“Why do you cheat on him?” Her lover asked.
There was a frown on Mrs. M’s face, she couldn’t possibly imagine what made her lover asked. She particularly liked him because he was quiet. She stroked her hair thoughtfully and smiled.
“Why do you ask?” She asked too.
“I just want to know why you do it.” He responded.
“Because he neglects me.” She whimpered.
If there was one thing Mrs. M was known for, it was her dramatic nature, she screamed when she saw her neighbour’s cat and she cried so hard when her friend celebrated her 30th birthday. Yes, she was known as a drama queen and even her new found lover knew that much about her. But, she was under the mistaken impression that no one knew her acts.
“Why do you cheat on him?” Her lover asked for the second time, this time he stopped caressing her arms. He stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom.
Mrs. M, pulled the cover cloth to her bare shoulders. She rolled her eyes in 360 degrees, she sighed and then she began sobbing.
“He is never around, and when he is around he never talks to me, he is always fixated on his phone or lap top.” She brushed off a tear drop from her cheeks.
“He never admires my dresses and he never notices when I wear a new hair. It is all so tiring. Why should I spend hours in the saloon to look good for him and he never so much as throw a glance my way or say a kind word to compliment my efforts.’
Mrs. M’s eyes were wide and sad as she stared into emptiness, the shabby ceiling fan in the hotel clanged away as the blades chased each other in a lazy like manner.
“He provides you with all your physical needs, right? “ Her lover asked.
“Yes, but my emotional needs are lacking.” She said meekly.
“Has it ever occurred to you that he is constantly exhausted and tired because he works so hard to provide for you?” He asked again.
“No, sometimes what a woman want is someone to talk to, someone to confide in and someone to share her thoughts with. Sometimes a woman wants something beyond physical wealth.” She said.
“But if he does not take care of your physical needs you would complain too, right?” Her loved asked.
“Oh yes! That! But most times women look for that deep connection. We are but two strangers living in the same house, occasionally sharing a bed without a conversation. That’s certainly not what I want.”
“I see, you want a man who would fill your ears with lies, tell you sweet tales of love and fill your belly with his seed? If a man has no money to provide the much needed atmosphere, will you listen to his sweet nonenese on a mat or the grass?”
Her lover cleaned his hands with the towel carelessly tossed on the only chair in the room, he wore his shorts and vest, he thought of putting on his jeans and shirts and decided not to. He walked towards the window and paused in his tracks then with a swift shove he opened the curtains, the rays of sunlight flooded the room as if it were back from some misguided trip.
Mrs M instinctively used her hands in shielding the light from her eyes, she was in no mood to stand up from the bed.
“We are not done with…I did not get the much… are you going somewhere” she muttered.
There was silence in the room, her lover made no attempt to answer.
“Why don’t you answer my question first? We can talk about my itinerary later. So do you prefer a lazy man who is dedicated to you?” He said.
“No, for I do not encourage laziness but a man of substance, fully rounded in all spheres is what I desire.”
“Do such a man exist? Show me one and I show you the devil himself” Her lover said with a grin. He walked towards her with purpose.
“Do you know what I think of you? You are spoilt and your complaints are unnecessary. You should be grateful. But whom am I to tell you these things?”
There was a knock on the door and Mrs. M instinctively made for her clothes.
“Are you expecting someone?” She asked.
“Yes!” He said.
“Let me wear my clothes.” She said.
“There is no need for that, it is room service, I ordered us a special meal.”
He walked straight to the door and opened it.
Mrs. M gasped, it was her Husband.
“I have been expecting you, there she is! Caught in the act.” Her lover said.
Mr. M was shocked to say the least, he looked her straight in the eyes and Mrs. M could see disgust, grief and anger.
“What did I do to deserve this? I have been nothing but faithful to you” Mr. M said
“Not really, you are more faithful to your phone.” She spat back at him.
“You are an ungrateful woman, imagine I ensured you were satisfied and you still complained that the romp in the bed was not good enough.” Her lover chipped in.
He felt the sting on his face and knew he was in trouble. Alas it was a slap from Mr. M.
“You still have the guts to talk about your bedroom exploits with my wife in my presence.” Mr. M said.
“You should thank me for exposing your wife for the slut that she is, rather than reproach me.” Her lover said.
He felt another sting, this time it was on his right cheeks and he could feel himself going red.
“You ought to reward me.” He said in a low voice.
Mrs. M quietly dressed and began tip toeing out of the room. At that instant her Husband turned round and focused on her.
“And where do you think you are going?” Her husband said.
His voice stopped her in her tracks. She racked her brain for an intelligent answer but found none as there was simply none.
She flashed a smile at him revealing her gaped tooth.
“Darling, the refrigerator in this room is not working, I am going to get you cold water, to calm you down.” She said.