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My Neighbor Chapter 3
Sunday 20
th November, 2016
Not recommended for readers under 17yrs
After the call from her husband ended, Kareema sat down staring blankly at
the TV screen opposite her. Usually, the news that her husband would be coming
home after such a long absence would have made her extremely happy.
She would have immediately started preparations such as cooking some of his favorite
dishes, taking extra care of her appearance so she would look good for him and
so on.
Now, it was not so. In fact, she dreaded his return. As it meant less time
spent with Bako, her lover. Since their affair began over two months before, Kareema
had grown more and more attached to him. It had reached a stage where she
wanted to be with him every single day. He was like an addiction, a drug she
could not do without.
His work made that impossible so they spent most weekends together when he
was less busy. To avoid prying eyes of neighbors, they often met at a discreet
guest house off Airport Road.
Last weekend, they had spent two days there and it had been wonderful. She
had only reluctantly returned home because of her daughter whom she had left in
the care of the maid Halima.
In the beginning, Kareema had felt pangs of guilt, at the affair with Bako.
But she had blamed it on Gaddafi, reasoning that if he had spent more time at
home with her like a family man should, she would not be going out with another
man.‘He neglected me all these years and he expected me to just remain like
that, like a log of wood in this house,’ she now stated, with a hiss. Glancing
at the clock, she saw it was nearly time for Badiyya to return from school. She
went to the kitchen to instruct the maid on the meal to prepare for her
daughter…
7 days later…
The ringing of her phone woke Kareema up from her nap. She picked it up and
seeing it was Bako calling, sat up. “Just wanted to hear your voice, how are
you doing today, babe?” he asked.
“Fine. Just missing you.” Since her husband’s return some days back, she had
not been able to meet up with Bako. She was not happy about it. But there was
nothing she could do about it; she simply had to endure it till Gaddafi
returned to his work offshore.
“Miss you too. Can we see today?”
“Much as I want to be with you, it’s not possible right now. Gaddafi,” she said
simply.
She could hear him sigh.
“How long is he staying this time?”
“Three weeks,” she said.
“So long!” he exclaimed. “I’m not sure I can wait that long to see you.”
She laughed.
“You make it seem like a year. It’s just a few weeks.”
“Let’s do it this way. How about I close early on Monday and we meet up at
our usual place? You can always find an excuse for leaving home,” he suggested.
“I’ll think about it,” said Kareema.
They chatted for a while longer before she hung up.
“Who were you talking with for so long?” her husband asked as he came into
the room.
She looked up quickly at him.
“It’s Ismail.”
“Oh.” He opened the wardrobe and brought out a sky blue colored Kaftan regalia.
“I’m wearing this to Mosque tomorrow. Tell Halima to get it ironed now that
there’s light,” he said, throwing the outfit on the bed. She got up from the
bed and picked up the clothes.
“I’ll do it. The fabric is delicate; she might burn it. You know how
careless she can be.”
“Thanks darling. You’re such a caring wife,” he praised her, giving her a quick
hug as she left the bedroom.
Kareema arrived the guest house shortly after seven o’clock. She noticed Bako’s
car in the courtyard and smiled as she walked towards the entrance.
He opened the door at the first knock.
“You surely took your time getting here. I’ve been waiting nearly an hour,”
he grumbled.
“Sorry, love. It was Gaddafi. I had to prepare his dinner before leaving.
I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart.” He drew her to the bed and she fell on
him.
“You better do. To make up for all the days you stayed away from me.”
He unzipped her blouse and slipping it off her shoulders buried his face in
her chest.
“Hmm! You smell so good. I feel like ‘eating’ you up!”
“What are you waiting for then?” she asked, lifting his face up to hers, her
mouth seeking his as he began to undress her.
His hot mouth trailed kisses from her chest to her belly, his tongue
circling her navel, making her squirm in ecstasy.
She gasped as he moved lower, her hand holding his head tightly to her, his
movements making her body come alive in intense arousal…
What next for Kareema?
The story continues…
The story continues insha Allah on Saturday 23rd November
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