It is love

Eniola sat in her bedroom listening, as the voices of her husband and his friends broke through the walls of the well furnished sitting room; they were speaking rather loudly.

"So you mean you pound yam for her? a very deep voice sounded from the sitting room.
"That one is even small Akpor, Nonso washes her clothes too" another voice said, a sharp contrast to the first voice
"And her underwear o, her underwear! Abi Nonso you won lie sey you no dey wash woman pant?" A third voice added. It seemed close.

"Chai!" The first two voices chorused.

"You guys should not make a big deal out of this..." it was her husband's voice. "...It is not wrong if I do all these things occassionally.."
"Nonso it is not occassionally!" Akpor cut in.
"Well.." Nonso continued ..."I love my wife an..."
"Eehhnn!" All three voices chorused before he could finish talking.

Eniola's phone rang, it was her mum.
"Mummy ekasan"
"Omo daada. Ba wo ni?"
"I am fine ma" she replied
"Baba gave me a new one o" her mother said. "Any woman he sees will be like maalu in his eyes. Should I bring it?"