My Loving Lover

 TWO

Ola and Sharon got home. She had prepared for him a delicious meal of amala with egusi soup with assorted, just the way he loves it. They talked all through their meal as if they had not seen each other for a year.

They finished the meal, as Sharon packed the plates. Ola joined her in the kitchen as they both did the dishes. 

"When are we going to see Mama?" Sharon asked as she looked at her man.

"During Easter. We'll spend a day or two with her." Ola replied.

" I can't wait to see Mama again. I have missed her gists."

"You and Mama and gist." Ola commented.

"Leave us o. I love it that way." 

"Yes, your majesty." Ola laughed as he dried the plates with a clean hand towel.

"Shall we?" He asked as he turned to his wife, giving her full glare.

She understood her husband and his needs. 

"Ok my king, at your service." she said as Ola swept her off her feet, laughing as they went to the inner room to their journey to paradise.

They were both wrapped with duvet on their bed, entwined. Sharon's head was on her husband's broad and muscular chest. 

"There is something on my mind I want to tell you."  Sharon began. 

"Ok my queen"

She was about to tell him about Doctor Dave. She changed her mind.

"Do you remember Remi, my friend?"  Sharon asked

"The quiet lady?" Ola asked

"Yes.  She just got separated from her husband and two kids. The man chased her out of their home with accusations of infidelity."

She continued " That man is callous. How could he accuse his wife of infidelity after two children? Men can be scary o."

"Including me?" her husband had asked.

"No, oko mi. You are different. So, as I was saying, the woman is now in shatters. The man even took the twins from her, claiming he doesn't want her to corrupt his children. How come? Ha, that man is callous o."

"Judge not, that ye may not be judged" Ola said as he shifted to adjust Sharon's head on his broad chest. She loved her head on his chest, he loved it that way too. He always enjoiyed the aerial view of her cute head. Everything about his wife is beautiful, from the tip of her hair to the sole of her small, beautifully formed feet. Sometimes, he looked at her and remembered the Scripture that says "I am fearfully and wonderfully made". He loved to watch her dress. Although, during their first few weeks after marriage, she was always shy of dressing before him. It was funny one day that she took her clothes to the bathroom to get dressed. That day, he had shocked her by taking a small chair to sit in the bathroom where she was dressing.

"What do you want to use the chair for?" she had asked as she readjusted her towel on her chest. 

"To watch my wife dress up" he replied, a cunny grin lighting up his handsome features.

Her cat-shaped eyes bulged in their sockets. " Why now? she said almost pleadingly. 

"Why are you being dramatic now?" she asked him

"Am I ?" Ola said as he balanced himself again in the chair and looked relaxed. When she saw that he wouldn't bulge, she pleaded.

"Please baby, I would join you in the bedroom soon." 

She waited some seconds for him to stand up, carry the chair and leave. He didn't bulge. 

She didn't know what to do. She does not like her body to be totally dried before applying cream to increase the moisturization and absorbtion, but her body was already drying up and this man is still there, staring boldly and fixedly at her, making her look like some sort of masterpiece art that caught his admiration in a gallery. She moved her small feet over the other, a habit of hers whenever in some sort of distress. Her husband noticed the gesture. But he was determined that this silly act of dressing in the bathroom whenever he was in the bedroom was going to end today.

"I don't understand the reason why you would carry your clothes from the bedroom to dress up in the bathroom. The bathroom is meant for bathing, and the bedroom for dressing." Her husband finally said.

"But, I will be uncomfortable with your eyes staring at me while I am dressing." Sharon said, now pleadingly.

"Ohh. If I don't stare at my wife when she is dressing, who should I stare at?" He asked in his cool baritone voice as his eyes slowly moved down her small, delicate body. He returned his eyes to her face and saw she was blushing and embarrassed at the same time.

He stood up from the chair, held her by the shoulder, her hand still clutched to her towel. He lifted her chin to make her gaze meet his. Oh, how he love her eyes!

"Ajoke mi," he bagan softly "when we were in courtship, it is not right for us to have access to each other's body in intimacy because we were not yet joined together in the body. We had brought our spirits and souls together in prayers, sharing of our visions and dreams, matters of faith, fasting, bible studies, sharing our pains, fears and joys. But now, we are one in the spirit, soul..... and body. You are a very beautiful woman. " He used his fingers to trace her jawline. " Sharon, you are a masterpiece. I love your hair, I love your eyes, your nose, your lips' as he gently planted a kiss in her lips. I love your neck........your voice brings comfort and delight to me, you taste like wine..........every part of your body is an awe." He looked softly into her eyes. 

"Stop denying me the pleasure of beholding this beautiful gift God has given to me. 'He who finds a wife, finds a good thing and obtains favour from the Lord.' so says the scriptures. You don't need to be shy of me. There is nothing I should keep away from you, and nothing you should also keep away from me. This is the way it is meant to be. I love you, my gem" 

"I love you too babe. It's just that I am very inexperienced in matters like this. Thank you for lovingly telling me this. I promise you that I will change." She said as she looked shyly into his eyes. 

"Don't worry, I'll help you change. We'll do this together." Ola said lovingly as he kissed her.

And she had changed.