That fateful day, she just barely managed to enter the church before the Mass started. She took a seat by the window at the end of the pew overlooking the parking space, she was trying hard not to cry as she wondered why her husband was no longer attentive and loving; and that was when she saw them for the first time.
They drove in, parked and the husband hurriedly got down from the driver’s seat, rushed to the passenger’s side and held the door open while the wife stepped off elegantly. They wore matching lace outfits and the wife has this nice bead around her neck. They quickly entered the church and took their seats infront of her. When Mass was over, she lingered and watched them leaving; and the husband still held the door for the wife. She was flabbergasted; they were an elderly couple and she heard them greet friends as she had been following them closely, they definitely didn’t sound janded (someone who has travelled outside Nigeria) at all so how did this lady get soo lucky to have a gentleman husband??
And so her couple watching/stalking continued, and she was growing tired of her situation. So one day, she gathered up her courage to meet the lady, told her she had a problem she believed she could help her figure out the answer to and took her number. The next day she called her up and they scheduled a meeting.
When they met, she went on about her failure of her marriage and the hard headedness of her husband. She complimented the woman on how she and her spouse always arrived at church together unlike her husband who since he bought her that nonsense baby boy(the street name for Honda Accord 1997 model here) leaves before her to church as he insists she takes too much time dressing. So she asked the woman for the secret and the woman replied
“Hmmmm…..He bought you a car??😮 My husband started opening my door ever since I mistakenly broke his door handle and he warned me never to touch any part of his car again: I am to get in, put on my seat belt and keep my hands to myself, i’m not to to touch the radio knob or God Forbid!! (Dramatic eye roll here) try opening the door. You think it’s romantic to have the door opened for you?? Try sitting in the car under the hot sun with the windows wound up and your husband has forgotten he was yet to open your door ‘cos he got carried away with exchanging pleasantries with a friend and you have to call to him on phone to remind him that you are still in the car?
And that was the end of the sermon for that day……..
The grass is definitely greener on the other side, wouldn’t you agree??