Repeatedly, I made furtive glances at my wrist watch as I tried to concentrate on what Mr. Olu, the executive board chairman , was saying but my mind was somewhere else on someone else. ‘See you same time same place’. His words snapped me out of my reverie as I realized the meeting was finally over.
I hurriedly made a dash to my office, picked up my car keys and informed the secretary that I was off to lunch. As she gave looked at me with pity, I’m sure she wondered at the way I rushed out for lunch every day. Doesn’t my wife give me breakfast, she had to think. In all fairness to my wife, I did have breakfast this morning. We even ate together. As I ran down the flight of stairs, I subconsciously straightened the creases on the seat of my trousers, though they were wrinkle free as usual- thanks to my wife. Now in my car, I checked myself in my rear view mirror to make sure my hair was in order.
That done, I hurriedly drove out of the parking lot like someone who had the devil at his heels. I had to hightail it out of the office at precisely this time because I didn’t want to miss any possible moment with her. She who made me think of possibilities, she who made me feel ten feet tall, she whose thoughts kept me awake even as my wife lay beside me asleep. On reaching the café, I saw that she was already there and I packed my car close to hers.
As I entered I saw her, the object of my thoughts, the centre of my universe sitting down. She looked so out of place, the one bright spot in the otherwise dour environment. She had a book in her hands and her organizer on the table- the epitome of a successful career woman. As always, I wondered what this beautiful lady saw in me. As I walked to where she sat, I glanced round the surroundings- a little run down place at the edge of town, people hardly came around. The food was passable but the people or lack of people there made meeting there just fine. That way, we wouldn’t run into people who knew us, we wouldn’t have to worry about being seen together.
As I reached for her hand when I got to the bench where she was sitting, the rings on the fourth finger on her left hand glinted as the rays of the sun filtering in from a nearby window fell on them. Yes she was married and so was I but the warmth of the dazzling smile she gave me I swear could cook an egg. So I refused to let any feelings of guilt get in the way of this limited time with her. We talked as we had the lunch we ordered for, eating but not tasting the food, savoring instead this time we had together, wishing time would stand still for a little while. Alas, it wasn’t to be so as our time together came to an end. Quickly, I paid the waitress and reached out to hold her hand as I wondered how I’d get through the rest of the day. ‘I’ll see you soon’, she said reading my mind in that unique way of hers. Little wonder why I risked everything and drove so far out of town to this place. She made coming here all so worthwhile. Common sense says I should curb this addiction I have with her but my ears are deaf to it. As we headed to our separate cars, I glanced around and saw the waitress looking at us pointedly her eyebrows narrowed disappointingly. ‘You are both married’ she seemed to say.
But I didn’t care. I was having an affair………………………………………..with my wife.