WEDDING OF MY EX (EPISODE 9)
Chris finished telling Iris about how he met Effe and how he was f0rç£d to take her with him to Takoradi and eventually giving her to the Opoku’s to take charge of her.
He also filled Iris in on how he had seen her frequently because he was attra-cted to her.
Chris then goes on to tell the enra-ptured Iris snippets of how Effe eventually captured his heart.
THE OPOKU RESIDENCE – AFTERNOON
There is a [email protected] going on at the Opoku residence.
Mr. and Mrs. Opoku are in white attires. Effe is looking absolutely breath-taking in the white dress Chris had bought for her in Accra.
There is a long table of as-sorted food, and a well-stocked bar area.
When Mr. Opoku stands up, the music st©ps and all eyes are drawn to him. He is holding a glas-s of sparkling champagne.
I will like to propose a toast, plea-se.
Effe turns in her seat and her eyes meet Chris’. She smiles warmly. Chris smiles back.
My lovely wife and I have been married for precisely twenty years. God, being the wise ruler He is, thought it best not to bless us with any children, and we thanked Him for that. But believe me, it has not been easy. Being wealthy in Africa, and having no kids, is a great wahala, and you all know it!
There is a general bur-st of laughter and brief applause.
And then, out of the blue, a handsome young man knocked on our door one evening. His name is Chris Bawa. Most of you know him, yes, the same Chris Bawa who is the General Manager of The Focus Supermarket. He brou-ght a sweet young girl called Effe to us. That was almost a year ago. We accepted Effe into our home, and we finally un-derstood why God never let us have a child.
There is a pregnant silence as Mr. Opoku turns round and stares at Effe for several seconds with a de-ep loving expression on his face. He turns and faces the crowd once more.
Effe brou-ght not only joy and fulfilment to our home, but she fitted in so perfectly. She is the child we never had. She has woven pure magic into our hearts, and bonded us with a love we’ve never felt before. Yesterday being our twentieth anniversary, we had no greater gift than to adopt her. That sweet girl is now Effe Kedem Opoku, our dearest daughter!
There is a standing ovation. Mrs. Opoku [email protected] Effe. Mr. Opoku wipes tears from his eyes and raises his glas-s.
To Effe, my cherished daughter!
Mr. Opoku turns and beckons to his family.
Effe and Mrs. Opoku join him with their glas-ses. Mr. Opoku gestures wildly to Chris to join them.
Chris descends, and Mr. Opoku shakes his hand vigorously. They take a sip from their glas-ses.
The music starts up again and Mr. Opoku leads Effe to the dance floor amidst cheers and cries from the crowd.
Mrs. Opoku turns to Chris, and she has tears in her eyes.
Chris, thank you so much for bringing such an angel into our lives!
The joy is all mine, Mrs. Opoku. Come on, let’s dance!
Chris takes her hand although she protests a bit, and they start to dance next to Effe and Mr. Opoku who turns to Chris.
Can I dance with my wife?
Laughing, Chris leaves Mrs. Opoku, turns and faces Effe. She is smiling, and there are tears on her face.
He takes both of her hands. She speaks in an unsteady voice.
Oh, Chris. Thank you so much! I’m so happy I feel as if I will bur-st with happiness!
You’re beautiful, Effe!
She exhales sharply, and her eyes become very bright. They stare at each other for a significantly long period.
Chris draws her into his arms. They start to dance slowly, eyes still locked.
Chris drops his hands to Effe’s [email protected]!st. She looks startled, but she places her hands on his shoulders. His breathing comes ha-rd . Just then Steve breaks in.
Hey, selfish boy, can I have a dance with the sweet girl too?
Chris steps back, and they both look at Steve.
Oh, I almost forgot to introduce you. Effe, this is my best friend, Steve Hollison. Steve, meet Effe Kedem Opoku.
Smiling, Steve shakes Effe’s hand.
Hello, Effe. I’ve heard so much about you, but I really didn’t picture you this beautiful!
Chris also told me a lot about you. plea-sed to meet you.
Come on, dance with me, sunshine!
Chris chuckles and leaves them. He walks a little bit away, turns, and finds her eyes still following him.
He smiles, and she also smiles across Steve’s shoulder.
Chris speaks softly to himself.
Effe Kedem Opoku! You’re getting into my blood, girl!
Later, Chris is sitting at the high table. A well-dressed attendant approaches with a laden tray of as-sorted foods and sets it down in front of him.
Wow, man, how am I supposed to eat all that?
A hand falls across his shoulder, and he turns. It is Mrs. Opoku, and there is a hvge smile on his face.
Eat, Chris. Don’t you know that you’re the Prince of our world? You have turned our hell into a blissful heaven.
You accepted an unknown girl into your house, Ma’am. It is God’s blessing to you. I was just a channel!
But God chose you to bless us, and that’s why our home shall always be yours. Go on, eat! That is a special food. Effe prepared it for you, my dear!
He looks across at the dance floor. Effe is trying to dis£ngage herself from Steve, but he is holding on, and both of them are laughing.
Chris shakes his head, smiles briefly, and reaches for a fork and a knife.
Mrs. Opoku tucks a perfumed white napkin into his collar, and both of them laugh.
Thank you, Chris Bawa.
You’re welcome, Madam.
Chris begins to eat. The food is evidently delicious, because he swirls it around his mouth with obvious relish. The voice of Steve bur-sts in suddenly.
Well, that’s what I call a lion’s share! I’ll be damned!
Chris looks up and chuckles when he sees Steve holding a single plate laden with food he has scooped from the buffet table.
Man, put that midget’s share aside and entertain your taste buds from my plate.
Steve sits down, picks up a fork and digs in. They eat in silence for a while, and then Steve leans back and regards Chris with a dead pan expression.
She cooked this, right?
St©p mocking me. You know who!
Yeah. Effe cooked it. Best morsel your palate ever flir-ted with, right?
Steve carefully lays his fork down and picks up a glas-s. He pours red [email protected]£ wine into it, swirls it in an abs£nt-minded manner, and then he takes a long draw from it.
She’s extremely beautiful, Chris. Won’t lie to you about that. Turns out she’s also an excellent cook. You’ve been blabbing about her nonst©p ever since she [email protected]£ here. You hitting on her?
Ain’t hitting nothing. I helped her, she now has a great family. We’re like siblings, man.
Siblings my foot. I saw the way you guys were looking at each other, bro. You’re going in de-ep, and I’m worried.
St©p hedging, Chris. We always shoot straight with each other. I’m worried because you’re in a relationsh!pwith Elaine, a relationsh!pthat has gone really far, man. Your parents are aware of what’s going down. Now, Elaine doesn’t know you’ve brou-ght this angel to town, and it seems to me you’ve gone to great lengths to keep Elaine and Effe [email protected]
Your point being?
My point being that it is not healthy, man. I would’ve been more comfortable if you’ve told your mother and Elaine about Effe. I’m your brother, Chris. If you feel something for Effe, come clean with Elaine and her parents. Your mother too deserves to know. These things shouldn’t be hidden, man. They have a tendency for b!owing up, and believe me they do cause a mess when they do!
Thanks, bro. I’ve been confused for a while, I admit that. See, I’ve always been comfortable with Elaine. She’s no angel, and I’m no God, but we’ve managed to get something going. Maybe it’s because her mother and mine feel so strongly about the whole thing, but being with Effe is different, man. She’s beginning to bring out feelings I’ve never had for any woman, and frankly it’s been scaring me. But thanks, I’ll try and put my act in order, okay?
Steve nods, and then reaches out and pats Chris’ shoulder gently.
Let’s enjoy this food. Damn, she can cook! No wonder she’s driving you bonkers.
She grows in a man’s blood, man, she sure does!
Chris and Effe are at the beach, sitting un-der coconut trees. There are drinks, flasks and paper plates around them.
They laugh happily and walk hand-in-hand on the seashore. Chris chases Effe around and plants a k!sson her cheeks when he catches her.
They face the horizon with the sun behind them.
Chris is opening a car door for Effe, tou-ching her hand as she enters, laughing into her eyes as he closes the door.
He reaches across to hold her hand as he drives and she turns to him, startled, glances at their clasped hands, and demurely looks out the window.
Now Chris showing Effe around his hvge supermarket. There is a charged moment when she turns round and finds him standing just behind her.
He reaches out to steady her, she puts her hands on his shoulders, and for a moment they stay like that, caught in the electric moment of awareness.
Chris and Effe are seen eating at a plush restaurant. She is sitting across from him.
Her hair is tied back in a ponytail. He gets up, walks behind her chair, and slowly re-moves the hair band.
He straightens her hair, walks round, notices a lock of stubborn hair across her brow, extends a foref!nger and gently rolls the hair over her right ear.
She is staring, other people are staring. There is de-ep silence between them in the restaurant.
He sits down without looking at her, but her eyes are hvge and her face is holding a tender loving expression as she looks at him.
Chris now seen ringing a doorbell, and Mrs. Opoku opens the door.
Chris laughs with her, and Effe joins them. They run to Chris’ car, and wave to Mrs. Opoku. They get in and drive away, leaving the Opoku residence behind.
Chris driving back in. It is night, the sky dark. Chris walks Effe to the door.
She hesitates and then shyly hands him a small parcel.
He peels off the wra-pping and finds a small box.
He opens it and finds a beautiful silver wrist [email protected] Chris is evidently quite taken aback.
Wordlessly he [email protected]£s it around his right wrist and locks it, and then he leans over and k!sses her right cheek.
She closes her eyes, and as he steps back she quic-kly opens the door and enters, closing it behind her.
She is seen leaning her back against the door. On the other side of the door Chris presses his forehead against the door.
And then, after sometime, he turns and walks heavily to the car…
To be continued
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