Checkmate
Lambe’s chuckle didn’t seem like it was ending any time soon as he laid facing the ceiling. His day had been fun-filled. ‘Oh, what a way to fight back’, he thought. On this day, he had planned to have lunch with his wife since they worked in the same neighbourhood but she wouldn’t arrive until thirty minutes of his break time was gone. As he waited, he busied himself with his order as slowly as he could. But out of nowhere, Nube showed up, walked elegantly like she was and settled right at his table. Lambe raised his head, surprised though but smiled instead. Few years back, the bond between both had been like Olumo Rock and no one could have thought that would melt just because of Nube’s unforgiving nature. Lambe knew she wasn’t a saint but when he realized how terrible she had lived her life, he lost control of his tongue. That was his own undoing. He was sorry but Nube was long gone, her decision couldn’t be reversed regardless of endless pleas. Two years later, she was hooked but for fourteen months.
‘Hello Mr’, she started.
‘Still single and searching?’, she taunted. Lambe remained mum and she continued. ‘That’s what happens when you have a tongue-problem. You can’t hold them down’, she taunted further.
Like an answered prayer, Bade, Lambe’s wife, walked in. He turned his head and couldn’t hide his joy. Of course, a lot of questions were running through her mind but she chose to ignore and focus on her guy alone. At the table, Lambe got up, held her close and wasted his strength on her lips. After they disentangled, Bade smiled and wore a questioning look but Lambe turned around instead, mouthed ‘checkmate!’ to Nube, held his wife and walked to another table.
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