Spiritual Affair

At exactly 1 pm Suzan walks in. I checked her out on Facebook so I have an idea of what she looks like. I signal to her and she comes towards me cautiously. I sit and look at her. She sits next to me at we just stare at each other. I order water for us and we just stare at ourselves all over. I am wearing a white blouse and purple trousers, she has on a cream suit. Appearance-wise we look like two Boss Ladies but I am sure that we are both nervous as hell.

She opens her bag and hands over something to me, I open it and burst into tears.

Jack reaches me in seconds and takes the parcel away from me all the while glaring at her.

"What the hell?"

He opens it and pulls out tattered orange pajamas. He looks at me then Suzan and orders her to start talking.

"Does it belong to you, Jules?" Suzan asks

I nod without saying anything.

She then burst into tears and the entire café stares in our direction.

"We need to get out of here" jack suggest

I get up and Suzan follows us out of the Café in his car. He drives without talking until we get to the cabin. He kills the engine and we head inside.

We sit and I say to Jack, "this was the Pyjamas I had on when it happened"

Jack is literal. He goes berserk. I am just numb. I can't cry, I can't shout I feel nothing.

"Suzan you better start talking this minute before I do something crazy" Jack screams

"I married Richard 8 years ago. We attended the same college which Jules attended even though we did not know each other. He got together at the university and our relationship blossomed after our university. I have always known him as a Pastor so I treated him as such. When he proposed I felt it was my gateway to Heaven so I said a big "yes" to him. Everything was going on well but I noticed he was not the physical type. He did not kiss me, he did not have sex with me, only occasional awkward hugs. I felt he was being spiritual so I did not complain.

After we got married, he did not have sex with me for a year. He said he as fasting and prayer. It was hard but I endured. After the fast, he said he was ready but I had to do him a favor. I agreed to anything without thinking about the implications. He said I had to wear these pajamas and allow him to call me Jules when we make love. It sounded weird but I was desperate.

Things started going on well after that. Any time we wanted to make love I will wear the pajamas and allow his call me, Jules. The pajamas soon faded and he began to ration our sex life. He said he didn't want the pajamas to get destroyed completed so we had to reduce the number of times I wear it. I thought it was a joke till days passed and I realized he was dead serious.

I then asked him who the pajamas belonged to and who Jules was. At first, he would not answer me, then he said it belonged to his mother then he said it belonged to him. The stories did not add up and then one day I got really mad at him and accused him of being a voodooist that was when he lost it and hit me for the first time in our relationship.

In my confused state, I began to ask everyone who Jules was. Then one morning I was looking at the pajamas and trying to figure out how to recreate another one when I saw the hem of the pajamas, it had the name, Jules. So, I knew the name he calls me during loving making and the owner of the pajamas was the same person.

I continued my search till 5 months ago when our friend from college came around for the 5th anniversary of our church that we were reliving old times and the name "Jules" popped up. He seemed so interested in knowing where you were and what you were up to and having your number. I allowed him to do all the research then I stole your number from his phone and reached out to you.

"So, what do you want?" I ask

"Jules, I beg you in the name of God, leave my husband alone, release him from your satanic claws and let him

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