A few weeks had passed.

Another morning in the Danso home.

Another morning where Mr. Danso woke up in the master bedroom, and Mrs. Danso woke up in the guest room.

Another morning of forced greetings from the miserable wife of the home. Another morning where the man of the house would ignore those greetings and act like she did not exist as he prepared for work.

Having been ignored as usual, Princess trudged toward the living room, ready to throw herself onto the couch and just wait for Ferdinand to leave.

“Herh! Listen.”

The harsh voice had her turning to face him as he appeared from the bedroom, fully dressed. He had that familiar hostile look.

“It’s time you get out of this house.”

She simply stared blankly at him. She had no idea what to say.

“You dey watch my face, abi? Sia, what other purpose do you serve in this house? You diɛɛ, tell me. What paaa is your use in this house that should keep me from throwing you out?”

She remained speechless, and simply stared at him, tears beginning to fill her eyes as those painful words hit her soul.

“Nothing, abi? Exactly! You’re useless in this house. You can’t cook well, you can’t clean well. Simple coffee sef, you dey fuck am up. Useless waste of resources and money. Massa, I can live by myself and get everything in order. So chale, I need you to get your stuff together and get the hell out of this place. You have one week to leave my house. Do you hear me?”

A tear rolled down her cheek. “Ferdinand, is this how it is…”

“I said do you hear me? Or simple English too, you no dey hear?”

She bowed her head and whimpered miserably for a few seconds.

“Herh! Do you think I’m speaking Arabic or something? I said do you hear?”

“Ferdinand, you’re not being fair to me!” she blurted out in frustration. “Why do you do this to me? Why? I do all I’m supposed to do for you and you don’t even care! I still cook and clean even though you don’t acknowledge it or even eat my food, and now you’re saying I’m useless? That’s not fair, Ferdinand! That’s not fair, and you know it!”

It was only when her heartfelt rant was over that she noticed the look of shock and fury on Ferdinand’s face. Her heart sank.

He had zero tolerance for her raising her voice at him, and with the look on his face, she knew he was seconds away from blowing up.

“Did you just talk to me like that?” he enquired calmly.

That calm tone was nowhere near good. She shook her head. “No no no no no no no, please…”

“You have the nerve to talk to me with your voice raised? YOU TALK LIKE THAT TO ME??!!”

Despite her attempts at tracking back, Ferdinand was quickly in her face, and the next thing to follow was a resounding slap to the face. She fell to the floor, already weeping in pain from the impact.

“Fool! Idiot! How dare you talk to me like that! Senseless buffoon! Kwasia!”

As he stood over her, every insult was accompanied by another slap as he unleashed his fury on her, outraged at her response. She shrieked and wailed at each hit.

When he was done, he stepped back, breathing heavily as he observed her sobbing pitifully on the floor, unable to speak.

“Foolish idiot! See, I don’t want any long thing. Pack your shit and be outta here within the next week. You are even lucky I’ve given you a week; I should be throwing your useless ass out right now mpo! If you be woman, stay beyond the week and see what will happen to you. Stupid dog!”

With that, he stormed out.

****

“… and she had the absolute nerve to shout at me. The audacity!” Ferdinand snarled as he sat on one of the chairs in the dining room in his favourite house in Adenta. As usual, he found his way to Kirania’s place after work, and was telling him all about what had happened that morning.

Kirania, who had been walking about in one tight bikini, came to stand next to him and shook her head. “This woman, eh. She’s not serious one bit.”

“Not in the least, Ki! She’s not. You aa, you don’t do anything in the house. You don’t do anything better for me. Just sitting around, moping like some idiot bi. Chale, I’ll make sure by the end of next week, she’s out. Na me, I’m tired.”

“Hmm. Left to me alone, like you should even kick her out this evening. I’m still pissed at the way she came and confronted me. Stupid woman! Do I look like I’m her child that she’s coming to patronize me like that? Such bullshit!”

“Relax, baby,” Ferdinand soothed his girl, rubbing her toned tummy. “As for that matter, abi I settled it. Don’t stress yourself. She’s never gonna try that foolishness on you again. She naa, she knows what will happen if she attempts it. So forget am. In any case, who’s the real landlady?”

Kirania gave him one of her favourite ‘bad girl’ looks. “It’s Miss Kirania, of course!”

“Exactly! So forget her. By the way, your stomach looks so perfect, girl.”

She snickered. “You know I don’t joke with my exercise routine. I gotta keep these abs in perfect shape.”

“Oh, I know too well. And you know,” Ferdinand quipped, his eyes taking on that familiar lustful glint as he scanned her body, “I think it’s time to get busy myself.”

“Ooooooh, you wanna work out now?”

“You think I came here to watch that sexy ass just straddle around in that sexy ass bikini? Oh, hell naw! I need what’s underneath them!”

“Well, here I am, Ferdy babe. Play with me all you want.”

“Yesssss!”

***

Kirania smirked as her man hungrily moved her close to him and swiftly moved his hands to unhook her bra.

Well goddamn, I’m so glad I gave this hungry nigga a chance, coz he sure knows how to fuck me good! What a boss! He’s so fucking amazing! As to why he’s stuck with that dull fool of a woman, I have no idea. I bet she’s got no idea how to satisfy him. I bet she doesn’t even know how the basics of the art of fucking, unless she’s given a lesson…

Suddenly, her mind drifted off as a light bulb switched on in her brain.

The light bulb of a very sneaky and devious plan.

She thought to herself. Hmmm… sounds like a sweet plan, to be honest. But would he wanna go ahead with-

A million little bombs of pleasure detonated in her brain and interrupted her train of thought as she felt Ferdinand’s lips hungrily take a hold of his favourite part of her upper body.

Oh God, yes! This is so sweet… mmm, lemme ask him quickly. Before these sweet lips turn my brain into pudding.

Giggling with delight, she whispered, “Ferdy?”

He looked up at her, his mouth happily occupied.

“Babe, I got a little idea.”

He did not look pleased having his time of enjoyment interrupted, the way his eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. The last thing he wanted to do was listen to an idea when he was busily devouring her.

With a big, wide grin on her face, she still leaned over and whispered into his ear the plan that had popped up.

When she was done, she straightened up and looked at him. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was no longer occupied with her feminine goodness.

“Goddamn! You really are nasty, aren’t you?”

She sniggered. “There’s a reason I’m the nasty girl, you know.”

He seemed thoughtful for a few seconds, then looked at her again. She nodded slowly as if to persuade him to go on with it.

To her delight, he shrugged and said, “Okay, let’s do it. At least we’ll have a whole lot of fun getting it done.”

“Perfect!” she squealed excitedly. “Awww, you know how to make this bad bitch happy. Thank youuuu!”

Anything for you, babe. Now lemme get back to making you even happier by enjoying those melons of yours.”

“Sure, honey. Be my g… ohhh, my!”

***

Princess walked to the kitchen, the bowl of finished Cerelac in her hand as she went to wash it. Another day in the doldrums for her. Between using an ice pack for her swollen cheeks to putting up with more abusive messages and voice notes from that horrible side chick, it was just another day she wished would end quickly.

Now that Ferdinand had declared she needed to leave the house, what was she going to do? She knew her parents would not accept her, and her two older brothers were based overseas. This was going to be a tough one.

But hey, at least the torment would end. At least, holding on till that day would be a vindication of sorts. So as horrible as the day had been, there was a silver lining somewhere to consider.

She came back to the living room to meet a WhatsApp message from another unknown number.

It was a voice note.

Princess shook her head and rubbed her eyes. She knew it was that Kirania woman. She had blocked the original number, so she knew this was a second number she was using. “Won’t this skanky girl just leave me alone?” she moaned to herself. “It’s bad enough that she gets the man, does she have to continue to rub it in like this? Ah! Why?”

She sighed as she opened it up. “Whatever. Let’s just see what new insults and ramblings she’s come up with this time.”

She opened the chat and hit the press button.

As it played, it was not as she expected. No nasty invective from Kirania.

All she heard was a strange sound.

Something like movement.

She raised an eyebrow. Ah, or is it one of those mistakenly recorded voice notes?

The sounds of movement became a little clearer to her ears within a second or two of that internal question.

Now it sounded more like something hitting another thing.

Umm, what’s this? All I hear is some slapping type of sound…

Her eyes widened before she could wonder any further.

The sounds became even clearer.

Indeed, they were sounds of a slapping nature. A very familiar slapping nature.

The type of slapping that caused more pleasure than pain.

Oh my God…

Whatever she was thinking, the next sound confirmed.

A wheezing gasp, followed by “Ohhhhhhh!”

Princess stared at the phone in horror as the moans and the slapping sounds grew louder.

“Ohhhh, fuck!”

“This dick driving you crazy, ain’t it?”

“Uh-huh. Ahh! Oh yeah… ahhh! Oh, fuck, Ferdy, this is goooood!”

She recognized those voices immediately. Yep, it was Ferdinand and that nasty side chick.

She couldn’t believe it. Of all the things to do, this was what they had settled on doing?!

Record a session of Ferdinand blowing her back out and send it to her?

A dull thud formed in her chest. She suddenly felt well and truly broken.

She had been disrespected and demeaned so many times by Ferdinand. But this… this was without a doubt the worst act of all.

“Oh good God, I love this dick!”

“And this dick loves you too, Kirania. More than any other woman in this world.”

Princess fell to her knees and buried her face in her palms, crying loudly as the sounds of Ferdinand and Kirania passionately knowing each other played on.

Yeah, this is definitely a new low. Of all the things to do??? Unbelievable! How do you even cook up such an idea?

Honestly, these two are terrible…