a friend? What does this mean for us? Should I give him the greenlight?
After the dinner, Tamara, Marcus’s little sister put some music on and then she dragged Marcus to the dance floor. Melanie and Robert, Marcus’s dad joined them. Dwayne and his girlfriend also joined.
With no partner, I just cheer them up. Few minutes later, Marcus came to me and started dancing with me.
Holding my hands, I moved my body with his to Beyonce’s Halo and we both swing our bodies together as his family applaud us. It felt like this is where I belong, right here with this family, in Marcus’s arms
Why am I never this lucky, why can’t I have a mother-in-law that wants me with her son the way Melanie does, why can’t I have in-laws who will cheer for me as Marcus’s family does when I am dancing with their son. Why can’t I have a family who will want the best for me instead of waiting for me to fail? Why am I so unfortunate to be married to a family who won’t include me in their lives? I just don’t understand why I am never lucky, I got an indifferent husband and terrible in laws. Just my bad luck
Way into the night after the dinner and dancing, Marcus said he had something to show me, so we took a stroll hand in hand. The night felt perfect like it was meant to be. Everything I ever dreamt of doing with Kylian, I have only experienced it with Marcus. Right now, he felt like my husband and not Kylian
“Your people are amazing” I complimented him
“Oh come on, my mom is up in everyone’s business, my dad is everywhere, Dwayne acts like he….” He tried to downsize his family
“You don’t understand how much I would give to have your family as my in-laws. Trust me, your future wife is going to be lucky” I cut in sharply “Moreover, your mom is just worried about you, she wants grandkids”
“Damn! Please don’t tell me, she tried to match make us together” he groaned loudly
“Well, you can’t blame her. We look good together. Even Joy and the others confirmed it” I said.
How is that for a green light?
He chuckled loudly
“Whatever she said, don’t listen to her. Like I said, she is up in everyone’s business” he stated
Could he be saying that because he does not know that I am divorcing Kylian
“Marcus, there is something I need to tell….”
“Close your eyes” he cut off suddenly with a bright smile
“What?” I said in bewilderment
“Do you trust me?” he asked and I nodded “Then close your eyes”
I did as he asked and then I heard booms of firework. I opened my eyes and saw a display of beautiful firework in the sky
“Oh my God, this is so beautiful”
“At the party in Ibiza, I noticed you love them” I watch as the colours of the firework changes on his face “I could see that the last few days have been really hard on you, so I wanted to do something really nice for you” he muttered with a lovely sexy smile
Why on earth is this man not my husband?
Or maybe, I can change that now. My life with Kylian is pretty fucked anyway. So, I tiptoed on my heels and used my hands on his shoulder to bend him to my level
He looked at me with bewilderment, almost in shock but I just smashed my lips on his without giving him an explanation
Wow, it feels soft and the last man I kissed was Kylian and that was months ago during our wedding ceremony. As I tried to deepen the kiss, he used his hand to push me away and looked at me with disgust
“The fuck!” he exclaimed.
Did I get the signals wrong?
“Marcus, I am sor…” he walked off away from me
Throughout the night, I just turned and tossed on my bed. How did I get the signs wrong? Marcus was not into me and I let myself think he digs me? He was just been nice to me and I fucked that up just because I wanted some attention
When the morning came, I made a decision to apologize to him and have him erase that memory from his head. As I open the door, and here he was standing at door about to knock.
“Hey” I greeted
“Can I come in?” he asked in a hard voice. I really fuck up. I moved aside and he came in. I closed the door behind myself and turned to him
“About last night…” he started
“I am sorry about last night”
“Bewaji…”
“Please, let me explain myself”
“I think you need to go home”
The fuck is he talking about, we are going home anyway
“We are going home anyway”
“I mean back home to Nigeria” He clarified
“What?”I exclaimed in confusion. What is he talking about?
“You have not been yourself lately. Your feelings are all over the place”
“Marcus…”
“You are even willing cheat on the husband you claim to love so much, I think your marriage is talking a toll on you and you need to go back home to Nigeria to get yourself back together”
So now, I am a slut. Of course, that is what you are called when you kiss a man that is not your husband
“Would you at least, let me explain myself” I pleaded. He gestured for me to go ahead “You probably think I am a woman that cheats on my husband but I am not. Kylian and I are getting a divorce”
“What?” He asked with a widen eyebrow “I thought you said you don’t want that”
“Yes but I can’t take it anymore”
“I am sorry but what changed between Christmas and New Year”
“I was assaulted”
“What? By him?” he asked with concern
“No” I shook my head “My sister in- law”
“Oh my God, I am so sorry, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was not going to until our relationship is finally dissolved but I don’t want you thinking the worst of me”
“When did you make this decision?”
“Four days ago”
He sighed heavily looking disturbed
“New year eve, you were with me throughout. Was that the reason why you came with me?” he looked at me waiting for an answer but he got it without me even opening my mouth. He looked hurt
“So you ran” he stated in a low voice
“What?”
“You still need to go back home”
“I just told you the rea…”
“Yes, I heard your reason and what I heard was a cry for help” he retorted. Taking a deep breath in he continued “You made a life changing decision, a decision you were forced to make. I don’t think you have even let the weight of the decision set in yet before you decided to run off with me. I think you need to take time to heal and get yourself back together and that should be in Nigeria where you are safe”
He picked my hand and slammed a ticket in my hand
“I booked you a ticket, go back home” then he turned to leave
“Marcus…” he turned back to me “I didn’t run off, infact, I know the gravity of the decision I made but I just wanted to have fun before the storm I am about to face” I moved closer to him with my luggage “But you are right, I should go home. I am sorry for kissing you, if I knew that the feeling wasn’t mutual, I wouldn’t have done that. Take care” I apologised and left
TO BE CONTINUED ON 1st OF FEBRUARY, 2025 9.00 PM WAT
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