It was 7:15pm. Lanre usually made it home by 7:30pm on the dot, so Mira waited. She positioned the loveseat in front of the door. Mira sat in the chair and leaned back with her legs crossed. As the clocked ticked, she tapped her foot to the tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Her movements were unconscious, but what Mira was conscious of, was that her patience slipping. As each minute went by, Mira felt her resolve wane. “I don’t think I can do this.”
She looked to the wall atop the fireplace. Mira and Lanre’s wedding picture hung there. “5 years,” she thought. Mira could remember her wedding day like it was yesterday. She thought about the man she walked towards. This man wasn’t just Lanre to her. He was her forever. Mira mulled over the words in her mind; “in sickness and health, till death do us part.” Marriage wasn’t something she took lightly. Mira dreamed of that day since she was a little girl. Her dream was perfect, something she hoped her marriage would be.
She looked at the clock. 7:20pm. Mira felt like she had been sitting forever waiting for Lanre to come home. There was that word again. Forever. She stared at the front door. She stared so hard that if looks were lasers, the door would have a gaping hole. She was sick of staring. She didn’t know how to communicate to Lanre how unsettled she felt. “Does he still find me beautiful?” Lanre used to tell Mira she was beautiful all the time, but lately he barely spoke to her. For a while, her barely even looked at her. So Mira worried and worried til the one day she decided to do something about it. Today.
That morning, when Lanre went to work, Mira opened his laptop. She didn’t know what she would find there. She imagined that maybe he’d found somebody else to call beautiful. Or worse, say “I love you.” Mira was already crying by the time she opened his Gmail account. Lanre hadn’t closed out of it that morning. “Omg, he has a million emails!” She didn’t know how she would get through it all by the time Lanre got home from work. Mira decided to do a key word search. She typed in a bunch of suggestive nouns. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Mira was convinced Lanre was up to something and because she knew how smart her man was, she believed he may have created some ingenious code to lock her out from his secret life; a life that she felt did not include her. Mira then had a thought. She typed her name in the search box.
An email to Lanre’s best friend Toks came up. In the email, Lanre told Toks that he could not be himself with Mira. He told Toks that he wasn’t the same man he was five years ago when they married. He explained he made adjustments to his sexual proclivities because Mira was a virgin. He said at first his sex life had been interesting because he never “did a virgin before.” Now, the novelty had worn off and their sex life was boring and uneventful. While he still loved Mira, Lanre did not feel she could satisfy his needs. In the beginning it was enough for him. He had never loved anyone like he loved Mira, however, it felt like a huge part of him was being stifled because he didn’t think she could get into what he liked.
Mira couldn’t read anymore. She felt ashamed. She looked at the date of the email. It was written one year ago…today. She realized for a year she failed to satisfy her man. Her man didn’t want her for an entire year. When she and Lanre had sex he’d rather watch TV or watch paint dry because sex with her was that boring. It was so boring it practically put him to sleep. Mira was enraged. On one hand, she knew she’d been a bit of a prude because she hadn’t been exposed to things. But, she was mortified and angry with Lanre because he could’ve suggested something he liked. She might’ve tried it. Instead, she was left feeling unloved and un-beautiful for a year. Out of the corner of her eye, a folder got her attention. The folder was marked S|M. She clicked the folder and images over eight years old shocked her to the core. As she looked on, Mira’s shock began to turn to excitement, and then to something else…
7:28pm. Mira replayed the day’s events and her resolve returned. There was no way she was going out like that. Living with an unsatisfying marriage was not an option. 7:29pm. Mira fiddled with her lace corset. As the seconds wound down she finally heard it, Lanre’s key in the door. She stood up and adjusted the thigh high fishnets connected to her garter. The door opened and Lanre took a good look at Mira in all her glory. His eyes then locked on the object in Mira’s hand. Before he could get a word out, Mira cracked the whip she was holding and said, “Lanre, you’ve been a very bad boy.”
TO BE CONTINUED.
© 2012 by Dollf8ced