Broken marriage, Johnny's view

As soon as Kenny mentioned the phone, I became completely shattered. I had managed to put him off, on the issue of the perfume, but not on the phone still. He knew his wife’s cover. Girlish, pink, with little Barbie doll cartoon stickers on. My mind quickly tried to figure out how I would explain it, but I rendered speechless and before I did even make a move, he had already picked it from the table, powered it on, and there, a cover photo of baby Angel displayed.

“Johnny…where is my wife?” he asked..

“Am…I…”

“But why bro? where is she?”

I knew he was now thinking a lot, perhaps that we had been doing this for a long time, not knowing that everything just happened in not more than 24 hours. I lacked an explanation to give.

‘Please, bro. where is my wife?” he asked again.

“She is not here.”

“She is here.” He confirmed, as he jumped into my closet and made a thorough check, but to no avail.

“Where is she hiding? Where did you put her? For how long has this been going on? Did you use protection?” he asked. Lots of questions. I couldn’t even bring myself to answer. This was the worst form of betrayal I had ever done. Kenny was my best friend. Since childhood…but why would I have done this to him? why, for crying out loud didn’t I think twice.

“Am sorry bro.”

“Just tell me where my wife is. I want to take her home.” He said. He was so calm. I wished he could at least give a punch on the nose. Yeah, I would accept it all. His wife had been irresistible to me…what would I say?

“Bro?”

“I’m sorry bro.” I repeated. I was indeed sorry. He tapped my shoulder and gave it a warm caress. “Its well. I understand. But just tell me where my wife is.”

“In the bathroom.” Without any second thought, he headed for the bathroom and turned the knob but it was locked.

‘Dee, open this door please.” He softly said. But there was no response.

“Dee? Bro, come and tell my wife I’m harmless. Let her open the door.” I knew Kenny was the silent type, slow to anger, but I didn’t know how he felt at the moment. Whether he was the Kenny I knew, or if he was scheming something. Perhaps, he wanted to get back at both of us, in Dee’s presence.

“Tell my wife, I wanna take her home.” At this moment, I saw tears engulfing his eyes and he let them roll down his chin freely.

“Bro…”

“Tell her to open the door.” I knocked. And pleaded to Diana to open the door. I knew how she felt. Could be, she was scared to face her husband. But we wouldn’t force her to open the door. I went on to plead, and a few minutes later, she was turning the key. Kenny did not let her open it by herself. He had already, once again grabbed the door knob and pushed it open. His eyes fell on her eyes, who had immediately ran to a corner and curled herself there, her face hidden.

Without a word, I saw Kenny slowing losing himself and in no time, he was on his knees.

“I just wanted to confirm she is the one…that’s all I wanted. But honestly, I wish this was all a dream.” He said, staggered up, and left. Diana wept. At this very minute, I was even scared of touching her. yet it pained me that she was in tears. She had started the game…I felt sorry for her. I felt sorry for Kenny. I felt sorry for myself. by the time she afforded to look at me, her eyes were all red.

“I want to die.” She said.

‘What? No… you can’t say that.”

“I have lost him.”

“Look here Dee, we just have to look for a reason to tell him. Why had you come here, and why did I lie to him. We can tell him that you needed someone to talk to, that’s why you came here…and when we heard him coming, you got scared and hid since you hadn’t told him that you would be coming to see me.”

“Nope…no need of lying to him…no need Johnny. I’m doomed. I wish I had opened that envelope before I left home. Oh my, where should I turn to now!”

“Calm down Dee.”

“I wish I can talk to Lindsay.”

“No, don’t. just go home, and talk to your husband. I already apologized to him. Kenny is not a bad person. He will understand. Come on, go home.” She picked her phone, handbag and shoes, and she left. Yes, that’s what sin usually brings. Pain, regrets and shame. I felt pity for that lovely marriage…I didn’t want to see it falling apart, yet I had played a role in it. Dee left. I wished I could escort her home, but I didn’t afford to…I prayed all would be well with them…I hoped she would find comfort and I wished their marriage would stand firm…