Chapter 2 Bad times goes good

Blood! One thing he doesn’t like setting his eyes on, but seeing Mariama’s own was no big deal. He liked the sound of her head landing on the edge of the table, and her blood spilling off her stubborn head and turning the white floor red, but what he doesn’t find funny is her body going mute like that of a dead corpse. He walked towards her and went down on his knees to examine her closely. She is breathing, but she is unconscious. He turned to the door and saw Lizabeth stand by the door, watching him. On a normal day, he will yell at her and demand she take off from his room, but this time, he knew she will either serve as helping hand in masking his crime, or as a witness in court testifying against him. “Don’t stand there, can’t you see she is unconscious.” He yelled. Lizabeth walked into the room and made to Mariama who was lying limp on the floor. “Stay away from her.” Said Lizabeth. “I can revive her if only she is still alive.” Oscar wanted to uttered a word, but he swallowed his words and walked away from her to spare her the space to do whatever she thinks she can do. “She only wanted a blissful night with you.” Lizabeth sounded emotional. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she tried reviving Mariama. “Look how you paid her love off.” Oscar turned, his eyes red with rage, but not even his rage could kill a fly when he knows well enough that he is in trouble. The maid, Lizabeth is a big threat here, and he must respect the threat else he will end up behind bars. “But you said you can revive her.” He sat on the bed. “Why not do it already and stop spilling shit.” Lizabeth continued skillfully, till Mariama coughed. She turned to Oscar with an urgent. She knows what could have been the end product the whole madness if Oscar called the ambulance to come pick his woman from the floor and assign her to a hospital. “I need your help.” She stood up. “I need you to take her to her room and keep her company till she wakes.” Oscar frowned. “That will be over my dead body.” “You have to do that, sir.” Lizabeth was ready to challenge him. “You must stay by her side. She is your legally wedded wife.” Oscar scuffed and took one of the gift packs on the floor. He unwrapped it and fished the bottle of Martel out of it. She really bought her something super nice. “Nice drink.” He muttered inwardly. “Nice one.” “I am talking to you, sir, you have to help me take her to her room and sit next to her till she wakes.” Lizabeth repeated, hearth broken with Oscar’s non-challant attitude towards his wife. “You revived her on the floor, and you need me to carry her and take her to what room.” He fished a stick of cigar out of her pocket and slipped it in between his lips. “I can’t stoop so low.” He muttered. “I can’t touch her filthy skin. She can go on and wake when she finds it funny enough to wake.” Mariama’s eyes opened gently. She looked at Lizabeth who was demanding Oscar do the right thing. Lizabeth looked at her and blinked. She had not really done anything in reviving Mariama. She only noticed that she was lying still in shock, not in death or gross unconsciousness. “I heard it all, Oscar.” Mariama sat up, ruining Lizabeth’s game of getting Oscar to carrying Mariama and taking her to a Mariama’s room where of course they might be chanced to make out and make up. Oscar spurned around. He still has a wicked smile on his face, not minding what Mariama was set to spill right in front of him. She managed to rise to her feet, and wiped the blood on her head, which was threading down her face, then, she wore the meanest look she ever had in resolve, a look no one in the room has ever seen on her even in her worst moments so far. “What is that ugly look for?” Oscar asked. He opened the Martel and sipped from the bottle, but didn’t take much from it, but he had enough for a juicy mouth. “You were never a fine thing from the first day. I regret having a shit hole like you in my life.” Oscar dropped the bottle and took a deep breath. Mariama and Lizabeth were staring at him in silence like two sister lizards, waiting for him to finish his piece. “Thanks for the Martel.” He scooted closer to Mariama. “That’s the only good thing you ever brought to the table.” He snapped his fingers and strutted past Mariama, but she held his hand and drew him back to the room. There was rage in her eyes, a rage no one in the room has seen before, and a boldness that gave him second thoughts. “What the fuck?” he queried. “You offered that paper.” Mariama pointed at the paper on the desk with the tip of her jaw. “I am ready to sign it, but not without making demands.” Oscar smiled. Maybe she had gotten some brains from fallen, but she didn’t get some brains from getting pushed off, rather, the push and her head landing on the edge of the table woke her from her greatest problem, amnesia. Her head landing on the desk reminded her of who she was. The heir to the biggest night company in town and many other businesses. She looked herself from hands to toes and smiled. She can’t believe she is the one dressing all sexy and smooth all to have a bitter man reason properly like is human. “That’s no big deal, sign it and leave my life.” Oscar snapped. He is without remorse, and his biggest obsession was somewhere waiting to be graced by his smile and kissed by his lips. Mariama smiled wickedly and scooted towards him, brave and mean, as though she will snap his neck and squeeze life out of his body. He stood still to face her off if she comes for a fight. “Thanks for helping me regain what I lost so far, but trust me, Oscar, I will make life hell for you. If you want divorce, then get ready for my terms.” She turned away and made to the paper on the desk. At this point, Lizabeth who thought she could have done something to keep the marriage from breaking reached out to her to stop her from signing the paper, but remembering that it is a big win for Mariama to accept her fate and face her fear, she held back. Mariama took the pen on the desk and signed the divorce paper. She returned to Oscar with it and tossed it at him. She has done what he wants, but he seemed not to be satisfied with the outcome of the night’s ugly game. “You’ve been the bad guy all the while.” She breathed in his face. “It’s time to witness the wrath of jezebel.”