Married For Five Days (part 5)

Married For Five Days: The Aftermath of the wedding was a silent war between husband and wife.

Paul was indeed more than a Best Man to Harry. He was a brother, a personal assistant, a driver, and even more. After the wedding reception, it was Paul who gave directions on what to do with the gifts and presents that were brought for the newly Weds. He had engaged some of Harry's siblings and also some of his friends with specific tasks and also took charge of the monies that were donated to the couple. Once everything had been settled, Paul drove a silent couple back to their Hotel room. Harry needed a moment with his wife alone. He wanted to know what was the matter with Kayla. Paul asked him if he needed anything before he left. Harry requested for little money to clear bills in case they needed something. Paul left, but not without telling Harry he was going to keep his phone close in case they needed him.

As soon as they were alone, Harry stripped to hit the shower. "Let's have a bath together, babe," he invited Kayla. "No thanks" was the cold answer. "Okay, darling, I'll be right back" he left. A few minutes later, he was out of the shower feeling quite refreshed. Kayla was now wrapped in a towel and also had a shower cap on. She ignored Harry's attempt to grab her by the waist and walked into the shower. Harry lay in bed in his briefs, waiting for his wife, and minutes later, she came out fresh and clean. She slid into the duvet and backed her husband. "Really?" Harry asked. "What?" She threw back without turning to look at him. "Come on, babe, it's our wedding night; if not for anything, then we should at least curdle to shelve off the stress of the day," he said, sitting up in bed.

"Harry, if you are not tired, then I am. Good night" she reached out and turned off the bed lamp. Harry squeezed the bedspread into his fists and let out a deep sigh; it was going to be a long night.

The next morning was a Sunday, and they again took turns with the shower. And while Harry was dressed up for Church, he noticed Kayla wore a simple gown that supposed she wasn't going to Church. "Excuse me, babe, are you not going to Church?" He queried. "Not with you." She answered. "Why?" "Because I don't want" "I don't understand." Harry was losing it. "Listen, Harry. These past few days, I have come to realize that you are a very selfish person. You will go all out to get the things you want to be done but not what I want. You can't keep using me to win people's hearts while I hurt inside. Tell me, what did you even do that got my Dad singing praises for you? You had a problem with my bridal train, my wedding gown, and my bridal shower. You complained about everything. And something as little as a wedding ring you chose to disgrace me, haba! Harry, why would I want to follow you to Church for a Thanksgiving? What am I thanking God for? Tell me!" She ended up with a fixed stare on Harry's face.

"Oh my God! Kayla, I can't believe this! Is this about the things we couldn't get..." He was interrupted, "Not 'we' you couldn't get. And that was simply because you are wicked, Harry!" Harry sighed and took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry you feel that way, baby, but our wedding has come and gone. I was under pressure to make sure I didn't miss the wedding with you. Listen, I promise I will get you that gold ring..." Interrupted again! "I don't want no fucking ring again!" She was shouting.

"Okay, if that's what you want. But please let's go to Church. We don't want people snooping into our marriage on the first day. We can discuss this later, please," he pleaded. "I am going nowhere" she stood her ground. "Suit yourself" Harry left the hotel room in anger only to find Paul waiting patiently for him in the car. "What about Kayla," Paul asked as he noticed her absence. "Forget about her." Harry got in the car, and they left for Church.

Later that day, with the help of Paul, they moved into their apartment. Everything had been fixed with the help of Paul and Harry's siblings. Kayla took a tour of the place and retired to the sitting room. She said little all through the period they were there, so when it was time for Paul to go, he decided to talk to her. "Hey Kay, what's eating you up, sweetheart? You know you can tell me anything, right?" "I will be fine," she said. "That means you are not fine at the moment. Well, what I can tell you is whatever grudge you bear against your husband should be forgiven. I know Harry is a good man and won't deliberately hurt you. Give him another chance to make up for whatever he has done, Okay?" He looked at her for an answer. "Okay," she agreed. "Thank you. Now I will take my leave." He walked out with Harry following him down to the gate. "Thanks for everything, man; I appreciate it," Harry said to him. "Anytime, bro, anytime." They shook hands, and Paul was gone.

Back in the sitting room, Kayla was waiting for Harry. She had been eager for Paul to leave so as to get over what was on her mind. This was the moment. Harry came inside. "Babes, so where is our money?" She asked abruptly. "What?" He heard her but wanted to be sure what she meant.

"The Money that was donated to us, where is it?" She repeated. "I had it paid into the bank through a POS. I didn't want us to keep such an amount at home till Monday" "Okay, how much was it?" She asked again. "I beg your pardon" Harry didn't understand this line of questioning. "How much was it?" She repeated herself. "1.3 million" "So in which account did you put it?" "My First Bank Account" "Why?"

"Baby, I don't get it. What's up with the questions? The money is ours, and I kept it safe for us. What's wrong with that?" He demanded. "I want my share transferred to my account immediately?" She said. "Hey babe, what's this fuss about?" "I want 50% of the amount you mentioned transferred to me. And you see that car out there? It is mine; my father did what he did because of me. So get yours," she ended. Harry smiled and took his seat. He looked at his wife. She looked away, avoiding his eyes. "Is that what you really want?" He asked. "Yes," she replied rudely. "I'm sorry I can't do what you want me to do. You're my wife, and as far as that goes, you will learn to appreciate my decisions. I don't know the woman you have become these few days, but I will advise you to stop this new attitude of yours. The money stays in my account, and the car is ours, period." "You're stupid, Harry; you are very stupid," Kayla said angrily. "What did you say?" "You heard me, Harry; you're stupid. Something is wrong with your head, and if you want peace to reign in this house, you'll do exactly what I asked you to do. Foolish man!" "Okay, let's see how it goes." Harry walked in, leaving her as she ranted. 

They went to bed with their emotions up. It was obvious Harry had made up his mind not to reply to any of his wife's tantrums. Kayla, on her part, kept running her mouth for a while before making up her mind to continue the next morning. Whether Harry liked it or not, he would succumb to her demands. She needed to sleep; for now, she would need her energy tomorrow. In a matter of minutes, she was already asleep. Harry looked over at her, reached out and covered her with the bedspread, and laid back staring at the ceiling. It was the second night in a row he was going to have a long night. He closed his eyes, and sleep answered his prayer. Tomorrow would take care of itself.

To be continued...

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