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I signalled the waiter to bring me another glass of whiskey. The football match I was
watching wasn't as exciting as I had hoped. The teams that were playing were
not exactly the strongest but it was either that or staying at home to listen
to my wife nag about this or that. That was when I saw her. Samira, the girl I
had the longest crush on. She was just as pretty as I last saw her in
university. Her long hair was flowing on her back as usual. When I saw Samira's
mother I knew where she got all her looks from. She was with two other ladies,
coming from the VIP part of the pub. I waved at her and she smiled when she saw
me. She whispered something to her friends and walked to me.
"Peter,
I haven't seen you in forever." Samira said joining me at my table. I
nodded and asked how she was doing. She was still witty. I really liked that
about her. After some small talk she informed me that it was one of her friends’
birthday and they came to chill out a bit. She made me think about my own
social life. Well,if watching football matches in pubs counted then at least I
had one but unfortunately I had a curfew. 10pm and Afua would call me. Samira
made me envy her more when she told me about their plans for later that
evening. She was clearly living a fun life. She froze all of a sudden and
looked at my wedding band. She congratulated me and I managed to smile. There
was a time I would smile much broader when someone congratulated me but now
with the baby, things were very different. Afua barely noticed me. All her
attention was on our baby but who was I to complain? After all, she was the one
taking care of the baby most of the time so I had no opinion even in my own
house.
Samira
invited me to join her on their chilling spree. I was extremely surprised she
asked. To be honest it seemed like she was flirting with me. I was unsure
because all the years I had known her she never showed much interest in me. Hey
who knows maybe she preferred married men. Her interest made me very excited.
There was no way I was going to refuse. She made all 4 of us leave in her car.
She insisted on me leaving mine behind. "It'll be more fun if we are all
together." She said and winked at me. I almost believed the whisky was
making this all up. When I saw Samira's Land Cruiser I realized life was good
for her. She drove just as crazy as her personality. My wife was a fast driver
but Samira was on a different level. Her friends seemed just as wild because I
was the only one clinging to my seat belt. We arrived at a huge mansion. Was this
her house? I remember her parents’ house from back in the day. It wasn't half
as big as this. She seemed to read my mind when she said, "This is a
friend of mine's place. He's out of town for a while so he said we could use
it." I nodded.
The
interior of the house was like one of those fancy homes you see in decor
magazines. Samira turned on some music and they did some dancing. The birthday
girl called a couple of friends and asked them to come over. In less than 30
minutes there were about 9 more people in the house. There was music and drinks
all around and a tennis Wii game going on. In the midst of all the fun I
noticed my curfew was drawing near. Why couldn't Afua organize little parties
like this once in a while? Just when I spotted Samira and was going to tell her
my plans to leave she grabbed my hand and said she wanted to show me something.
I walked with her to the back of the house. There was a beautiful pool there.
"How about a swim?' She offered. "What, like now?" I asked. She
laughed and nodded. Before I could say anything she took off her dress. The
Lord knows all sorts of things rushed through my head. She got into the water
and asked me to join her. I fought hard to refuse. Half of my mind was focused
on Samira in her underwear floating in the water and the other half was on my
wife and our daughter. "I have to leave." I managed to say. Samira's
face dropped. "Is it because you are married? Why shouldn't married people
have fun huh?" She asked. I wasn't sure what to say.
I sat
down by the pool with my trousers folded up and my legs in the water. I just
watched Samira swim, extremely considering joining her. I knew I couldn't
resist her for too long. "You know that ring you are wearing is like a
prison." Samira said. I shrugged. "That's why I'm free." She
said giving a backstroke. "When you find the right guy you'll think
differently." I said. She stopped and turned to look at me. "I don't
think so. I don't see what marriage or love can give me that I can't
have." She added. I thought about Afua immediately she said that. I tried
to list the things she added to my life. The list was so long I smiled. Afua
was the right person for me. I mean I was here in a place I would have died to
be in some years ago, thinking about my wife. Samira asked why I was smiling. I
told her and she got a bit upset.
Samira
got out of the pool and grabbed a towel. She wore some clothes and without
saying anything grabbed her car keys to drop me off. On my way back still in
silence, Afua called. I expected to hear 'where are you' but instead she said
our daughter said daddy. I laughed as we made fun of our little girl over the
phone. When I remembered where I was quickly wrapped up
the call. "It's worth it huh?" Samira asked. She was driving much
slower. I nodded. I really didn't want to go talk much about how much I loved
my family. "But you looked so miserable at the bar. Married people look
all sad but they always go back to their wives." She said. Her tone had
changed. "Loving someone doesn't mean you won't have problems with them.
It just means you'll always be there for each other. I guess that's one
beautiful thing about it." I said. She turned to me and smiled. When we
got to my car she dropped me off and waved as she left without saying another
word.
When I
got home the first thing I did was look for Afua and gave her a deep kiss. She
smiled and asked what we were celebrating. "My baby called me daddy. It's
official, I'm her daddy." I said. She laughed and held her mouth to muffle
the sound in order not to wake the baby up.
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