MY WIFE LOCKS THE ROOM EVERY TIME WE FINISH MAKING LOVE
CHAPTER 1
The first time she locked the door after we finished, I didn’t think anything of it.
I was lying down, still catching my breath, when she stood up quietly, walked to the door, and turned the key—kpakam. Then she came back like nothing happened.
I looked at her. She smiled and pressed her body against mine like she didn’t just lock us inside.
That was the night I started paying attention.
Her name is Adaeze. We’ve been married for just two months. Not up to three sef. I met her through one of those “God told me she’s the one” type introductions. My friend’s cousin. Calm girl. Soft voice. No stress.
Me? My name is Somto. Thirty-five. I run a printing press in town. I don’t talk much, and I don’t like trouble. That’s one of the reasons I married her. She looked like peace.
But that night, as I lay there staring at the ceiling, something in me refused to sleep.
Why lock the door after? Not before. Not when we came in. After. Like she was hiding something... or expecting something.
The second time it happened, I asked her gently, “Do you usually lock the door at night?”
She looked at me and said, “Why not? Are you expecting someone?”
I laughed. But deep down, I was watching her.
And then it became a pattern. We’d make love… she’d get up quietly, lock the door… come back to bed, press her body to mine like everything was normal.
But last night, I noticed something.
When she locked the door, she didn’t just turn the key.
She whispered something under her breath.
Like a prayer.
Or a warning.
And when she came back to bed, she didn’t touch me.
She just faced the wall and said one thing, in a very quiet voice:
“You must never open that door when I’m asleep.”
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