Chapter 4: Secrets in the WhatsApp Group

A few days later, Morayo posted the new design in the WhatsApp group.

Message just drop for group. My data nearly finish, but I still open all the pictures, dey zoom.

Tunde rushed over to ask, “Our house really fits European style. The last design was perfect. You no like am?”

I just dey look am. E surprise me say after all my talk, e still dey push the same matter.

Suddenly, I just felt so hurt. After one year of marriage, this man still doesn’t know what I like.

Tears nearly drop. I just bone face, dey form hard woman.

Maybe he noticed my face, because he quickly changed his tune. “But modern style is good too. You’re the one at home most, so anything you want is fine.”

As e see my face don change, e quick do back-up, dey try form caring husband.

Just then, Tunde’s boss called, and he had to rush off, leaving his laptop open with the WhatsApp window still on the screen.

He rush comot, no lock screen. Na so temptation take enter—my eye go straight to chat.

I saw his chat with Morayo was still active.

I see message dey jump. I tell myself, "Just look small, no be bad thing."

Morayo: “So Amaka doesn’t like European style. Why did you write something else in the notes and make me work overtime to redo everything?”

She dey para, dey complain say she suffer because of me.

Tunde: “Thanks for the stress. Next time, I’ll treat you to dinner—any spot you want.”

See as dem dey arrange outing behind my back. My blood dey hot.

Morayo: “I just knew it. What a coincidence, her taste is exactly like mine.”

So na Morayo style dey show for my house design, not my own?

Tunde replied, dodging: “Yes, I never forget you like romantic European houses.”

E just dey talk anyhow, dey please am. My mind dey scatter.

Morayo sent a blushing emoji.

My body just dey pepper me. See as grown man dey do like pikin for chat.

She continued: “I think your wife is targeting me. She’s too picky and hard to please.”

She dey complain, make herself look like victim. My chest dey tight.

He replied: “Next time, I’ll come with you to discuss the plan. She listens to me, don’t worry.”

Na so. So na me be wahala for them?

As I press exit, I tell myself—this chapter of my life don close. Make dem run their own.