My Husband And I pt 11 (Must Read) Enjoy.........

Tony winced a little, he felt like easing himself, he had
pressed the beeper for more than twenty times now but
Lara is yet to show up.
He wondered if she was trying to punish him, because on a
normal day, she’d have cleaned him up and served him his
food..
He pressed the beeper five more times but she didn’t come.
He decided to help himself into the wheel-chair standing by
his bed side. He pushed himself towards the bed’s edge, he
took hold of the wheel chair and attempted to hop in. He lost
his balance and almost toppled over…
“Hey! What are doing?”
It was Lara, he didn’t look back, he wasn’t sure if the scowl
he saw yesterday was still there.
“Errrm…” he tried to speak as she balanced him on the
wheel.
“Morning to you Tony…” she wheeeled him towards the Loo.
“I was answering a call when I heard the beeper…”
“Here…steady…sorry…easy…” were her words a she helped
him into the the bath tub.
“I’l be back in a jiffy” Lara said looking away, she could bear
to see him unclad.
Tony smiled, she’s too shy he thought.
“I want you to stay…” he smiled revealing his teeth.
“No thank you.” lara left the bathroom.
.......
“hmn Deji na wa for you ooo, that’s how you are ehn? Deji
what’s there in life that you should forget me na!” Lara
queried.
“Nooo, bestie, its not like that na!” Deji laughed as she
sipped her glass of juice.
“Eh is like what? Tell me! Deji toh bad!” Lara laughed again
flopping beside her friend.
“Girlie, yan me, I heard Tony is sick?” Deji began to say in a
mocking tone.
“yes, he’s been ill.” Lara said carefully.
“I heard the only snake in his forest is dead?” Deji asked
again.
“Now Deji, don’t start! That’s so cruel…”
“So cruel?” Deji mimicked her.
“You don’t know how happy I was when I heard the news! I
danced ehn!” she looked excited.
“Deji!” Lara gave her a reprimanding look.
“What? Isn’t it worth celebration?” Deji laughed
“This isn’t fuuny” Lara frowned.
“You’re happy at the misfortune that has befallen my
marriage?”
“Which misfortune? When that man was fraternizing with all
the women in town, isn’t that a misfortune!” Deji made a
face.
“Deji please!” Lara looked offended.
Just then the beeper made a shrill sound.
“Excuse me bestie, Tony needs me now!” she got to her feet
in a hurry.
“come o!” Deji held her dress.
“so you don turn dog wey na beeper dem dey use call you
shey?”
the shrill sound came again, louder this time.
Lara pushed her friend’s hands away, rushing towards
Tony’s room.
Deji watched go, she clapped her hands in gossip fashion.
She quickly tip-toed after her friend.
“I’m just tired of being in here, can you take me outside
please?” Tony pleaded peering at Lara.
Lara wished she wouldn’t take him outside, she feared
Deji’s razor tongue.
“Lara? Anything wrong?” Tony patted her arm.
“Errrm, yea…no ” Lara helped him into the wheel chair.
“okay…” Tony smiled as she wheeled him out of the room.
They were at the hall way when they met Deji’s mocking
gaze.
“Good afternoon o, Mr Tony!” Deji made sure her voice was
loud and clear.
“Af’noon Deji, its been a long time.” Tony smiled.
“Yes o! I heard about your illness…errm…I mean the
paralysis of your legs and ….and…..your…” Deji replied a
mischievously smile playing on her lips.
Tony didn’t miss the message she was trying to pass
across to him.
“lets go!” Lara whispered as she wheeled him out trhought
the back door.
“I’m sorry about Deji’s attitude…” she apologised as she
balanced him on the grass in the mini-garden.
He simply nodded.
“You need a snack or something?”
“No, I’m okay.” he was reading some invisible things on his
palm.
“you don’t need anythin, anything atall?” Lara searched his
eyes.
“Yes, you can go now, your friend is waiting.” he waved her
off.
“Okay!” She sighed walking on the balls of her feet out of
the garden.
“welcome back! Iya Tony!” Deji quipped as her friend
walked in..
“Seriously what you did Deji was really bad! Do you have to
remind him of his problems?” Lara feigned anger.
“Atleast he got the message!” Deji bit into her meatpie.
“Deji…do you know you are too bad?” Lara squeezed beside
her.
“Oh yea! You need not remind me! Anyways, we’ve gotta
enjoy our lives o.” she quipped and they laughed in unision
Lara combed her hair and oiled it properly. She had earlier
on called her hair stylist that she’d be coming that morning.
She wondered what hair style she’ll plait, she loosed shuku
yeterday, maybe this week she’d use two-step or sade…
“Lara?” Tony called out interrupting her thoughts.
She rolled he eyes
“oooooh, pesin won’t rest again ni?” she hissed.
“Lara….”
she hissed again, she was beginning to get sick and tired of
Tony.
“Always Lara,Lara,Lara…na wetin sef!” she frowned.
“Lara are you there?” Tony called out again.
“Ooooh, free me jor!” she whispered.
“Yes? I’m coming!” she put in a lot of effort for her voice to
become polite.
“Here am I.” she forced a smile.
“I can see…just wanted you around me.” he was smiling
too.
See this one o! When did that one start? Lara thought.
“are you going out?” he asked.
“Erm, yes, I’m going to make my hair.” she explained
“Hmmm, I’d be alone then…” he said in despair.
“Well, I need to go now.” she started walking away.
“Okay.” he sighed.
He was sure going to miss her.
....
Tony looked from Funke his mother in-law to his parents, he
wished Lara was at home; maybe she might defend him
some how…
“Thank God your wife is out, so we can discuss properly.”
Ifiora began to say.
“Yes, her absence is very essential.” Funke chirped in, she
personally thanked God Lara was absent, she couldn’t bear
those looks on her face.
“Errrm..Tony, what has your wife got to say about your
illness?” Ifiora asked.
Tony looked away, what does he want him to say…
“Tony, your father just asked you a question.” Amara said
impatiently
“Nothing.” Tony replied.
“What do you mean by nothing?” Funke asked eyeing him.
“I think she should be in the best positin to answer that.” he
frowned. He had never had an atom of respect for his
mother in-law.
“Tony, you’l be travelling out of the country next two weeks
for your treatment…”
“I know that already.” Tony cut his father short. He
wondered why they all gathered a meeting without informing
him earlier.
“Good! What matters now is Lara, we can’t keep her like
this, she has a future.” Ifiora ignored his son’s rudeness.
“What’s your point?” Tony asked grithing his teeth, he was
losing his temper.
“The point is you should divorce Lara, you fool!” Amara shot
at him.
Tony held her cold gaze for a while, he wondered when he
and his beloved mother became enemies.
“I can’t divorce her!” he spat out.
“Why?” Funke sneered
“She is my wife, and I love her, our marriage is sealed.
Gerrit!” He glared at Funke.
“listen to me Tony! Love or no love, seal or no seal, you
must divorce lara! You can’t saddle her with your disability!
How far do you think she can cope?!” Amara said
menacingly.
“That’s none of your business! I wonder if anyone has ever
asked you to divorce your husband!” Tony shot at her.
“You dare talk to me that way?” Amara made to slap him but
for the timely intervention of her husband.
“No darling, you can’t do that, look at his condition” Ifiora
forced his wife back into her seat.
“We’re here to rule out some case, not to fight. Tony, Lara’s
mum came to us, she wants you to divorce her daughter…”
Ifiora gestured towards Funke.
“Yes o! Be ni! You must to divorce my daughter o! My
daughter can’t marry an impotent man o! Lai lai!” Funke
started to rant.
Amara exchanged looks with her husband.
“I meant it o! Its me Funke that talk it! I need grand children,
and they don’t fall from heaven shey you know that! A man
must to perform ni, and when you can’t perform, we’ll look
elsewhere.” Funke’s body shook as she ranted, her gold
bangles making chiping sounds.
Tony bit his lower lips. Life could be cruel sometimes.
“that’s so rude! We are not quarelling here!” Amara tried to
pacify Funke.
“Robb ke! Mentholatum ni! The quarell has just begun niye
o! Tell your impotent son to divorce my daughter o!” Funke
turned to face Amara agressively.
“Please calm down.” Ifiora told her.
“See who is talking! Like father like son! Who knows maybe
you too is an impotenti?…”
“You don’t dare insult my husband!” Amara shot back at
her.
“How can you become this lousy? Is it how you yoruba’s
behave?”
“Behave ke! You will soon see behaviour! Let me go and tell
her fathers people that’s when you’ll see the real Yoruba
behaviour.
Oshi!” Funke yelled at her before stamping out the room.
Amara gaped at her. People change so easily, could this be
the same woman whom they lavished so much money on?