~Moaning Nku~
Opula sat up, her head staggering for balance, her dirty eyes rolling for sight, her breath full of exudates of alcohol.
“Fuck that pussy if you want to fuck and stop blabbing!” she snapped, frowned at him and slid a finger into her mouth.
He was standing and staring at her from the window now. Cold tears trickled down his eyes as he struggled to be a man.
“You must be stupid, Opula!” he cursed, “Why would you be mentioning Nku when I am making love to you? Is it that you are yet to accept me into your life? Is it that you are still in love with that bastard? What sort of fucking love would make you moan a dead boy’s name when I am fucking you…”
She tossed the glass flute at him and he flinched out of target, leaving the glass flute smashing the wall. She jeered at him.
“You are fucking full of grace I wanted to pin you to the wall for calling Nku dead. Who told you he is dead. He is living in my heart and you don’t fucking decide my moan. Do you understand?”
“Oh yeah! Is that what you want? Tell me what Nku has that I don’t have! Is it money? Is it cuteness? Is it big dick? Tell me. I am so disappointed in you that you you are still crazed by that poor horrible boy who left you for a fellow man…”
She stood to her feet, staggered uncontrollably and dared to jab at him but fell to the floor. “You should be thanking your stars I didn’t get you. Nku is far better than you. He is more cute, more talented, richer and fucks better…” she chuckled and belged before chuckling yet further.
“I regret putting a ring on that finger. I regret marrying you. I regret having anything to do with you!” he walked out on her, weeping and gnashing his teeth.
***
Later when Azuaka retruned to the room he found Opula’s jaw still perched on the flute of wine. He gazed upon her with pity, carrying her in his arms to the bathroom, stripped her of the wedding gown and opened shower on her, until she got drenched.
He considered washing her up and got her warm and ready for rest.
When he tucked away in the balcony to smoke no other nightmare flashed in his head than what just happened between him and Opula few minutes ago. Without being convinced, he knew memory of Nku was going to ruin his marriage. He wouldn’t condole Opula moaning aloud the name of Nku while he devoured her pussy. It was appalling and unheard of. And to think of the fact that the same Nku was dead, left him crying like a child. It went a long way to convince him of the undying love she had for Nku.
Quickly he picked up his laptop to address a divorce paper. He wanted a divorce. Yes. It was bizarre to divorce Opula on the night of their wedding but he had had enough. It was time to separate the stones from the grains.
He gazaed upon her, broke down in huge tears and started typing an email of divorce which he addressed to his family lawyer. Through sobbing he penned down the thirty percent of his assets be granted to Opula while he started afresh with the remaing eighty.
He wailed, smoked, drank and stayed up all night until dawn. When Opula woke up, she was drawn and wary from drunkenness. She could hear the splahing of water on the floor in the bathroom and she sensed Azuaka was washing up.
Thinking they fucked all through the first night of their wedding, Opula glared in between her legs and realized her pussy was dry, neat, rigid and untouched. When she brought her nostrils closer there was no wrench of cum and fuck. She still smelled fresh from the bars.
“Good morning, darling,” she greeted once he came out of the bathroom.
He gave her the cold shoulders, dried his body and squeezed into his tuxedo.
She noticed the anger that spelt on his face. “You seemed not to have woken up on the good side. Who got on your nereves, dear? And where are you off to? Are we not supposed to be on honeymoon?” she asked, sitting up and still wondering what could be wrong with him, even though different people had different notion to honeymoon.
“What does it look like?” he groaned, sprayed frangrance, grabbed his briefcase, and turned to use the door.
“Hold on, Azuaka, please hold on,” she left the bed and caught him with her fingers. “This is supposed to be our honeymoon. Where are you off to? You are going to leave without telling your newly wedded wife?”
He breathed uneasily wishing not to utter further words. She demanded for answers with her scowled face and he managed to say, “Work and my newly wedded wife shouldn’t have moaned out Nku while sucking her pussy last night .” he dared to shove her out of the way but she stood her spot and grabbed his shoulders.
“Oh my God! Did I do that? Please look upon me with mercy.” She caught sight of the bottles of wine that littered the floor
“You tossed that at me when I confronted you,” Azuaka nagged on.
And she said, “I was tipsy, heavily tipsy, so I couldn’t have done that in my right senses, please forgive me, Azuaka.”
Do I need to remind you that some iniquities are unforgivavble? You ruined first night with you! How could you? How…”
He couldn’t find Opula in sight and when he lowered his gaze she was somewhere between his legs unzipping his trousers and about to give him a head.
“Oh fuck! Oh suck it baby! Fuck! Mmm. This is good - yeah!” he moaned, with his eyes shut.
When he opened his eyes he was staring at his laptop…
He would have to delete the divorce later…