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 "Jesus!" Onyos exclaimed. What was happening to him really? He quickly put on his clothes and bolted out of the room like a flash of lightning. His heart was beating furiously.
"When did this lady come to the house?" He couldn't answer this. Truth be said she was way beautiful than Dumbamba. But why her at this time of the night in his bedroom? He couldn't tell.
Onyos was such a disciplined gentleman especially after he left his wayward ways and married this terrorist in the name of a wife. Why had the gods conspired to ruin his life? At the same time the devil was speaking to him "Go back to the bedroom.... a man has got to be a man" etc, but he didn't need to this voice.
He was way too afraid to do that( whatever it was!) Walking stealthily, he went to the bedroom door, stood there for two or so minutes, peeped once he did, and what did he see? The lady was carelessly lying in bed, stark naked, bedsheets hanging loosely by the bedside. He snapped his eyes. The devil was overworking, he could see.
Quickly, he headed to the sitting room, took a glass as usual and poured himself half a glass of Johnny Walker. He mixed it with some water and took it in little sips, thinking. It was quite obvious that all his mind was on the lady sleeping in his bedroom, he had temporarily forgotten about his wife and Jack Skibo.
He thought so much that sleep got the better side of him; He fell asleep on the sofa set. He didn't move an inch till morning. The rays of the morning sun hit his eyes. It must have been mid-morning! Where was he? Oh, he realized faster that he was in his house. How got there he couldn't tell.
When he looked keenly, he noticed that the room was so neat, and tea had already been served! Then his mind cleared and yesterday activities came falling in bits! His stomach churned with anger...
He had forgotten about Dumbamba's sister.To the bedroom he headed and found the door opened. He entered and behold, what did he see but his wife with the sister laughing in bed and deep in conversation...
At this point, he realized that he didn't lock the door the previous night. How did she get in here without me noticing? He greeted them "happily" and left for the sitting room...
©Intelligence Analyst
FK

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