Three days later, Koo was sweating profusely in his air-conditioned office. He was at his wit’s end as to what to do about the situation at hand. The Spill Kits he had personally ordered turned out to be of inferior quality and had expired too.

“What am I going to do about this?” he said to himself for the hundredth time

Already, his Superiors, both at home and abroad, were on his neck demanding answers and not even his explanation that he used the correct specifications and followed the laid down regulations was heard. and the matter had been referred to the Tools Licensing Agency for investigations.

He was still at work, long after everyone else had gone home, thinking about the problem when he received a call from Judith, his lovely wife.

“Hello Sweetness, miss me?”

“Please my love, Come home immediately.”

“Any problem?” He asked, confused.

“Just come, quickly please.”

“Okay,” he said and hung up, and with trepidation, drove home to Windy Ridge, for once not admiring the breathtaking scenic view of Takoradi seen from the top of the hill.

Soon he was home and drove swiftly through the big gates, parked the Ash Pathfinder, walked hastily to the large front door, went through to the large living room with its flamboyant décor. The living room had Gothic style setees which were arranged in a semi-circle, with its nice home theatre plus the 60″Samsung Plasma TV.

He walked halfway into the room, stopped abruptly,  when he found his wife on her feet, facing a comfortably seated Hassana. Hassana was a girlfriend of his who had dumped him when she got herself a wealthy concubine and so, he became angry instantly at the sight of her.

“Let me see to dinner,” Judith said. “I’ll join you guys soon.”

Koo, still standing and fuming with anger turned to Hassana when his wife left them.

“What do you want?” clenching and unclenching his hands.

“Eei Koo, don’t I deserve a hug and a kiss?” She said flirtatiously. “I came to visit you for old times’ sake.”

“Leave,” he screamed, not liking Hassana’s attitude one bit.

 “Out,” he whispered.

“Ok ok, I know now that you are married, just settle me for wasting my time and coming all the way here. It’s a nice place though.”

“Whaat?” he thundered, trying hard to control himself.

“Yoo m’atse. I’ll leave  but when do I come for my compensation if not…”

“If not what?” he asked breathing heavily.

“Otherwise, I will make you pay with much more than the ten thousand cedis I’m demanding from you,” she said aggressively.

“OUT,” he growled and made a threatening move towards her and she, sensing danger, left hurriedly.

Kweku Hima had not been this enraged his entire life. He was still rooted to the spot when his wife returned from the kitchen to give him a comforting hug. They stood still holding on to each other for some minutes, then she led him to sit in his favourite armchair. She then knelt in front of him, removed his shoes and placed her head on his lap, still not saying anything to him. He was playing with her ear lobes when his stomach growled in protest. She laughed huskily at that, and led him by hand to the dining table and served him with the menu for the evening ‘apem ampesie and agushie dominated nkotomire sauce with koobi, and sat facing him to take hers.

But Koo did not touch his food yet. He gazed at her amazingly,  lovingly, thankful that he had such a gem for a life partner. A partner that knew when to talk and when not to talk. Suddenly,  he got up from the chair and not breaking eye contact with her, walked to her end of the table, lifted her face upwards and gave her the strongest, yet gentlest and the most breathtaking kiss she had ever received in her entire life. He then walked purposely back to his chair and proceeded to enjoy his meal.

That night, they didn’t watch TV.  That day they didn’t ask about how each others day went. They didn’t even talk about their plans for the future that day.

He just led her by hand to the bathroom where they bathed each other. Then he carried her to the large spring bed.

“Let’s make babies, triplets, in fact,” he whispered.

“But it’s twins I want.”

“Shut up and let me do my thing.”

Their lovemaking that night was magical. It was intense and it was fulfilling. It was exactly what both of them needed to fight the demons of their lives and the night.

He made love to her, mindful of her needs and feelings,  stirred the emotions in her and she received and gave back in equal measure: she cried, moaned, kissed back, screamed in ecstasy scratched his back in sweet abandon. Both gave and received till they climaxed at the same sweet time.

After several minutes of laboured breathing, Judith placed her head on the comfortable space between her husband’s neck and stomach and asked him.

“Who was that lady”

“That was Hassana.  I think I’ve told you about her and my sordid past.”

“Yeah, I remember. She came here acting all friendly and offered to tell me something about you. That’s when I called you. Maybe she wants you back.”

“Then she’s wasting her time. You are all I crave. let’s sleep small before the epic round. good night.”

“Hahaha… look at this small boy o… okay, gooood night.”

And she turned her back to him, made herself comfortable while he held her from behind, in the spoon position.