THE CLICHE III

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He noticed the light bounce in her steps, he saw that she smiled more and that she looked quite beautiful doing it. There was something about her he could not figure out, something new and different.



It had been two weeks and Teni had not for one day nagged, complained or even tried to argue with him over anything. If more, she outdid herself, making really nice meals and giving him undivided attention even when he did little or nothing to return the favor. He wondered what had happened, could it be she had found a replacement for him? He doubted it , as much as he knew he had not been much of a husband to Teni and a father to the kids, he worked his ass off to make sure they had all they neede . Plus Teni was not even the type to play the kind of games he played which was one of the reasons he married her,because he knew she was for keeps. Besides Lanre ,his driver did less of driving and more of monitoring her daily moves and always came back with the same old boring routine.

 He was surprised she hadn't died of lack of fun activities in her life . Maybe that's why he went out with other women, they knew how to be the life of the party. Teni was always so reserved when they went out and it seemed she had very little to contribute when he was with his friends so he stopped allowing her tag along cos it was a little embarrassing. 


"Kunle " he admonished himself "why are you looking for diamonds in a gold mine? It is not possible for Teni to cheat"  It must be the writing that made her behave this way, he noticed her laptop was out and that it seemed she had started writing again. On a normal day he would have been bothered because he did not like the idea of his wife being a writer because they were psychos but if it meant more peace of mind, he was all in... 

To be continued...... 
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