WHISPERS OF HEARTACHE - PART 1
LAYO'S
FRUSTRATION ESCALATES
"I
can't take this anymore; I'm not God who gives children, and yet your mother
keeps insulting me every chance she gets. It's too much, and yet you couldn't
defend me. You were just still as if you're under a spell," Layo shouted
at her husband, Diekola, who was seated on the bed with his head bowed down.
"You can't feel my pain; you only see hot tears flowing without stopping
from my eyes. I know I'm not virile like your mother has always said, and God
will one day wipe my tears away." Layo's voice trembled as hot tears
flowed uncontrollably from her eyes. She turned away and stormed out of the
bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Diekola
shook his head profusely as he lifted his head and looked at his wife walking
out. With a deep sigh, he got up from the bed and walked into the sitting room,
hoping to comfort Layo. However, when he reached the sitting room, Layo was
nowhere to be found. He hurried to the visitor room, but the door was locked.
"Layo, please open the door," Diekola pleaded, his voice filled with
concern. He continued to shake the doorknob, hoping for a response.
"Let
me be, I just want to be left alone!" Layo's voice echoed from behind the
locked door. Her frustration was palpable.
"Babe,
I'm sorry. Please open the door, and let's talk," Diekola implored, his
voice softer now, filled with remorse.
A
few minutes earlier, Diekola's mother, Mrs. Adani, had called her son. Upon
hearing Layo's voice, Mrs. Adani had instructed Diekola to put the phone on
speaker. Without hesitation, Diekola complied, thinking that his mother might
want to speak to both him and Layo.
TEARS
BENEATH THE SUNRISE
On a
serene Saturday morning, a gentle breeze caressed the air, and a hint of
sweetness lingered in the atmosphere. Adani Diekola and his wife, Layomi, had
just concluded their family devotion, basking in the tranquility of the moment.
Diekola's phone, resting on the bedside cupboard, jolted to life, and he reached
out to grab it while stifling a yawn.
"Hello,
mummy. Good morning, ma. How's everyone at home? Hope there's no problem?"
Diekola's voice resonated with concern as he greeted his mother on the other
end of the line. Layo, who was preparing to rise from the bed, moved closer to
her husband, her curiosity piqued.
"Good
morning, ma," Layo added, her voice polite and warm, extending her
greetings to her mother-in-law.
"Put
the phone on speaker, Diekola," Mrs. Adani instructed, her tone carrying a
sense of authority that Diekola couldn't ignore. Without hesitation, he
complied, activating the speakerphone function.
"Layo,
so you're just waking up? No wonder you're not conceiving fast enough to give
me a grandchild," Mrs. Adani's words spilled forth from the phone, an
unrelenting stream of criticism. Layo's eyes welled up with tears as her
mother-in-law's voice raged on, casting a shadow over the moment.
"Mummy,
I'm not barren, and I was healthy and vibrant before your son married me,"
Layo's voice wavered, but she mustered the strength to respond and defend
herself against the accusations. Her words hung in the air, a retort that
carried a mix of frustration and determination.
In
an instant, Mrs. Adani abruptly ended the phone call, the line falling silent.
Layo's sobs echoed softly in the room, a poignant contrast to the peaceful
morning that had once enveloped them.
TURBULENT
TIES AND TENSIONS
"This lady is incredibly rude," Mrs.
Adani exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice. "I warned Diekola not
to marry her, but he wouldn't listen. Now she's turned herself into a mini-god,
showing no respect for me as her mother-in-law. She's become so disrespectful
and arrogant." Mrs. Adani's words echoed through the room as Mr. Adani
Kolapo entered.
"Dear,
don't tell me you just called Diekola," Mr. Adani questioned, his eyebrows
furrowing as he observed his wife's displeasure. "I've cautioned you against
badmouthing Layomi. Imagine if Layomi were our daughter, enduring a
mother-in-law who constantly uses unruly and abusive words against her."
Mrs.
Adani Madele's expression remained unchanged as she retorted, "Is that all
you have to say? I've been telling you that this Layo has grown wings. It's
been four years of their marriage, and she still hasn't given us a
grandchild." In an instant, Mr. Adani Kolapo reached for his phone and
began dialing Layo's number.
REKINDLING
LOVE'S EMBRACE
"Babe,
please, I'm sorry," Diekola's voice carried a tone of earnest plea as he
stood outside the locked visitor room. Inside, Layomi's sobs still echoed.
Rising from the floor, Layomi unlocked the door, allowing Diekola to enter. He
drew her close to his broad chest, enfolding her in a tight embrace, as if
trying to anchor her with his masculine strength.
"I'm
sorry," Diekola whispered, his fingers gently wiping away the tears on
Layomi's face. "Don't let what Mom said affect you or tarnish the love we
share. You're not barren, and I believe wholeheartedly that your amazing womb
will bless us with beautiful children." His hand caressed her stomach
tenderly.
Layomi,
feeling the sincerity in his words, surrendered to the moment as Diekola leaned
in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that conveyed both reassurance and
affection. With a gentle touch, Diekola guided Layomi back to the sitting room,
their fingers intertwined as they walked.
As
Layomi settled into one of the three-seater chairs, Diekola's passionate gaze
held hers. "Babe, I'm going to cook," he declared, his voice exuding
warmth. "Relax and let me prepare your favorite meal."
ENTWINED
HEARTS
Diekola
and Layomi's paths first intertwined during an orientation camp for their
one-year national youth service in Rivers State. Sharing a platoon, their bond
deepened when they were both assigned to Port Harcourt for their post-primary
assignments. Diekola, a skilled architecture graduate from the esteemed
University of Ibadan, held a prominent position as his family's eldest son.
Despite
his mother's advice against forming connections with anyone from Ijebu due to
superstitions about misfortune, Diekola brushed aside her warnings upon meeting
Layomi. Their relationship unexpectedly flourished.
As
they pursued their separate post-primary assignments within the same local
government area in Port Harcourt, Diekola's affection for Layomi grew more
profound. Overwhelmed by his emotions, he confessed his feelings to her after a
community development services meeting.
Although
Layomi already harbored feelings for him, she asked for time to contemplate.
After three weeks, Layomi gave Diekola a positive response. With only four
months left of their service year, Diekola proposed to her in the presence of
their fellow corper colleagues.
To be continued>>
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