TRAPPED IN A JUNGLE

THIRTEEN

NABEEL's POV.

I didn't know why I woke up feeling very happy and excited. Was it because I was going back to Jos today? Or was it because I was going to see Husnah? Hmm, I couldn't be missing her. In our three months of marraige, have I ever had this kind of feeling, morelike a urge to see husnah? I don't think so, but I definitely knew I was eager to see her... Look right into her eyes, God! I missed those eyes, her brows, her juicy lips, her giggles and pouts. O Lord! What the hell was wrong with me?

Fareedah was in the bedroom busy arranging our trolleys, I was the only one sitting in the parlor, sipping a coffee and enjoying its warmness through my throat down to my tummy... with Husnah's thoughts in my head!.

I then decided to text her and tell her about our coming. I just felt the urge to do so... even though I knew what I did to her weeks back was outta line, and was pretty sure she's not gonna let it slide.

'Hey, how you? Good i guess. Our flight will be landing soon, felt it'll be cool if i tell you about it. Bye'. I had texted her.

I sat there, waiting hopelessly for a reply but none came. I stood up and walked to the kitchen, dropped the mug I used in taking coffee into the sink and walked back to the bedroom where Fareedah was.

"Hey" I whispered softly into her ears as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Hi" she whispered back, kissing my jaw.

"Done already?" I asked, gesturing towards the trolleys.

"Yes baby, but we need to talk". She said. I lessened my grip and turned her to face me. She was all serious now. "Sit" she added, sitting down by the edge of the bed and tapping a space close to her for me to sit.

I sat down and hold her hands in mine. They were so warm.

"Baby" She muttered, looking straight into my eyes.

"Yes Reedah, talk to me. Everything okay?"

"I... I want to stay behind for a check up" she blurted.

I looked at her with so much thoughts in my head. Checkup? But why didn't she told me about that untill now, when it was few hours to our flight?

"Why?" I asked feeling hurt "why are you just telling me about it now? Why? What am I to you Fareedah? A game or what? It's just few hours to our flight, Tayo has already boarded a plane and bought our tickets. What's all these Fareedah?" I shouted on top of my voice. I really was hurt, so damn hurt.

A surprised look appeared on her face, and then she was all red.

Anger!

"What the hell is wrong with you these past few days Nabeel? I just can't seem to understand. I'm only staying behind for a check up". She shouted back.

"Oh come on Fareedah. We've been in Abuja for two weeks now, couldn't you have gone for your check up all those while? Why now? I can't seem to get this freaking idea outta my head. Our plane is already booked for Goddammit!".

"Don't you dare shout at me again Nabeel!" Fareedah said, the color in her eyes changing from white to red. "I'm not Husnah, and I won't take such shits from you! The plane is booked for you only, I called Tayo and told him not to book the plane with me. So, take it or leave it, I'm staying behind".

With that, I was like 'What The Hell?. Seriously, I was even out of words to say... and so was she. We were just there, sending hot glares at each other. I didn't know how, but I saw the look on Fareedah's face softening, her eyes swollen up, and then... Tears.

She buried her head in her hands and wept, she wept like her eyes were gonna pop out of their sockets. And I couldn't bring myself to comfort her.

"I... I was only doing this for us. I was trying to see a doctor to know my future. Just wanted to know if I'll be pregnant again. That's all I wanted, all I wanted" She said, more like a whisper.

My heart felt heavy and I also felt like crying. Gaskiya ne, kuka ma rahama ne! (Indeed, tears is also a blessing).

"It was because I couldn't give birth in our seven years of marraige, that's why Husnah came into our life. She came and ruined my life, ruined it forever. I was only trying to get you back. You don't love me anymore Nabeel. You've never shouted at me, but you did that today, why? All because of Husnah!" she was crying again, holding her chest, "It hurts here Nabeel, it hurts morethan words can say" she added, beating her chest so hard.

'Oh lord, What have I done!'.

I sat beside her and took hold of her hands, but she grabbed them back. "Don't touch me" she said angrily.

'Hey! I'm a man, a grown up man. And Fareedah is my property'. I thought to myself before grabbing her forcefully and hugging her. The more she tried to free herself, the tighter I hugged her.

Moments later, she was calm.

I cleared my throat before stating the long essay I've composed in heart. "Life is always full of wonders, and sometimes feelings do change, but my feelings for you are forever embedded in my heart. I was only angry moments ago, I felt hurt... if you could stay behind and leave me all alone in Jos, how do you want me to cope? How can I Reedah, how?? I've never loved someone as much as I love you Reedah, you makes me whole. I'm sorry about everything, I'm way too sorry!".

She snuggled up at me the more, placing warm kisses on my cheeks. "I'm sorry too baby, I'm so so sorry".

And that ends it. I was the only one that came back to Jos, leaving Reedah in Abuja. She was going to stay there for two good weeks! 'God! I'll be a dead fish by then'.

I called Fahad to come pick me from the airport.

"Amma kasan ka kwafsa mun koh" he said, sounding sad. "I'm in the midst of my lovey dovey scenes with my lovely Amrah and here you are, mood spoiler. Toh I'm coming over with her, because I'm just not gonna miss the sweet words she's telling me".

"Kanka dai ake ji. Come and pick me up mister. I'm not in the mood for your blabberings".

"Don't dare me Malam. Sai inyi zamana!" Fahad teased.

"Hurry up please, I'm missing my wife like hell over here" I didn't even know when those words popped out of my mouth.

10mins later... Fahad was driving me home, with Amrah sitting behind us. I didn't know why, but I seriously didn't like this so called childhood friend of my wife.

Fahad parked the car in the parking lot, just then, another car came in. I stood still wondering who could that be.

Amal.

My sister inlaw.

"Hammah!" She called out happily, hopping out of the car, "surprise visit!" She yelped

"Awwwn, aren't you the sweetest and noisiest sis on earth?" I teased as I gave her a side hug.

"Nidin? Sai in koma fa" she said pouting. God! She looked just like Husnah while pouting.

"Come on, I'm sorry" I called after her. She was already running towards the house shouting Husnah's name. I stepped my foot into the living room, and a very warm and heart touchy perfume welcomed my nostrils. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent deeply. 'God! I love thid pef'.

Then I heard Husnah's voice shouting, "I'm gonna squeeze you alive Amal". Hmm, I really missed her voice! We all sat down, I sat down on a single couch, my face facing the door.

My heart almost missed a beat when I saw Husnah. She looked so innocent, her eyes, her lashes, her long pony tail dangling behind her long neck. Our eyes locked, and I just couldn't take my eyes off her. My eyes then caught Fahad's eyes on her... and I felt like grabbing him and shoving some punches to his ugly face. But then, I stood up, open my hands wide and a warm smile on my lips. "Are you gonna stand there and keep looking at me? Come on, lemme feel you in my arms". She stood still, looking at me before finally running up to me and hugging me so tight. Damn! I missed her scent, her soft touches, her soft hands... the warm scent in her hair.

"I missed you so much teddy bear" she said, almost inaudible.

"I missed you more My Asma, way too much!" I said, squeezing her the more.

"Awwwnnnn... aren't you the best lovers on earth!" I heard Amal's voice saying. I lessened my grip and looked at Amal, she was holding her iPhone7 giving us shots and shots of photos. I promised, one of them would be on my wallpaper!.

I had a wonderful day with them all. Husnah drives me crazy just by her thought.

A week later...

I laid down on my bed, listening to the night whispers. I had a long and tiring day at work and also we visited Abbah.

Yusrah the parrot had gave me a long speech that made my head throbbing like its gonna break into pieces. I was emotionally drenched as Husnah kept dressing in alluring manner, wearing shorts and knickers... with tank tops and vests. Moments ago, I saw her by the swimming pool with only a pair of bikini. Mehn, I went nuts. I kept visualizing her image in that bikini, the way her butts swayed from on side to the other as she stood by the pool before jumping in.

'I have to do something, else... I am gonna blow up real soon'.

I mustered some courage and walked up to Husnah's part. I didn't bother knocking at the door and just stepped in. She wasn't in the living room so I walked into her bedroom.

Empty...

I then heard sounds of water and knew that she was in the bathroom.

I sat by the edge of the dressing mirror in the room, my hands folded at my chest... waiting for her.

Hey! what was I even doing there? In my one week of stay, Husnah always feed me, stand by my side and even help me dress up in alluring outfit. I couldn't seemed to understand why. But it was drenching me deep inside!

I heard the sound of a door being opened... and then Husnah came out. A cream floppy towel tied around her body and stopped at her knee. She was stunned when she saw me seating there. I knew she wasn't expecting me there, and also didn't know what I was doing there.

She looked so cute, innocent. My eyes surveyed her from head to toe, with my heart beat increasing.

I walked up to her and placed a chaste kiss on her jaw. She turned red, and I chuckled.

What started as a simple kiss on the jaw turned me on and I was kinda crazy because I began kissing her all wild. Tightening my grip on her tiny waist.

"Let me go Nabeel, what the hell are you doing?" Husnah said, her voice shaking with fear. I didn't even noticed what she said, I was already outta my mind. "Don't Nabeel! Please don't do it" she shouted as I tried to slip her towel. But all to no avail. I still refused to listen. I took her up and sprang her on bed.

An hour...

Two hours...

Three hours...

I looked at Husnah, and fear crept into my heart. 'Lord! I hope this is not true'.

She was lying helplessly on bed, in pool of blood. 'What have I done?'.

'I just r***d my wife!'

'I f*****g ra...ped my wife!'

'Is she alive?'

I couldn't say!