Next morning, when I awoke, I lay in a hospital bed, heavily sedated and barely able to recognize Festus and the kids. I lay idle, apparently unable to move, and my mind could not concentrate. When Festus kissed me, I was unable to respond.
For the next several days, I lay alone in my bed, without visitors except for the clinical psychologist who came several times a day and profiled me with endless questions to which I answered truthfully and without reservations.
Soon, the clinical psychologist. knew my complete story and he began to give me necessary psychological therapy. After just a week of treatment, the clinical psychologist had convinced me I wasn’t a cheap and common slut but a beautiful, intelligent and moral wife, mother and homemaker who made a mistake. I was sitting up in a chair and feeling well when I received my first visitor – Festus!
Soon, I saw my kids and we were a family. It was then that the visitors were advised to go as I needed my rest! My family’s visit had been good. I was comfortable with our meeting.
Another week passed and I was up, walking, enjoying the surrounding gardens and outdoors of the hospital as I felt better than I had in a long time. I met daily with the clinical psychologist now! My kids no longer came to see me. My husband had two conferences to Attend in Awka and Yenagoa and was unable to also come as regularly as he does!
So it was that we sat on one of the Airport seats in the hospital and the clinical psychologist started his usual range of questions and the talk began.
After a few moments, the mind doctor said, ‘You’re ready to go home but your problem isn’t resolved. Don’t you think that you should relieve your guilt by telling your husband all about that tryst and starting to rebuild your life from there?’
‘But, if I tell him, he’ll divorce me and I’ve lost him and my family forever.’ I answered.
‘Appears that you’ve already lost them to me.’ He replied.
I thought. ‘Sounds like you’re right. So, how do I go about telling him?’ I asked.
‘First, you tell him that you love him and that you’re sorry for what you’re about to tell him. Then, tell him! Leave out nothing. Tell him your feelings at the time and be truthful – he’ll know!’ The Clinical psychologist replied.
So it was that I sat on the same Airport seat, the next evening, waiting for Festus to come and pick me home, I made up my mind that I’d tell him exactly what had transpired on the day of the tryst – leaving out nothing, and begging his forgiveness. I cried in spite of my determination not to. I hated myself for what I’d done!
When we, got home, we had a mini celebration for my recovery.
The next day, as the kids left for school, and Festus was on leave from work, I decided to tell him exactly what I had done – leaving out nothing. I begged his forgiveness. I regretted my adulterous act. I was truly sorry for what I’d done! i made a strong volition never to give-in to such temptation. I’d never commit adultery against my husband and my marriage. I told him I have made a firm resolution never to repeat the same mistake..
Then, suddenly, it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from me. My mind functioned perfectly and life was again worth living. I sat motionless, waiting for Festus’ reaction.
Our eyes met and I saw the old adoration – that flicker of lust that had passed between us in olden times. It’d been months but it was back!
I returned the look and found it received with more adoration as I felt myself grow moist! .
About two hours later alone in our master bedroom, My eyes and mouth begged Festus to take me. I had never wanted him more than at that moment. But Festus said to me,”Doctor prescribed bed rest and lots of calm and serenity for you. Do you think it’s wise?’
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To be continued
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