I brought my tools. A mixture of poison and sugar as well as my savage mind. If he dares to escape, I swear he’ll have no where to run at sea with a stab wound. Yes! bread knives are everywhere. I might really not result to such brutality but who would blame me. I saw the text messages, the meet and greet boxes, an envelope of her underwear all in the name of company tithes. How could a whole man I’ve devoted my life to act all immature? What has polygamy to offer than sex and more offsprings?
“Darling”, he dared to peck me at the front car seat. “We are here.”
I turned the other cheek, hoping he’ll understand my moods but Brian ignored me. Can’t a faint smile be interpreted by men?
“The beach is wonderful”, he continued, standing at akimbo with the pair of crocs I bought him. Speaking of crocs, I really hoped we would see a saltwater crocodile on this resort. Well, we might not, they surely are on vacation at the Nile.
“Come on babe! This was your idea”, I heard his sonorous voice.
“Sure”, I spoke to my conscience. “A simple tea would save me the mess of having to drag a body down to the shore.”
“Good point”, he briefly skipped. “I think we’ll need coffee.”
“You read my mind”, I skipped as well.
The fake charade would be over soon. But how could he be so naive? The envelope was plainly on the kitchen desk for all to see. Was it a test? Did he even realise I would come home that day drunk and mad.
“I am two months pregnant with your son, Brian. How could you…”
“Zoë”, he dropped the cups onto the floor. “You are pregnant?”
I immediately feigned ignorance for a minute. He would call again and I must come up with a very good lie. Brian can be so inquisitive, he already had that troubled look on his face.
“Zoë”, he yelled again. But I turned and urged that we take tea first while I do the story telling. Hopefully.
“Good. Tea!”, he walked away leaving me to pick the cups from the beach sand.
“Don’t be like this babe”, I sighed yet he stood indifferent. His entire self was folded on that raffia chair like a big sulking baby.
I immediately rushed into the house with our bags still outside hoping I get to do my magic on the coffee, but he then yelled at me. “I like it black! No cream! No sugar!”
“To hell”, I halted. “Not even a little sugar babe.”
“No”, he shouted.
This then led me to phase two. The sugar plan has already been nullified by my mind but another perfect scenario would be when I break a vase and scream for his help. It would be a simple hit-and-run thing.
“You know what?”, I saw him at the door in an instant. “Why don’t you start talking while you make the coffee?”
“Uhmm….Brian, it’s really not big of a deal. I wanted to surprise you that was why I book this resort”, my hand squeezed part of my garments.
Damn! This man could smell a lie with that dumb move.
“Your hands?”, he kissed his teeth. “You just can’t stop lying, can you?”
“No, I can’t”, my eyes started to swell with tears. “I saw the envelope Brian. Yes, I saw the meet and greet boxes, Amara saying last night was fun.”
“Oh Zoë”, he smacked his head hard. I could understand from his steady expressions that I was the bad and untrusted wife. It would be a fatal blow on my side if I really pictured this all wrong.
“It was her play on us babe”, he attempted to touch my face. I should have resisted but I didn’t. He still remained the love of my life, well…a little.
However, a strange noise abruptly got us stuttering. It really was a man’s voice but Brian called out to a woman.
“Miss Margo”, he said. “Miss Margo…is that you?”
“You should have killed him when you had the chance”, a hand lingered on my shoulders.
I sharply revolved around the room. I’m not a keen fan of horror movies and although I planned the murder well, I never knew blood would get my husband off his feet.
“Babe”, I ran to him. His head was a bit shaken, conversely so was my view of the blood that flowed from the room.
“Brian! Brian! Bl…ood”, I gave way for him to regain from the fall. His eyes were as wide as mine.
“Zoë! We’ve gotta get out of here”, he suddenly replied.
Never had I nodded so quickly in my entire life. Whatever that was, our car was out only way out. I shouldn’t have mentioned it, not in the slightest.
Brian jumped four steps at a time, still the man with a scruffy beard found an opening through my car seat.
“See you suckers!”, he sped off into the sunset. I almost yelled “thief” but who was around, the annoying waves and a cold wind.
“What just happened?”, Brian knelt on the beach sand. His back was all evidence to the crime as it was a white shirt soaked with Miss Margo’s blood. I saw a resort yet he knew her name.
“How did you know the dead woman inside Brian?”, I walked down the stairs carefully.
“What?”, he twirled at me. “What are you talking about? I don’t know any dead woman. Our car has just been stolen.”
“Don’t lie to me, Brian”, I pulled out a bread knife from my back pocket. It was the final phase of my murder schedule but he had so much red flags on him. For all I know, he could have connived with the tall thief.
“Who did you plan to murder next? Me?”, I moved closer.
“Wait babe!” He gently calculated his next moves. “It’s not what you think.”
“Now’s your chance”, the strange hand again fell on my shoulders.
I looked behind me, with my heart in my mouth but Brian quickly speared me to the ground, aiming to take the blade from my right hand.
“You are not sane Zoë”, he pressed against my thumb.
“Get off! You murderer”, I kicked him below yet he still held down along with the excruciating pain.
“Get off!”, I kicked again and this time he fell beside me, his veins now displaying vividly on his forehead.
“Babe! That’s enough”, he held his pelvic girdle. “I swear… I didn’t…”
“Liar”, a strange woman took the knife from me and stabbed him right in his heart. “Your blood belongs to the sea.”
“Brian!”, I shrieked but there we were as I woke up in the car sweating profusely.
My husband was by my side as he had the wireless turned on. He couldn’t seem to find his balance for my scream halted us in the middle of St.George’s Lane.
“Watch where you’re going, stupid”, an angry man in a truck yelled from behind us.
“Are we at the beach yet?”, I held his white shirt hoping to find a drop of blood.
“No! No Zoë!” He took his hand off the steering wheel. “Are you okay?”
“Sure”, I immediately returned to my seat. “Brian, you’re quitting that job tomorrow.”
“Why?” His jaws were agape.
“Don’t why me”, I yelled. “That Amara is not having you collecting underwear envelopes. I won’t stand for that. Not anymore.”
“Oh-okay”, he quietly adjusted his seatbelts. That element of truth was in his eyes. Rather than a peck, he steadily reached for my lower lip.
“I love you babe” he said with a smirk. “Even though you know Amara ain’t as beautiful as you.”
“Damn well, I know”, my eyes reached for the side mirror. “And I saw the meet and greet boxes too.”
“Oh really?” Brian held his cold laugh in.
“Yeah” I sized him up.
This handsome boy belongs to me and of course, I’m still pregnant for him. Still haven’t said a word yet.
“To the beach” he started the car but with a strong bark, I vehemently resisted.
“No waters from now on. Not in our next life babe.”
“What? We already booked”, he murmured.
“Well…. I’m afraid of the sea. It’s a popular kind of phobia these days”, I backfired.
“Really?” He reversed the Porsche like a gentleman.
Yeah”, I squeezed my hands at my garments. “It’s a real thing.”
