Keeping Peace #3

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Clement went to see his good friend John that same evening. Birds of the same feather flocked together but they were worlds apart.

Clement was quiet, twelve years younger and held his PhD.

John was a noisy dropout who controlled billions.

Clement parents got separated when he was fourteen. They quarrelled every day and fought as he and his three younger sibblings looked on. He was the oldest and had wanted them to stop.

One day his mother had moved out of the house with them.

Both parents reconciled later but things were never back to normal. They lived apart – separated. His father lived his own life apart while his mother took care of them with financial support from his father.

He hated his childhood and didn’t want his own family to be like that.

He had seen how successful John’s marriage had been and how happy they had been together and had asked how they had managed to make it through fifteen years. He had told him and he thought his method was quite unusual and strict.

He knew he had a liberal mind and would find following in his friend’s footsteps hard. He didn’t think women should worship men as such or become their footstools.

“But you want your marriage to work right?” he had asked.

“Yes,” Clement had answered not sure if he wanted it to work that way.

“Do what I do then. My wife has a shop but she hands all the money she gets to me every day before bed. She wanted to work because her friends called her housewife while she stayed at home. She’s humble, respects me because I give her all she wants.”

“What if my wife refuses to yield,” Clement asked feeling sorry for his friend’s poor wife.

“She won’t refuse if you take very good care of her and her parents.

“You know her parents are very rich. Richer than I am.”

“It doesn’t matter. No one rejects money because they’re rich. Buy her mother things like gold necklaces, she won’t say no to that. Fuel her father’s car once in a while.”

“Why do you do that?”

“What?”

“Why do you take money from your wife?”

“My friend, I want to be the man under my roof. You know, money makes women lose their heads, grow willfully taller than their men, and pushes them to disrespect whomever they’re supposed to respect. It makes them challenge everyone, call police at slightest mistake, take people to court over a triffle….”

Clement had laughed as his friend continued because he knew a woman who did the same thing.

“Have you seen a woman stand on the tip of her toes, chest to chest with her man to point an index finger to his face? That’s what money can do and that’s what I hate most about rich women.”

Clement had nodded and gone home, plunging headlong to his advice.

When he stepped into his friend’s house for the second time for marriage advice, it was to know what he would do to bend his defiant wife towards obedience.

“She refuses to give last months salary. She said she won’t do that anymore.”

“Did she say that to you?”

“Yes.”

“Do this, leave the household expense to her. My problem is that you don’t have any child yet. If you had a child, that could have been a very major expense that could finish her money in a week. But no problem.”

I don’t want to do that John. It might make the situation worse. I want my marriage to be blissful.

“So what do you plan to do?”

“Talk to her mother.”

“Her mother will always side her. Mothers always side their children.”

“Stephanie’s mother is not that type. She’s good.”

“Okay! Please do not keep me in the dark. Let me know when you’re done. I’ll always be here to help.”

“Thanks, John.”

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