ShortStory II Could it be Real?

by Fred Nwaozor

Wonders, they say, shall never end. The least he foresaw. The bashful Nneka just bashed into his matrimonial room. “Could she be drunk?” he thought while sceptically and astonishly glancing at the pale-looking beautifully created creature that was clad in a white nightgown as she stood at the room entrance leaning on the closed metal door.

Emeka who was lying in his bed in his boxers couldn’t fathom his view. It was unarguably just like a dream. But could he be dreaming while his eyes were widely and enthusiastically open? “Nneka,” he managed to exclaim. “What are you doing in my room at this time of the night?” It was about 11:08pm. “I was feeling lonely,” she shyly responded. “I am sorry.” Nneka was Emeka’s sister-in-law, precisely the immediate younger sibling to his newly wedded wife, Adaku. The couple tied the knot barely a few months back, and Nneka who was awaiting a call-up letter from the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) having successfully rounded off her degree course some weeks back, had been asked by the new couple upon request to join them in the city of Port-Harcourt, Rivers State while she await her NYSC. She just arrived their home three days back. Right from when the couple was still courting, Nneka had been attracted to Emeka without his knowledge nor his fiancée’s. Each time he visited their home in the absence of every other person including their parents, she would employ every tactics to prolong his stay even when he was very anxious to take his leave, unknowingly to him that she was up to something. Even on the day the couple tied the nuptial knots in which she was the chief bridesmaid, she felt as if she was the one getting married to him. The fantasies, euphoria as well as the not unusual sensational thoughts peculiar to such epoch-making moment were being nurtured by her person.

On that very night when she appeared at the couple’s matrimonial room unannounced or like a ghost, Adaku – a practising gynaecologist who was engaged with one of the government general hospitals in the city, had been called earlier at the night at about 8pm via telephone to report at the hospital for an emergency and she complied as usual, not knowing her darling hubby was a targeted prey. “You were lonely…?” Emeka verified, still lying in his bed. The fair, slim, and about 5.1-foot tall Nneka nodded calmly. Her sparingly transparent night dress was showcasing her nude boobs coupled with her white panties, thereby making her seemed irresistible. “Was that why you couldn’t even knock at the door?” He queried, though in a friendly tone; kept his head upright with the support of his left arm. “I am very sorry, sir.” She said, gushed out tears and attempted to leave the room having kept the door open.

Emeka was moved by the deceptive tears. “Hold on, hold on.” He urged, stood up from the bed. She stood still, held the partially opened door with her right hand. “Come.” He enjoined passionately, sitting on the bed. She quickly closed the door and walked pitiably to him with tears in her face. “Sit down.” He requested soberly. She complied. He asked her to wipe out her tears and she heeded the advice. They were seated on the bed about two centimetres apart from each other. “What’s wrong with you,” Emeka inquired. “Is there anything you are not telling me?” The 24-year-old Nneka quickly looked into his eyes romantically. “I fell in love with you the very first day I set my eyes on you.” She disclosed vocally. The 37-year-old Emeka who became dumbfounded and depressed, frowned at her, stood up. There was a moment of silence “Are you out of your mind?” He ranted. “Are you insane?” She stood up and joined him, holding his waist with her arms while facing him. Her booms were stylishly touching his bare chest. “I am so sorry,” she dished out. “Just that I couldn’t hide my feelings anymore.”

The chocolate, plump and about 5.4-foot tall young man couldn’t resist the unpredicted tender touch and lyrics; she was already all over him. Every dick and harry in him was feeling the unimagined warmth sensation, and of course his ancient driller was therein seemingly on her going by its renewed posture. It seemed her sinister motive had been actualized. Apparently, there was no need for a prolonged preliminary since every needed instrument was within their reach. In view of this fact, in less than ten minutes time, the deed had been done. Immediately after the unscheduled tango, they concurrently but coincidently took a glance at the clock hung on the wall – it was 11:45pm. Adaku had called to inform them the moment she got to the hospital that she may be back at the midnight. Could it be real? Did it really happen? Those were the thoughts expected to be running through Emeka’s medulla oblongata as he lay in his bed watched Nneka depart for her alleged lonely room. On the other hand, who knows, would she feel lonely again as she earlier claimed, or had the loneliness been quenched by Emeka’s rugged trustworthy driller? Any good observer who was privileged to observe the melodrama wouldn’t hesitate to ponder over this required inquiry. Who on earth could presume that Nneka, the renowned mouse-like and sanctimonious girl would attempt to seduce a bachelor let alone her brother-in-law. Anyone who knew her very well could swear that she was still a virgin. As the saying often goes, ‘the known devil is better than the unknown angel’. That was the most suitable clause for Nneka’s case. Four weeks on, Nneka who was really obsessed with Emeka, deliberately conceived for him while Adaku was yet to be impregnated. She disclosed the latest development to the father of the unborn baby who frowned at her and consequently persuaded her to get rid of the pregnancy but she refused. Emeka’s wife, Adaku who never knew that wonders were happening under her nose or imagined any antics, was totally kept in the dark until the said pregnancy became conspicuous in two months’ time. When confronted, her kid sister disclosed to her unequivocally that her husband was the owner of the unborn child. The disclosure was tendered when her affluent husband was away to Dubai, United Arab Emirates, for one of his numerous business trips. Adaku who couldn’t wait to have her hubby’s presence to confront him with the accusation, felt like an electrocuted creature within the two days and nights that ushered in his return. Upon arrival, the awaited Emeka was issued the query. Surprisingly, contrary to his poor wife’s expectation, he never refuted the allegation, though it was admitted with the aid of an apologetic utterance. Adaku died shortly afterwards owing to the poison she took. She couldn’t bear the awful reality of the news relating to incest.