Chapter 67: My husband is a cheat.

"Hey," Mrs. Ranez smiled at the security that stood in front of the reception area as she cheerfully made her way to the reception desk of Gullivan Hotels.
She had come to the city her husband was in for a nursing convention, so she decided to pay him an unexpected visit. From the time when she left the conference room, she was so excited to see her husband and even stopped in front of a gift store to get a package for him which ended up becoming the latest model of the Pan tenin wristwatch. The Pan tenin was a brand making waves with their models of men's accessories, so Mrs. Ranez was excited to get such quality for her husband.
"How may I help you?" Mrs. Ranez heard the receptionist ask, and her smile broadened deeply.
"Many ways, dear," she giggled."Firstly, my husband, John Ranez has been lodging in your hotel for a while, his company gave me the information," Mrs. Ranez said, as she brought out some papers and receipts, showing them to the receptionist on seeing it.
"Do I need to prove that I am his wife?" She voiced out jokingly at the receptionist and they laughed at her statement. Even as the receptionist tried her best to act professionally.
"The part where I said I need your help, my husband like we have concluded, is in this hotel. I want to surprise him, so he is not aware of my presence. I would really appreciate it if you can hand me a spare key so I can go see him," Mrs. Ranez genuinely asked.
The receptionist's lips which were curved in a smile, fell downwards a little to a frown, "I'm sorry Ma, but it's against our policy," she said.
"I just want to see him, dear "
"I'm sorry Ma, but I will have to inform him," the receptionist said as she raised the intercom, about dialing the server of the room Mr. Ranez lodged in.
Mrs. Ranez's brain raced restlessly thinking of what to do, until she broke into low sobs, palming her face with her right hand, "you don't want me to surprise my husband now?"
The receptionist was shocked at the sudden turn of events, indeed the woman in front of her was a drama queen. She turned her eyes around, and noticed the curious gazes of the guests around her, staring intently, trying to know what the problem was.
The problem the receptionist had at that moment, was not about going against the hotel's policy, but the fact that she could be queried if the manager was to find out that a little scene was created due to the way she attended to a customer, and her employer that she knew, always obeyed the policy of "customers are always right."
The young receptionist that wore an ash straight washable skirt, that stopped a little above her knees, with a white corporate shirt and a multi-colored muffler scarf wrapped around her neck, hurriedly made her way out of the reception counter, and to the place where Mrs. Ranez stood.
"It's alright Ma'am, I will see what I can do," the receptionist assured her and walked over to another guy in a uniform almost like hers, just that he was putting on a trouser.
She whispered some things to his ears for a few minutes, and he walked over to another room that held a cupboard in it. He picked up a key from the set of keys that were there and returned it to the receptionist who smiled and winked at him, before she turned back to Mrs. Ranez, swaying her hips as she walked away from him.
"Ma'am," the blonde-haired receptionist, that had her hair packed into a low bun, called out, "here it is. I had to go through much stress, risking my job for it," she began to explain, which bored Mrs. Ranez a little.
Mrs. Ranez dipped her hand into her purse, brought out a hundred dollar note, and slipped it into the receptionist's hands, murmuring a "thank you" as she did.
The receptionist assigned a worker that was by the corner to take Mrs. Ranez to her room, why she stood watching back with a wide grin on her face, thankful for the profit she had made. Unaware that her actions had only created more harm than she could imagine.
She happily walked to her husband's room, with the servant leading the way, carefully taking in the scent of detergent and bleach mixed with air fresheners all around the environment.
"He was definitely going to be surprised on seeing her," she giggled continuously, as she made her way to the floor that his room was in.
The helper took her to room 66A, the alphabet added to it, indicating the wing of the hotel he was in. The hotel was quite an exquisite one, as the interiors and exteriors gloriously spoke of its riches.
She got to the door of his room, then put in the key, turning it as she visualized the possible expressions of surprise that will be on his face when he sees her.
Mrs. Ranez turned the door knob with the helper standing some meters away from her, and immediately her eyes met the inside of room 66A, she let out a scream, her voice echoing in the walls of wing A.
Never will she have believed that of all states in the world, she was going to meet her husband in that state.
Mrs. Ranez could pass with him shouting at her for just coming to visit or paying no attention to her because of workloads and she would have felt just all right.
But no, he was not stressed out from work like he always claimed, or probably playing with his keyboard or even an online meeting with his fellow workers.
He was in bed, ferociously shagging with another woman that was not him.
Her husband was having an extramarital affair. As the words hit her again, she let out a loud shriek, raising her hands to her head as she did, with some drop of tears rolling out of her eyes.
"Why did she have to see all of it and why did she come to the hotel that day?" She kept on asking herself. She could have probably gone back to Carlton city after the convention, she kept on telling herself.
At least that way, age will not have had to witness all of it. Another long streak of tears, rolled from her eyes, falling to her cheeks.
Mr. Ranez who was comfortably passing his time with his newfound side chick, Sonia with his door locked did not expect an intruder. So, he did to her and with her, whatever he wanted to do paying no attention to his environment.
The scream he heard from a familiar voice reverberated in his ears, and his eyes popped out to realize who it was.
He turned his face backward, to only meet his wife, staring at him, terrified. Before he could say any other thing, she had let out another scream with tears pouring in her eyes, so he was short of words.
"How could you?" He heard her utter with her voice sorrowful.
"How did you comfortably do this to me?" She repeated.
"Is she not the woman you say you don't care about?" Sonia, the side chick, voiced out, worsening the tension that had risen in the room and only adding fire to the flames.
"What is she doing here...,"
"Just shut up," Mr. and Mrs. Ranez yelled almost at the same time, to the brunette that had no better things to do with her life than trying to sabotage a marriage relationship.
She angrily stood up and walked to the bathroom, with the curious gaze of Mr. Ranez following her.
"So this is what you have been doing here? Just wow! I should have known," Mrs. Ranez yelled out amidst low sobs.
"Can you just let me explain, Priscilla," Mr. Ranez finally spoke out to her, trying to start the first meaningful conversation with her since she had arrived there.
"It's not what you think it is," he started and was cut short abruptly.
"Then what is it?" She groaned in pain, "you are saying that I don't know what I saw?"
She gasped, trying to control the amount of pain she felt.
"Your explanations are doing no good, you should keep it to yourself," she bawled again, tears beginning to stain her carefully done makeup.
"All of it was.."
"Was it a mistake? That's what you want to say? That you happily pleasuring yourself with her was a mistake? Just save me all of it."
"Priscilla, listen," Mr. Ranez said as he moved closer to her.
"Don't!" She yelled, "don't touch me."
Mrs. Ranez sprinted out of the room in tears, her legs doing nothing, compared to the speed her mind wanted to run with.
She dashed into the partly empty hallway of the hotel, the tears in her eyes enough to fill a bucket.
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