"You feel Me" - Part Two - Story By Kemi Jinadu

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“Are you alright Kola?” Bimpe shouted from outside the toilet as she walked back to the living room, her eyes scanned through the room.

Bimpe scrutinised every corner of the upholstery chairs, but what she expected to find was nowhere to be seen.  She came to a halt when the sound of the toilet door unlocking became louder.

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“Do you want me to give you some water?” Bimpe asked.

“No thanks, my tummy hurts though.”

Just as Kola was about to get comfortable, he precipitately scurried towards the toilet again this time grabbing his abdomen with both hands.

Bimpe’s eyes lit up as she sighted Kola’s Samsung phone on the chair, she grasped it like her life depended on it.    Then reached for the safety pin she had earlier positioned just behind their wedding picture on the television and inserted it in the Samsung phone small hole, the Sim card slot shoot out.

The EE Sim card was just a perfect fit as Bimpe swapped Sim cards, and carefully placed Kola’s card at the side of her purse.

Kola coughed.

“Are you okay dear?”

“My tummy hurts Bimpe, was there anything in that food?”

“What do you mean? 

“Anything like what?”  Bimpe cautiously put Kola’s phone back to its original position.

“I don’t know, just asking” Kola’s voice echoed from behind the toilet door.

Kola stumbled out of the toilet, water dripping from his hands.  

Bimpe scurried past him into the toilet came out shortly after with a hand towel, she placed the towel on Kola’s hands. 

The hand towel dropped on the floor, Kola ignored and lay on his stomach, his leg dangling at the end of the upholstery chair.

“Maybe you should just rest and sleep for a while,” Bimpe patted Kola on the back.

“Oh my God! My tummy really hurts” Kola looked so perplexed; his watery eyes popped like they were about to come out of the socket. 

“Maybe I should quickly go to the chemist down the road, Mr Raja was really helpful the last time,” Bimpe suggested.

“Hopefully you get better if not then we can book an appointment with your GP,” Bimpe added but Kola did not respond.

 

Bimpe grabbed the car keys and dashed out. 

Driving was awkward that Bimpe had to drive off the A13 onto a side road to adjust the driver’s seat.  The leg room was so spacious but perfect for Kola’s long legs that her feet struggled to reach the pedal, Bimpe thought she could manage at first as she was in a haste to drive away from the vicinity of the house before Kola noticed anything.

 

It did not take Bimpe long to insert Kola’s sim card into the Vodafone Mobiwire phone.

“Hello babe I could not hear you earlier sorry, you can send me a text instead of Whatsapp message my phone is faulty” Bimpe punched the word into the Vodafone Mobiwire phone.

“Ok, where are you?” It did not take the lady on the other side so long to reply.

“I miss you and I would like to see you,” Bimpe replied.

 

“We are meeting up tomorrow, remember just wait and I have a surprise for you.”

“I can’t wait till tomorrow, I want to see you now just meet up with me briefly,” Bimpe hesitated before she clicked the send button, she wiped off a part of the text then retyped.

“I can’t wait till tomorrow I want to see your pretty face now just meet up with me briefly,” Bimpe remembered Kola was a regular user of the word “pretty face” she might as well add that to the text message.

 

The last thing Bimpe wanted to do was to raise any suspicion, her mind was racing fast while she tried to reflect to Mr Lover Boy’s romantic years back in the days.

Those flattery words Kola uses must echo in these back-and-forth text messages as she was convinced her husband still uses the same mode of amorousness; Bimpe switched off the ignition.

 

“You know my car is not good, I am just managing it, if the car stopped working completely you are responsible for the bill,” lady replied.

“I will pay for any damages, let me see you my dear,” Bimpe click the send button.

“No, you are not just paying for damages but replacing the whole car,” the Vodafone beeped with the message displayed.

 

“God punish you and your entire family, did Kola buy me a car even as a wife?” Bimpe cursed underneath her breath, her hand shivered as the ferocity of rile took over her whole being.

Bimpe tried to refrain from including any form of boorishness in her message, but it seems to be the easier words to type at that moment.

 

The urge to continue typing had faded away, Bimpe knew she had to finish what she started, she tried to fathom what would have been Kola’s reply.

When her fingers finished typing Bimpe was not convinced that this could be the sort of reply Kola would have sent so she wiped it all off.

“I will think about that love,” Bimpe was convinced that this would be the perfect answer, so she clicked the send button.

 

“Where are you? And where do you want me to meet you?”

“Meet me at “Showcase cinema” Barking I will be waiting inside the Pizza hut, text me when you are there, remember my phone is bad.”

“Ok babe,” the Vodafone beeped.

 

Bimpe switched on the engine, made a U-turn, and drove back onto the busy A13 road; driving back seemed a lot better as her feet moved freely between accelerator and the foot brake with ease, no struggle.

Within ten to twelve minutes Bimpe reached the “Showcase cinema” parked far away from the opened car park.

 

The icy cold blew against her oblong shaped face as she walked into Nando’s restaurant.

Nando’s was not busy as Bimpe had expected.

By this time tomorrow which would be valentine day the whole place will be parked with humans, married, divorced, boyfriend, girlfriend, mistresses and even gigolos, Bimpe shook her head as this notion occupied her mind.

 

“Table for how many people?” a waitress with what seemed like a spider tattoo plastered at the side of her neck intercepted Bimpe’s engrossed thought.

“Table for two please,” Bimpe replied.

 

“Follow me,” the waitress walked Bimpe towards the far end of the restaurant.

“No, I will prefer to sit by the window, while I wait for my partner,” Bimpe began to walk back.

“Sit anywhere you prefer,” the waiter smiled as she spoke without enthusiasm.

“Thanks,” Bimpe discreetly perched on a wooden chair so close to the window the view was just so perfect she thought.

While Bimpe’s eyes observed almost everyone that walked past, she cannot help but noticed that so many English people troupe into Frankie & Benny’s compared to other restaurant. 

The Vodafone beeped.

“I am here, will see you in Pizza hut babe.”

“Ok,” Bimpe eyes stopped wandering and remained focus on the Pizza hut entrance.

Suddenly Bimpe sighted a tall dark skin complexion lady with curly brown streaked with blonde hair at the entrance of the Pizza hut; the yellow blouse she wore cling to her physical frame which accentuated her big bust. 

“This lady looked like Kola’s type though, but dark skin is not really his type or maybe he decided to try amala instead of iyan this time,” Bimpe murmured.  The more Bimpe glanced at her husband’s mistress she cannot help but noticed the inevitable features; hated to admit the remarkable beauty the lady in yellow outfit possessed.

Bimpe watched as the lady in yellow walked out of the pizza hut and stood right in front of it. The lady in yellow began to type into the phone she was holding.

“Where are you, I cannot see you inside Pizza hut,” Bimpe’s phone beeped.

“Oh, so sorry I changed my mind, meet me in Frankie & Benny’s,” Bimpe tapped the send button.

Within seconds Bimpe observed as the lady in yellow started walking towards Frankie & Benny’s restaurant.

Bimpe grabbed her bag and scurried towards the lady in yellow.

The sneaker’s Bimpe wore seemed to grip the wet floor so perfectly, within what seemed like seconds she reached for the lady in yellow’s wig, yanked it off her head. 

The lady in yellow outfit twirled around in confusion, she looked younger and different without the wig; before she could spill out the words in her mouth Bimpe stretched her hand then threw the wig a bit far away.   Bimpe leaped in a swift, within seconds what seemed like sparkles were slaps placed one after the other on the lady in yellow outfit’s face. 

“This is how it feels when you sleep with my husband, you feel me!” Bimpe yelled as she kept slapping and kicking the lady in yellow, spectators gathered.

The lady in yellow staggered as she held on to her face as if it was going to fall off her head, the high heels shoe she wore did not help either, it made her wobbled backwards.

Bimpe jumped against the lady in yellow they both hit the wet floor.

The lady in yellow released a cry, her yellow blouse had dark wet stains all over, Bimpe rolled over and sat on top of the lady in yellow who kept covering her face with her hands.

“You feel me,” Bimpe yelled as she kept beating the lady in yellow with all her strength. 

“Stop them, please stop,” a bald man with a Nigerian accent pulled Bimpe away from the lady in yellow outfit on the floor.

Bimpe marvel at how energetic she could be sometimes considering her husband’s mistress tower in height way above her if she was to stand next to her.

You will have to pay me if you want this Valentine story to continue😄😄😄.....Bye👋👋👋

Written By Kemi Jinadu

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