My Esan Husband Chapter 30:
Brushing her hair slowly and looking at the forlorn reflection of her face, sullen, lost eyes and heart was empty. Yaya felt sad. It was very soon that their marriage will come to its contractual conclusion. She never realized that being married and to a man such as Nadech will lead to despair and angst. There were days that they got along cordially but being strangers in a marriage didn’t surmount to anything close to happiness. Dare she ask to be released from it? It didn’t matter to her anymore the debt owed, she just couldn’t believe that when Mario and Gubgib did marry she’d thought they wouldn’t have to; no longer obligated to repay the debt she thought. She assumed that she and Nadech were free to go their separate way. She wanted out and he didn’t budge. She was his wife since their Esan wedding he claimed. He would also use that reason to put over her rational to put an end to their marriage. He never relinquished his control. She was not cut out to be a wife. The only saving grace was her small boutique with her mom and her entrepreneurial role as a fashion designer. Next month was her official launch of her own fashion line. Her very own fashion line and her husband never appeared remotely interested in her venture. That was another sign that strangers marrying for any other reason but love was never a good idea. She lived with a man, in a big house without the feeling of home. She couldn’t do it anymore, even if she had to break the contract prematurely. Life was too short and each one of her sister was both happy and in a loving relationship with their significant other. Why couldn’t she achieve that?
The man in her thoughts walked into their bedroom. Why was he here? They kept separate bedrooms but here he was entering without a knock to prepare her of his presence. She didn’t want to confront him now because their outing today with their niece was enlightening. Yaya realized Nadech was exceptionally great with a young toddler. He almost showed a kinder side to himself other than that they rarely see eye to eye. Just when she thought they were more amicable his distancing from her and between them never allowed an honest understanding to undertake. It didn’t and shouldn’t have bothered her so much. The reason maybe because she felt weary pretending and wanted to experience what her younger siblings were involved in. Gubgib with her family of three now and soon by early next year Taew will be marrying Por and that was about the same time as her divorce. How ironic and happen stance that she found herself in this role. She put her brush down and sat stiff waiting to hear what else Nadech had to say to her.
“I am glad you are not asleep yet. I came to the realization that you have an important event next month? I am grateful Gubgib shares information with Mario. Why was that kept from me? Have I ever showed you signs that I would ever stop you from being your own person. I am not as cold-hearted as you want to imagine me to be. Am I invited to this event or as your husband, albeit neglectful at times, but I am saddened to hear that I am not welcomed to this auspicious time of your life? Yaya, whatever you think or made me out to be I do still want to show support to you and your dreams.” Nadech stood behind her, staring back into eyes that glimmered with mistrust. He did not want to touch her even though he itched every waking moment to do so and like today failed miserably to control himself.
It has always been excruciating painful not to be able to physically touch one’s wife. But he is a man of honour. What was stipulated on their contract he vowed to obey the terms of what was agreed upon. Yaya deserved all of this and as well they only had six months left on their marriage contract. After that he will let her go. He tried his best to make her fall in love with him but she was very stubborn. He’s never met anyone who was very stubborn as she. Including himself he found could be stubborn but his wife and his Brat takes the top honour. Nadech wondered why he always thought to leave importance to Yaya as being his because that was so far from the truth. He pondered this thoroughly leaving Yaya staring at him intensely; waiting for his answer to her inquiry.
“I want to talk to you about our marriage. We only have six months left and you’ve promised to spend six months of it in and be part of the Esan culture. I am here to ask for your vow.” He spoke what was in his heart.
They actually had great moments together in the village and it was time to return. One to pick up more inventory of organic products from his Grandmother and as well asking her for help with wooing his wife. If he failed his divorce was imminent.
Yaya turned back to look directly at her husband in name only. Was he serious? She couldn’t do it any longer. Pretending and being unhappy was the worst feeling to bear. Her heart slightly tore at his callous words. He wanted her to honour their agreement? Who was he? Well he was a man, a cold, withdrawn individual. And even if she have been married to for almost two years; he was still a stranger to her. She will not stand another night in his presence. It didn’t make any sense.
With irritation flash across her big brown eyes she whispered no and more forcefully, “No.” Her answer stopped Nadech in his steps towards her.
Did she just refuse him? When it changed from bad to worse, it sure didn’t leave room for thought. Nadech’s heart shook with a feeling that was hard to explain.
“No? Did you just said no? No huh, is that how you really feel?” Nadech didn’t let her respond.
He quickly approached her and grabbed her elbow and swung her to face him. Firmly keeping her body contact close to him, he could feel her wavering breath catch in her throat as he surprised her with his actions. She resisted but they both knew who was stronger.
Yaya’s eyes opened wide with shock and trepidation. Why was he so angry? Did he not realize that they were in a loveless marriage and they had no future? It was time they moved on, it never made sense and most especially when the heart was not involved it felt a huge waste for them both. He was still young and so was she, they had the rest of their lives to find someone who they could fall in love with and live happily ever after.
“What are you doing to me? Let me go now. Stop manhandling me. You have never been a gentleman ever since we first met! I said let go. You are hurting me.” Yaya said this to Nadech as she didn’t fell his grip loosen on her. He really wasn’t hurting her nor was he gentle either.
“A man would be foolish to let go such a prized beauty and I paid for at an extremely high price, even more foolish I will be. Now you want to renege on our agreement. In which case I say it is only fair that I do the same. Letting you live out your life as a trophy wife and in name only. I cannot touch you was what was agreed upon. Then if you have decided you will not keep with the contract terms I shall not follow suit with what I agreed for your honour. I will touch you, as much as I please. For a start that luscious mouth of yours said no. I think we can change that answer, can we not?”
Nadech looked at her. The sudden shifting of her eyes widens further and rapidly blinking back at him, he knew Yaya was trying hard to understand the meaning of his words.
Yaya thought frantically within. How could he try to intimidate her, her chin raised she stopped her quaking earlier on with his words, he wouldn’t dare touch her! But yet he pulled her in closer, they were now face to face; both on their knees. He let her go but then his one palm pressed behind her lower back and pulled her closer to him and now their chest pressed up against each other. Yaya was starting to breathe heavily and rapidly. She feared what he was about to do next.
But his mouth swooped down on hers and the onslaught of his lips and soon followed his tongue forced his attention on her scattered emotions. She didn’t want him to kiss her but yet her fight against him was futile and slowly his anger slackened and his kisses became less forceful and much gentler towards her. He rubbed continuously her back to calm her fear and trying to relax her. He wanted her to enjoy, she must enjoy it. If this was the only way to achieve in winning her he would use his skills the best way he knew how. Yaya again tried to push him away but his kisses continue to knock over her senses and now all she can feel is his lust, his hard body and his mouth on hers. Yaya tried to pull back but Nadech would not let her move. She was both feeling hot but now stunned at the way she was responding to his kisses and her body slowly melting and warming to his assault.
Nadech lips finally removed from hers but he continued his trail of warm kisses down her neck and behind her ears. She grew limpid and tried to relax, giving him a false sense of being the winner with this amorous onslaught on her person. She finally had to yank hard on his hair and he finally released her.
“Ouch. I thought you are enjoying this. Me, finally but now you are showing your true self. Cold and heartless is what you have become. I will be the same. If you do not return to Esan village with me as per our agreement, I will not allow you to complete your fashion show and by next week you will become my wife. In its true sense of the word I will make you mine!” Nadech turned and stormed out of the room with frustration and anger. If he was to stay he didn’t know how much control he had over himself.
The resounding loud sound of the bedroom door being slammed only left an unnerving silence after his retreat. Yaya quickly ran to her door and pushed the lock in place. If Nadech was true to his words he will come by tomorrow night to ask for his husbandly rights. They were legally married and it was binding. Why must he make her stay with him? He looked and seemed just as miserable as she was. Andy why exactly had he kissed her, as she raised her fingers to grace over her newly swollen red lips. What was the point of this marriage? She needed to escape or else who knows what would become of her if she didn’t.
