I drive a company vehicle so everyone calls me by my company’s name. One morning, this couple came to knock on my door asking for prices and the cost of installations. I was patient with them. I explained every detail to them. The wife was very vocal. She wanted to know the nuances. She asked about the warranty, she asked all the questions her husband didn’t care to ask. I took my time with them. In the end, they were grateful. When they had to take my number, the man suggested that the woman should take it since she was always home.

She called a week later to ask me to come over to see their place. I went there. Her husband wasn’t in the house. She followed me at every corner and turn. I understood her intentions. She didn’t know me that much to trust I won’t steal from them. After the measurements were taken, she asked me to sit for a drink and discuss discount. We did. She was friendly and calm. I liked her and wished all customers were like her.

I supplied and installed the whole thing in one month. All through my working activities there, she was with me. When I worked overtime to beat deadlines, she offered food and drinks. My other colleague called her mom. She didn’t want to be called mom. “Call me Franka,” she said.

“Madam Franka..”

“No, I’m not madam. Just Franka. Don’t make me older than I already am.”

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After the work, we became friends. She called when something wasn’t going well. She called when she needed something to be fixed again. One evening, I met her at a party. She was there with friends but her husband wasn’t around. We talked. She introduced me to her friends as if we had been friends forever. We hung out until the party was over. Before we parted she told me, “Come around sometimes. I have other people who need your service.”

I went there the first time but she didn’t say anything about anyone needing my service. We talked about personal stories until we realized we were talking about deep stuff. Before I left, she asked me to come around often as she enjoyed my company. The next time I was there, we got very close to kissing each other. I was the one who pulled away because I was scared of the consequences.

In the evening, we had a chat on the phone. I expressed my fears but she was blunt that her husband wasn’t a problem. She told me, “He doesn’t even live with me. He comes here and goes whenever he wants and it’s not often.”

I was still scared to take what belonged to another man. The more I tried to pull away the more she pushed towards me. She called at dawn and asked me to sneak in, I didn’t. She called at night and asked to come around, I gave her excuses. She asked, “Is it because I’m married? Do you know what my husband has been doing behind my back? He even has a daughter with another woman.”

The next time I saw her was at my place. Fences were broken. We did what she wanted us to do. It didn’t stop there. Whenever she felt like doing it with me, she called. It happened at her place sometimes but at my place often.

A month or so later, after a heavy round, she told me she was pregnant. I shivered in my spin but she giggled. She said, “No, it’s not you. I was pregnant even before we did it the first time. The man responsible is out of town. I’m keeping this for him.”

I was worried. It could be me but she was lying about it. What if in future she pops up somewhere to tell me I’m the dad? I wished I could make her sign a bond or anything that would take me out of the situation. She was calm and happy. The contentment on her face told a story of a fulfilled woman.

“What’s good about this that makes you happy?” I asked her.

“You don’t understand. Maybe someday I will tell you but not now.”

When I got to know she was pregnant, the lust I had for her vanished. I didn’t want to see her again or continue doing what I was doing with her. When she called, I gave her excuses. When she came around without telling me first, I found a way to discard her. With time, she got the message that I wasn’t going to do it again. She stopped texting and stopped calling.

She’s currently heavily pregnant. I think she should be in her seventh month. I see her often with her husband. For some reason, her husband had come to stay. He doesn’t go back like he used to. Every evening I see them going home. Some mornings too. When I meet them face to face, her husband says hello to me and tries to engage in a conversation with me.

I feel uneasy when that happens but this woman would pretend she had never talked to me in her life. She wouldn’t smile. She would try to pull her husband along. When they are in a car and he stops to say hello, this woman looks to the other side as if my face is the sun she wants to avoid.

It’s giving me bad vibes. I feel she’s hiding something from me. I can’t sleep at night without thinking about the whole thing. I feel heavy for the part I played. My lack of character drove me too far and I accept my shortcomings but what if…I mean what if I’m the real dad of what she’s carrying? What are the future implications? Would it come back to haunt me?

I have questions without answers so I’ve decided to leave this neighborhood to a place I will never see them or hear the horn of the husband’s car. I may change my number and change whatever she knows about me. I need to start hiding so I can cover this up and be free.

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I’m not sharing this for advice or anything. It has become a sea within me and I’m being haunted by the sound of the waves. Pouring out here helps the salty water out of my system so I can have some level of peace in my spirit. I’ve shared. I hope I get the half solution that I deserve.

— Barnabas

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