My Loving Lover

 

Hullo fam👋🤗. This is a Christian Romance Fiction Series. Be blessed....

ONE

"O God, what's all this traffic palaver again?" Sharon soliloquized as she turned off the car engine. She checked her time, it was already past 9pm. Living in Lagos can be hectic, infact hectic is an understatement. She had been frustrated by everything today. She also tried calling her husband and was not able to get through; network issues. ' She let out a sigh of exasperation as she dropped her phone in the seat after dialing her husband's number for the twelveth time.

Sharon had been married to Ola for a year now. Ola had always been a caring and loving man since their courtship. He was a man that easily caught attention, whenever he enters a place a place, his presence was not un-noticeable, especially for the feminine gender. He is a cool, calm and collected guy with the physical package of TDH(Tall, Dark and Handsome). He also talks with this confidence that always appalled her. His confidence in God is also one of the things she admired. She, as a young believer when she met Ola had always looked up to him. He was the kind of man you could talk to without any fear of judgement or misconception; if that was also a gift of God's Spirit to him. There was a time she had concluded in her heart as a young believer that she God's favourite. 

'God's Favourite' she pondered on that phrase again as the car behind her blared it's car horn. 

" Madam, can you move please?" a woman said impatiently from behind the steering of the car after her.

"Oh" Sharon was geared back to consciousness as she moved her car forward, praying silently that the movement doesn't stop. It didn't.

Sharon entered the house with all her body aching her. She was tiiiiired. She managed to drag herself to the living room to remove her dress. She couldn't wait to get a hot shower to remove from her body all the Lagos dirt that had stuck to her perspiration. She checked the time, it was already 10:30pm. She put on the light as she removed her wig and shoes. 'Thank God for fresh air' she said with a relief as she scratched her hair which was done in a cornrow style popularly called 'alamole' which was already getting rough.

'I must get my hair done this week." Wigs are like a burden, but wetin girl go do? She does not have the luxury of time for making her hair often. She could only afford making 'alamole' which consumes at most 30 minutes and she could carry it for two weeks. Ola prefers her on braids or some African hair-dos with extension, like Ghana weaving in a cornrow or 'shuku' style. But, he seldom complains about her hairstyle, unless it's already old and she makes no attempt to make another.

She picked up her phone. Saw six missed calls. It was Dave.

She hissed as she dropped her phone and went straight to the bathroom. She turned on hot water into the tub as she removed the remaining clothes which she had started removing from her body in the living room.

She spread herself out in the tub as she allowed the warm water to unblock the pores of her skin which had accumulated dirt from the perspiration and fumes from the traffic. She closed her eyes and let out a mutter of 'Thank you Jesus for today.'

After about ten minutes in the tub, Sharon was awakened by her phone ringing in the living room. She had dozed off.

She applied some sugar-scrub on her body as she stepped out of the tub and went to pick ringing phone. It was Ola calling; her husband.

"Baaaby"

"Sweetheart mi, how are you?" the baritone voice said from the other end.

"I'm fine love. Though tired. But I'm better now. Traffic was hectic, and work was demanding today too. Mama called me today to check up on me; she brought up the grandchild issue again though, saying she is not rushing us but wants to see her grandchildren in time, before her back becomes stiff and her fingers and knees afflicted with arthritis: I wonder who told her she was going to have arthritis at 65.......... Ola I'm thinking of changing my hair-do this weekend, which hairstyle should I make?" 

It was at this point that she realized she was the only one who had been talking since the phone conversation started. This was one of the things she loved about her husband. He is a patient listener. He only acknowledged in-between the conversations with "hmm-hmm", or "really?", or "okay". He is a man of a few words. Aibeit she loved this quality in him, it sometimes irritates her as she would expect him to also join in her chatters. 

Are you there?" she asked to confirm the line had not broken off.

" Yes, I am." he answered. " But what should I address first?" he chuckled.

"Any babe, just to her your beautiful voice" she said as she pouted her lips.

" Hmmmm, let's start with the hair. I think you should make a nice natural cornrow."

" You like cornrow style too much." she said

"No, I'd say I love your cute head too much" Ola replied

"Awwwwn" she cooed as she placed the phone between her head and shoulder, tilting her neck in the process. She opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of youghurt.

"How was the meeting with your business partners today?" she asked

"It went good. But a little adjustment was made to the contract. They are willing to give us the contract if the profit is made in the ratio 50:50, not 60:40 anymore, because they are willing to bear the cost of any occupational hazards involved."

"Ohh. And is the company comfortable with that?"

"We have made findings, and discovered that it's a good deal. So we are sealing the deal tomorrow."

"So, I should be expecting my baby tomorrow?" she asked gleefully.

"Yes, most definitely. I am booking the next flight to Lagos." Ola replied. 

"I have missed you baby." Sharon said .

"I missed you more babe." Ola replied, meaning every word.

"Have a good night rest." Ola added

"Have a splendid night. And don't miss me too much." she quickly added.

"I'll try." Ola said as he chuckled.

"And remember to pray before you sleep." Sharon said

"Ok mummy, I won't forget " Ola replied

"I love you oko mi"

"I love you Ajoke mi"

Sharon dropped the call, but held the phone to her chest. She was already missing Ola, and couldn't wait for him to get back from his business trip. She opened the bottle of youghurt as she went to the kitchen to fix something light to eat, though it was late. But she dared not eat, because she knew anytime she was on her period, her appetite was like a bulldozer. 

Her phone rang. Doctor Dave's was calling. She cut the call. She checked the time. It was already 11:30pm. 

"What does this man want with me? Can he just leave me alone?" Sharon hissed as she put her phone on flight mode. She leisurely strolled to the kitchen to make toast bread and eggs.

Ola arrived by 6pm the following day. He looked more handsome than ever when she went to pick him at the airport. She had seen many heads turning to get a second look at him. One would have thought he was a Hollywood superstar or something. Sharon waved at him, he saw her, smiled and walked in her direction. 

"Oko mi" she shouted as she jumped on him to hug him. "I have missed you," she said, her face in his neck.

"Ajoke mi" Ola said as he gave a hearty laugh, balancing his wife as he gently dropped his briefbag on the floor.

For a moment, people were looking in their direction. They sure looked like two juveniles in love, before everyone returned back to their businesses.

"I have missed you" she said, her face still in his neck.

"I have missed you too" he replied as he kissed her hair. 

She got down as she looked into his face. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. 

For a moment, they forgot every other thing and person around; they were in their own world.

The kiss was becoming more intense. Sharon detached her lips from that of her husband, and stylishly looked around.

"We are still at the airport, you know."

"Are we?" Ola replied, not wanting the break.

"Let's get home" she said as she gave a wink.

"Can't wait" he winked back at her.

He lifted his bag from the floor as they proceeded to the car, chatting happily as they went.

Someone was watching them. 

To be continued

Much love from Abba💖

Lotus 🌷