In the midst of a busy Friday, as he sat in front of his personal computer crunching figures to ensure he had done all he needed to do for that week, Jeremy’s brain was pretty much overheated.
So many e-mails he had responded to since morning. Now he had to work on these sheets and complete them before the end of business day.
“Chale, that’s what keeps the food on the table. Let’s get it,” he encouraged himself before delving in.
Five minutes in the middle of his work, and his phone buzzed on his desk.
“Who is that? I’m busy,” he grumbled as he glanced at the caller ID.
It was Obed-Edom’s number.
Anxiety gripped him in that instant as he got up and quietly stepped into a quieter corner of the office.
Seventy-two hours had passed. Throughout that period, Aurelia’s ‘Aunty Flo’ bid farewell for the month, so she was ready to let him have his way with her. As difficult as that was, he gently turned it down, insisting he wanted all of ‘Aunty Flo’s residue to be gone before pouncing on her.
It was a pretty weird excuse to Aurelia’s ears; after all, this husband of hers was ready to feast any time, any day. But she shrugged and said okay. Now it was time to know how far this ‘fast’ would have to go.
“Yo, OB. What’s the news?” Jeremy asked, his voice betraying the tension he felt.
Obed-Edom’s calm voice came through the phone, “Chale, Jeremy, I get your test results. I wanted to let you know right away.”
Jeremy’s heart raced as he braced himself for the news. This was it, the moment of truth. This would determine if he’d be able to come after his wife or he’d have to stay away from her and find some weird excuse for that.
“And?” he inquired, his voice tight.
There was a brief pause.
Then Obed-Edom spoke.
“Jeremy, I’m happy to tell you that your test results came back negative. You don’t have any STDs.”
A wave of relief washed over Jeremy, and he let out a deep exhale he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Oh, God! Thank goodness. Chale, thank you, Obed. I was so scared. So, so scared.”
Obed-Edom’s reassuring tone continued, “I know, chale. I’m just glad it’s turned out okay. Just remember, I dey here for you, and if you need to talk about anything, I’m just a call away. Take care of yourself, Jeremy.”
“Thanks, bro. talk to you later.”
Hanging up, Jeremy let out another sigh of relief. “Thank goodness!” he whispered. “I was starting to wonder what kind of story I’d concoct for not getting busy with her, coz she’d get very worried. And honestly, it would be so painful to not have to sleep with her. Coz dear God, I love that body…”
His mind lurking into naughty territory, a grin spread across his lips. Plans for that evening were already being arranged.
“Yep, I’m gonna let her have a sweet, sweet dose of loving,” he announced to himself, walking back to his desk. “That strange girl can stay wherever she is. I’ve got only my wife in my sight, and she’s gonna get it!”
***
The alarm on Jeremy’s phone blared. It was 9:30 pm.
Seated on the couch with Marcel and Terry, PlayStation controllers in their hands, Jeremy glanced at the phone, then paused. “Alright boys! One and a half hours done. Time for bed now.”
The young boys didn’t look too enthused at having to end their game time, but they couldn’t complain. Their father had promised them thirty extra minutes as a reward for helping their mother in the kitchen.
Jeremy wasn’t the type of father to let them have their way whenever they wanted, in any case.
“Come on, boys. Your bonus thirty minutes are up! Go say good night to your mum and get to bed. Quick!” he ordered.
They nodded obediently. “Yes Daddy. Good night, Daddy,” they responded.
“Good night, my dear boys.”
As they made their way upstairs, Jeremy turned the PlayStation off and switched to Netflix. “Lemme get an episode of The Office in there before I get busy,” he smiled to himself.
After twenty minutes of laughs and cringing at Michael Scott’s shenanigans, he turned the TV off and took his shirt off. “Time for action.”
He walked to the kitchen, and there was Aurelia, cleaning up the sink.
She looked up at him and smiled slyly, already excited to see that godlike physique her husband possessed. “Heyyyy!”
He nodded. “Hey.” Moving slowly towards her, he continued. “You know, you look really tired. It’s been a busy day, hasn’t it?”
She nodded, already in the know about his intentions. “Oh yeah, it has,” she slurred flirtatiously.
He grinned, that hungry glint in his eyes. “Well, then, how about a little massage to take away all that stress? You sure do need it.”
She giggled. “Does it come with a happy ending?”
The grin remained as he got close to her. “An extremely happy ending. Just allow me, your macho masseur, to take you upstairs, and we’ll handle the rest.”
With that, he lifted her off her feet, provoking an excited scream. “Ooooh, you’re one sexy macho masseur, aren’t you?” she murmured seductively.
“The sexiest you ever knew,” he confirmed, before pressing his lips against hers.
The atmosphere had been set for a good night.
Still kissing her, he slowly carried her out of the kitchen and to the bedroom.
***
She stood in the center of a dimly lit room, surrounded by an array of flickering candles of various colours and lengths. With the windows shut, the air was thick with the scent of burning incense, and an ornate mirror stood before her, glowing in a very unusual way.
Draped in all black from head to toe, she bowed her head for a few minutes. Then she began to chant certain incantations, her voice resonating with a power that seemed to vibrate through the very air. The candles flickered more intensely, and the room seemed to vibrate with an eerie energy.
As she continued, the mirror before her shimmered, its reflective surface slowly transforming into a swirling portal that revealed a shadowy realm beyond.
A number of spiritual beings materialized in the mirror’s surface, their ghostly figures hovering in the mystical abyss. Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly power as they stared intently at her.
She nodded and bowed. “Spirits of the Sisters of the Midnight Coven, I am grateful you have granted me audience. I have one request of you.”
She paused for a moment, then continued.
“Grant me the vision to observe the one I made love to a few days ago,” she intoned, her eyes fixed on them. “Let the veil between worlds be lifted, and let his every move be laid bare before my sight.”
The spirits in the mirror responded with an ethereal chorus, their whispers merging with her chant. The room pulsed with magical energy as the connection between her and the unseen realm strengthened.
“Grant me the power to see beyond the mundane, to witness his every secret and desire. Sisters, lend me your sight!”
With that final incantation, the mirror’s glow intensified, and she felt a surge of mystical energy coursing through her. The spirits of the Sisters of the Midnight Coven faded back into the mirror.
And in their place stood a real-time image of her man. It was a bit blurry, but she could see him.
“Perfect! It worked!” she clapped excitedly. “Akos was right all along. This mirror doesn’t disappoint kraaa. Should’ve been doing this from the beginning. Now I know why Akos was always blasting me for being the only witch in the coven to not have a mirror…”
She then squinted at him. He seemed to be busy doing something, as his back was turned.
“Wait, is he a masseur or something?” she wondered, as it looked like his hands were moving over someone’s body.
As the images grew clearer, what she saw answered her question. And it was a big fat no.
He was with another woman. And he was getting very intimate with her.
Probably more intimate than he did with her that fateful night.
“What the… he’s… he’s kissing her?… He’s taking her nightie off?” she gasped in shock, her hand over her mouth as the lady lay on the bed, and he began to climb over her.
She took a seat, aghast at the virtually pornographic sight before her. She couldn’t believe it.
Her man was in bed with another woman.
A tear ran down her cheek.
“I… I can’t believe this,” she whispered. “He’s… he’s supposed to be mine…”
“I love you, Aurie.”
“Ohhhh! Mmmm, I love you too, baby.”
She glanced at the scene in front of her. This was not a joke: he was having sex with another woman.
And telling her he loved her.
Suddenly, her sorrow dissipated.
And in its place, fury.
Her eyes burst into flames. Literally.
And she growled at the ongoing show of passion before her.
“FOOL! HE DARES TO PICK ANOTHER WOMAN OVER ME? I WILL NOT ALLOW IT! YOU ARE MINE, MORTAL! MINE AND MINE ALONE! DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU ARE MINE! MINE AND MINE ALONE! YOU ARE MIIIINNEEEEE!”
Uh-oh! This girl is a witch? And she’s mad that he’s with his wife? Wow! Jeremy’s in for way more trouble than he thinks…
