Cacophonous Melody Episode 43
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👫 Cacophonous Melody Episode Forty Three: 💞
When Bruce got home that night, his wife had already made dinner, and he was so fast about taking a refreshing shower before he returned to the dining table to join her.
While they ate, he told her about how his day went, carefully chose to keep things that would make her get really emotional till after their dinner.
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“Are you being serious with me now? A man was pants down with another woman, his best friend’s ex, while his family and his wife’s family members waited for him on his wedding day?” Tracy asked in surprise.
“You’re mistaken my love. I am not Drake’s best friend. And I’m surprised that Drake knew before you that I’m not longer his friend, how much more his best friend.
“You know better than anyone that Samantha means nothing to me. But for Drake to so easily abandon the woman he has always known in the manner he’s done it, I very well can’t call him a friend any more because we no longer share common beliefs and way of life” Bruce told his wife, a frown on his face.
“Erm that’s not so correct honey. There’s no love lost between Drake and I, that you know.
“But if you act so rashly now, it will send a wrong message, making it seem like you’re offended that he’s with Samantha
“Please do not cut ties with him for now. Just let things be for now, and I’m sure everything will take it’s natural course in due time” Tracy advised her husband, while they sat in the sitting room.
They talked for a really long while, arguing and agreeing, comparing situations and making jokes, before they found themselves engrossed in each other’s arms, looking into each other’s eyes, as though they were but a new couple.
Bruce had been convinced to ensure that whatever was going on between Drake and Samantha wasn’t the reason she’d severe his relationship with Drake.
But with that said, he was seeing the need to cement another relationship; the one with the only woman he loves, and the one, in whose eyes, he could see his happiness.
As the intensity grew between them, a potent magnetism emanated, drawing them closer with an inevitable force.
In that heated moment, the air practically crackled with unbridled passion. Bruce’s strong, yet tender hands found their way delicately to her cheeks, pulling her in, their eyes locked with an electrifying connection that sent a shiver down Tracy’s spine.
Finally, their lips collided in a fiery union, a fusion of desire and yearning that set their souls ablaze, a spectator would have imagined that Bruce was kissing her for the first time.
Their mouths danced urgently, tongues expertly intertwining, exploring each other’s secrets with insatiable fervor.
“I did myself so much favour to have built my woman this much!” Bruce told himself, as the right amount adrenaline began to make it’s way to appropriate quarters, and causing the bulge to grow right where it was needed.
Time stood still as heat radiated, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, consumed by an unyielding hungerthat never seemed to want, no matter how much of each other they have had.
Every touch, every breath exchanged between them only fueled their insatiable craving for more, intensifying the mosaic of sensations coursing through their veins.
In that intoxicating, lingering moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the pure, unadulterated heat of their passion, entwining their fates in a blissful embrace.
“Oh baby, I need you so bãd” Bruce muttered in a really husky tone as it could be, when he heard her beg him to love her.
He began to tug at her shorts, and was just about to make an entrance when the doorbell chimed.
The two love birds froze in their paths, with Bruce scrunching up his face in a frown.
“Who could that be at this time of the night?” Miguel asked nobody in particular.
And just as if she heard her son ask who it was, Mrs. Ikenga screamed his son’s name as she hit the doorbell switch again.
Tracy and her husband looked at each other in shock, as they recognized the voice from the other side of the door.
“What’s my mother doing here by this time of the night?” Bruce panicked and swung the door open at once, afraid that something was terribly wrong
“What brings you here at this time of the night mama?” Bruce asked his mother in confusion, wondering why she was just standing at the door without moving.
He followed her line of sight and realized that she was looking at the bulge in the short briefs he was able to put on before he rushed to the door, and he nearly passed out in embarrassment.
“Come in mother, I was…” Bruce stuttered in shame, but his mother helped him complete the sentence.
“You were with the witch right over there! Say no more Bruce, I have eyes, and I can see that you were almost consumed by the serpent before I got here.
“But not to worry son, I came prepared, because I had been reliably informed of the presence of this witch here, before I came” Mrs. Ikenga told her son, and pushed past him to get inside.
“Mama, I hope for everyone’s sake that the one you’re calling a serpent isn’t the woman I fought the living and the dead to marry?
“Mama, I hope you were not referring to my wife when you called someone a wïtch?” Bruce shrieked, the moment he realized that his mother wasn’t going to give peace a chance.
He had always known that his mother was gong to be dramatic when she found out about Tracy, but never did he imagine that she was going to be that hard on them.
“Bruce, please let me know what you’ll do because if this low class, crude and demôn possessed girl is who you’re calling wife, then we are undoubtedly talking about the same person!” his mother snorted, making tears begin to flow freely from Tracy’s eyes.
Bruce opened his mouth to speak, but Tracy was already talking in a very shaky and pain laden voice.
“Mama, I understand that you feel concerned about what happened when my husband…” she was saying, when Mrs. Ikenga cut her short with a scream.
“May thunder destroy those lips with which you called me mama. Who is your mama?
“May the gods consume you and your coven of witches for calling my son your husband” Mrs Ikenga screamed on top of her lungs, lurching towards Tracy.
“Erm okay, that’s it mama. You have overstayed your welcome.
“Yes mama. You have certainly been in my house longer than you should be, which is obviously why you do not remember that a visitor doesn’t go assaulting someone in her own house
“You have to leave now” Bruce snapped angrily, pulling his wife behind him.
His veins throbbed on his forehead, and his fingers balled in a fist, in obvious ãnger as he stood defiantly in front of his mother.
Mrs. Ikenga froze suddenly, and tried to look at her son again.
“Did you just speak to me?” Mrs. Ikenga asked her son in askance.
“Yes mama, you are leaving my house this moment because you apparently shouldn’t be under same roof with a wïtch” Bruce screàmed in uncontrollable ãnger.
“No no no honey, you can’t do that!” Tracy shouted, pulling her husband’s arm to call his attention.
“Oh please stop pretending. Isn’t this what you want? Are you telling me that your first assignment in my son’s life is different from pulling him away from the humans that can save him from your witchcraft” Mrs Ikenga flared.
“Sweetheart, whether you like it or not, one thing that won’t happen is for you to pass a night under same roof with my mother
Not today, not any time soon” Bruce told his wife matter-of-factly.
“And if I am going to remain your wife, then mama isn’t leaving this house this night” Tracy replied, wiping the tears on her face, as she continued to imagine how things will never be okay between her and her mother in-law, if she allowed her husband do what he was trying to do.
“Well, that’s fine” Bruce said, then pulled her with him into their bedroom, where he quickly got into a casual outfit, picked up his car key and began to make his way out of the house, pulling her with him.
His mother was so flabbergasted at the version of Bruce she was seeing, and could only watch as he pulled his wife out of the house, got into his car, and drove off.
TO Be Continued
