Why Won't She Have Sex?. Kehinde Anita Mokwenyei

the client is also a friend. Her name is Sarah Okoro,” said Rita placidly.

      Mrs. Macaulay nodded even though her heart screamed out that they were lies. She wanted to believe Rita. She was well brought up. There was no way she could tell lies and calmly at that. Oh Lord, let this intuition be an imagination I should never have worried about. “I see. Goodnight my dear” She gave her a quick peck.

      “Goodnight mom.”

      Rita heaved a sigh of relief as her mother left the room but Mrs. Macaulay was anything but relieved. As she got to the bedroom, she met a husband who was about going to search for her in the house. “Where did you go to?”

      Mrs. Macaulay had her hands on her hips, worry clearly marked on every part of her face.

      “Honey, is anything wrong?” Fred asked.

      She noded, unable to shake off the uneasy feeling at the pit of her stomach. “I’m not sure but I really hope not.”

      He took her hand in his and pulled her closer. “What is the matter my love?”

      She snuggled deeper into her husband’s embrace. He held her tightly, caressing her hair.

      “It’s Rita, I went into her room and found her with her phone. She said she was chatting with a client at this ungodly hour. The Rita that I brought up does not stay up late at night.”

      He kept his hand over hers. “Give her some space honey. She’s not a little girl anymore. She’s twenty four. The youths of this dispensation are always with their phone.”

      She shook her head. “I understand but that’s not all, she told this so called client, that she loved him.” She frowned as she remembered her encounter with Rita, “Though she claimed it was a female, I don’t believe her.”

      Mr. Macaulay smiled. “And she’s not old enough to be in a relationship? You got married to me at 20 years, woman. At eighteen, I was already wooing you, remember? There was no phone at that time, so I’ll stand at the road junction that leads to the market for hours just to see you because I knew you always took that path on your way to and fro your mother’s shop.”

      Mrs. Macaulay’s face curved into a smile. She and her husband had indeed loved each other for many years. Although the early start of their marriage had been rocky and investing so much time into the church ministry had been the only way to avoid dealing with their problems, they later came to terms with their differences. Now, her heart beat for her daughter, she wanted to be sure she was okay. In despair, she clutched tightly to her breasts which now sagged, Rita had suckled on them. “I know that she’s not a baby. I’m just worried, my motherly instinct tells me there’s something terribly wrong plus she’s got a new phone. That’s two phones in one month. Now, that’s not being prudent, is it?”

      “Okay, calm down. There’s no need for you to get all worked up, I’ll talk to her in the morning. But for what it’s worth, we’ve raised a good daughter, you know that, right?”

      Mrs. Macaulay smiled. “Yeah.” She gave her husband a peck on his cheek, pressing her body to his until she fitted him perfectly, her legs on his thighs, her head on his shoulders and her breasts on his chest. “I love you my darling, I always have.”

      He gave her a peck on her forehead then kissed her fully on the lips. “I love you too. Now, go back to sleep, just as you said, this is an ungodly hour to be chatting.”

      Mrs. Macaulay’s smile broadened. “Yes, my Lord, it’s such an ungodly hour to chat but not so ungodly for my husband to touch me” she held him close to her bosom and let him take her through the pearly gates of heaven and back, at least that’s how she felt.

      Rita woke up with the Cock. As soon as it crowed in the open, she roused in the comfort of her bed. She knew she had to do something to make up for her behaviour yesterday. She cleaned the house until it shone. When she was satisfied that there was no dirt in the house, she had her bath and dressed up for church, then sat waiting in the sitting room like an angel for her parents to get ready. Her parents soon came out dressed and ready for church. As their eyes fell on their daughter who sat sedately, they smiled and thought to themselves that an angel was in their abode. Perhaps they were right, she was an angel quite alright, but a fallen one.