Chorus Media

Nigeria №1 Online Entertainment

Love With Bitter Tears… Episode 1

This story is for the guys who
think their partners made
mistakes which are so big to be
solved and forgiven. Enjoy the
Richard: “You are nothing but a
good for nothing wife and
mother, how could you just be
coming back from… Heaven
knows where it is you are
coming from? Your son has not
eaten since morning, are you
Rebecca: “Let me hear you say
it again moron” she said tilting
her head to one side
pretending to want to hear
him better. “Who on earth said
a man cannot enter inside the
kitchen to prepare food for his
starving son? I told you I was
going for The Union of
Chartered Accountants Meeting
and as you well know, I am the
Chairlady for the union;
shouldn’t your brain have told
you I might come back late to
prepare lunch?”
Richard: “Chairlady who cannot
even take care of her little son,
how can you take care of the
needs of all those grownup
women in your so-called
union? Women sure are daft,
why elect a lazy thing like you
as a chairlady?”
Rebecca: “Moron… What do
you know? All you want is to
have your stomach filled, since
you cared that much about
Sammy and you are the
hardworking one here, I am
asking again, why didn’t you
enter the kitchen?”
Richard: “Don’t you dare call
me a moron again…Do you
understand?” he approached
her menacingly.
He watched and listened as
they raged on and on. His
young mind could not
comprehend how or why
everything suddenly changed
for his parents. He could
remember the way they were
before, amiable and full of love
for each other that even he
admired and envied them.
They forgave each other easily
and thought up excuses for the
other’s misgivings. He thought
it would last forever, he
thought couples were meant
to remain like that forever. But
there they were, almost always
on each other’s necks. Bickering
over little things which were
not worth bickering over. He
bled emotionally for his
parents’ fractured link. He just
didn’t know how he could fill
the void, or the gulf that laid
majestically between them
which threatened to swallow
them all up.
Richard and his wife Rebecca
were the envy of whoever
came in contact with them as a
couple. The love they shared
was out of the ordinary, theirs
was indeed a love marriage;
the type Indians call Rabne
bana di Jodi [God made
couple]. Their first and only
child Sammy was only six years
old when things started falling
apart for their marriage. Of
course they were still
successful as chartered
accountants but along the way,
they seemed to have lost what
kept their marriage together.
That Saturday evening, without
minding that their son
watched them from where he
sat they kept lashing at each
Rebecca: “Someone’s feathers
are being ruffled at last. Dear
man, come and demonstrate
how powerful you are in the
presence of your son on his
mother. Let the tell-tale of your
machoism decorate and adorn
my beautiful neck and face.
Your son will grow up
remembering how beautiful
they were on me” She wasn’t
backing off, she was prepared
for the worst. The elegant
m—d on her chest fell and
rose intermittently.
Richard: “I can’t believe this. I
just can’t imagine how much
you’ve changed over the years,
it is so surprising how you’ve
decided to shirk your
responsibilities as a wife and
mother in the home” he said
Rebecca: “Responsibility? Did
you just say responsibility?
Don’t I bear yours in this
home? Or whose responsibility
do you think it is to put food
on the table for the family?
Shall I quit my job and become
a full house wife then? Or what
exactly do you want from me?
I really can’t do this anymore”
she burst into tears and took
some steps back throwing her
arms in the air in resignation.
Sammy sat at a far corner of
the sitting room, watching as
they bartered each other with
words, he had witnessed their
fights get out of proportion
several times and so that day,
he prayed silently in his heart
that his dad would not lose his
cool. That he wouldn’t start
throwing blows at his mum. He
kept praying until his mum
walked over to him with a
forced smile.
Rebecca: “Baby…” she began,
squatting down in front of him.
“Were you very hungry
today?” she asked fondly
Smoothening his thick and
dark eyebrows, then the tiny
bits of curly hair that lined the
sides of his handsome face.
Sammy: “No mummy! I am not
hungry at all, please don’t fight
daddy” he replied shaking his
little head worriedly.
Rebecca: “Don’t you lie to me
baby boy, I know you were
very hungry and I am very very
very sorry my dear, something
came up at the meeting” she
said apologetically.
Sammy: “it’s okay mum, what
matters is you not fighting dad,
I hate it when you two fight.
Promise me you will not fight
him again, forgive daddy
Rebecca: “You are still too
young to be talking about
stuffs like this Sammy, I cannot
promise you that because your
daddy is headstrong, he keeps
making us fight”
Sammy: “What is the meaning
of headstrong mummy? Is his
head strong? Don’t you like his
head?” he asked gloomily.
Rebecca: “You are so innocent
my boy and adorable but
promise me something?”
Sammy: “I will promise you
anything as long as you will no
longer fight daddy. I will even
be good, wake up on time to
prepare for school, I will do my
assignments early and brush
my teeth before I sleep
everyday” he said livening up.
Rebecca: “My baby is growing
so fast” she said raking her
fingers through his afro styled
hair. “Promise me that no
matter what a woman does to
you, you will never lay a finger
on her?”
Sammy: “That is simple mum, I
remember everything you do
tell me: any man who lays a
hand on his woman is not a
real man, women are like eggs
and so should be pampered, if
not, they might break and get
wasted. Life is not a bed of
roses and so things might go
wrong at some point, despite
that I cannot give up, I must
keep surviving” he finished
Rebecca: “I said it! How can
you be so intelligent? You even
remember them exactly the
way I said them? Give me five”
she said lifting her right palm
up for a high five while he
reciprocated the gesture.
Sammy: “It’s very simple mum”
he said proudly, apparently
proud of his achievement
forgetting all about the fight.
Rebecca: “Now let’s go and
prepare something for our
little genius, toast bread will
do right? Your favorite?”
She said leading him by the
hand to their well-equipped,
neat and spacious kitchen
which had white floral tiles
decorating it from walls to
Richard entered into the
kitchen furiously and snatched
his sons hand away from her
Rebecca: “What do you think
you are doing?” she asked
taken-aback by this sudden
Richard: “Making sure you
aren’t poisoning my son’s mind
against me” he snapped and
dragged Sammy out of the
kitchen to the amazement of
his mother.
Sammy: “Dad where are we
going to? I was just going to
help mum make toast bread”
he was apparently displeased
with his dad’s action.
Richard: “Don’t mind her my
son, we are going to get a bite
at Mr. Biggs. You love fried rice
right? I will get plenty fried rice
for you” he said as he stooped
down so he could be at eye
level with him,
Sammy: “But mum is…”
Richard: “Hey boy! Stop
whining and just do whatever I
ask you to do. Stop acting like
a sissy and be a man, in this life
you have to be strong and
cunny otherwise you will suffer
in the hands of a woman the
way I am suffering now” he
said cutting him short sharply.
Sammy did not respond so he
continued “my dear son, there
is no place for soft men in this
world, you will get cheated
and trampled upon while you
keep wallowing in the mud. No
matter what you have to take
the bulls by the horns and push
it back. No one born of a
woman should cheat you and
get away with it, do you
Sammy: “Yes dad, but mum
said I should never hit anyone
weaker than I am especially
women” he said looking up
defiantly at his dad.
Richard: “Forget what your
mum said, she is giving you the
advice she should be giving a
girl. She wants you to be
getting disrespected the way
she is disrespecting me now.
Do you really want that? Will
you listen to a man or a
woman?” he asked holding his
two shoulders
Sammy: “Uhn! No dad” he felt
his dad’s gaze tearing his soul
violently apart and unraveling
all the feelings he had stacked
away somewhere he thought
was safe from the world’s
scrutiny. His dad stood up at
last and he felt a wave of relief
sweep over him in soothing
His dad drove slowly to the Mr.
Biggs down Ibadan Street in
Lagos Mainland where they
resided at. He was quite
relieved to find that the eatery
was not as crowded as it used
to be. He ordered for a plate of
fried rice, chicken and moin for
each of them. As they devoured
their meal silently, the door of
the eatery swung violently
open, two soldiers led the way
while a woman whose face
Richard could not see properly
trailed behind them, pointing
towards where he and Sammy
sat at a booth at the far corner
of the eatery.
Rebecca: “There is the
b—–d…” she said appearing
fully at the forefront of the
whole scenario pointing at her
mystified husband.

Spread the love
Updated: April 25, 2019 — 4:37 am

Leave a Reply

Notify of
chorusman & copy; 2018 Frontier Theme