WEDDING OF MY EX (EPISODE 28)
THE BAWA RESIDENCE – SUNRISE
Chris emerges from the bathroom towelling his hair with a hvge towel.
He is wearing a white singlet and white bo-xers. He throws the towel unto the be-d, and then he picks up a Brut deodorant spray and blasts some un-der each arm.
Chris moves to the wardrobe, pu-lls out a pair of black jeans and put them on.
He moves to the hvge windows and pu-lls the blinds. Sunlight streams in.
He walks to the hvge oak desk and sits down. hvge blank sketch papers are arranged neatly on it, and to his right are his sketch pencils.
Chris picks up a pencil, draws a blank sheet of paper, and then he shuts his eyes ti-ghtly.
A new day, fresh new pain! My Effe is gone. Oh, Lord, help me throu-gh this, a minute at a time.
His be-droom door opens, and Chris looks up warily.
Suddenly he jumps to his feet, so shocked that he knocks the pencil holder down, scattering coloured pencils across the floor.
Standing in the doorway, wearing a sweet white dress, and looking so incredibly beautiful is Effe.
Chris shuts his eyes as the realization hit him. It is not Effe, of course.
This must be her twin sister Eyram! He opens his eyes and stares at her. She is carrying a laden tray.
Eyram, right? Damn, you almost gave me a heart attack! I thought Effe has come back to me!
Really? You must love her very much then. I [email protected]£ to see how you were doing after your famous wedding-crashing wonder yesterday. Michael let me in. He was bringing up your breakfast so I offered to bring it up.
Chris is still staring at her. He shakes his head suddenly and then he bends to pick up the pencils.
She puts the laden tray on a free portion of the desk, and when he straightens he finds himself standing so close to her.
Startled, he stares de-ep into her eyes. Her eyes bore into him, and she is not smiling.
Dear God, you two are really identical.
Is that so? Then maybe you can marry me then. I can grow to love you, and you’ll have your precious Effe back.
That’ll surely heal my heart, sure. Thanks for the offer, love, but no.
And why not, dear? Is it because of my past, what I did before? You can’t accept a former str!pper and semi-pr©st!tût£as a wife?
No, my dear. I don’t judge people. Even if I did, I will never judge you by your past. I don’t care what a lady did before I knew her. I care about what she does after she meets me.
Hmm. Sounds like an experienced lover to me. You’ve had your fair share of women, haven’t you, Chris Bawa?
Your sister is the only one in my heart, Eyram. For now. For ever.
Eyram places a hand on his shoulder. She looks de-eply into his eyes. She takes a step closer.
And not even I can replace her?
(Gently pries her hand off his shoulder and steps away from her.)
No, Eyram. You’re not Effe. No woman can replace her.
He walks to the window because his eyes are suddenly filled with tears.
Eyram lies down on his be-d.
How’re you faring, Chris?
Bad. I am living in pain. I will live in pain forever. Is their honeymoon here in Takoradi?
Nope. They went to Accra yesterday after the reception. By now they’re on their way to Paris for a week and would move to South Africa afterwards.
(whirls round. His face is clouded with de-ep pain.)
Oh, God! Effe is gone?
Eyram fli-ps on her side, supports her head in her palm and stares at him with sad eyes.
You really love her, don’t you?
She reaches for a hvge black object on the be-d and fli-ps the cover open.
(opens his eyes. His pain is real. He looks so distressed.)
What? Oh, that’s my phone. Look, Eyram, maybe you should leave, okay? We’ll talk later. Right now, you’re reminding me so much of Effe, and God, I’m in so much pain. I can’t take it anymore!
She does not appear to hear him. She is examining the phone, and then she presses the power switch at the side, and the screen comes on.
Hmmm. Nice phone. Enter pas-sword. What’s your pas-sword, Chris? Oh, ok, don’t tell me. Let me guess, it is your birthday right?
She mentions his birthday figures in sequence of day, month and year as she inputs them on the phone.
The phone gives an error beep.
Hmmm. Not your birthday. Effe’s birthday maybe?
Again she mentions the figures aloud as she inputs.
Again the phone rejects it and beeps. She purses herl-ips and feigns anger.
Hmmm. Not that too? Maybe your mother’s birthday? No? Let me try your father’s birthday. Still no!
(fli-ps a tear from his cheek and chuckles. He leans against the wall and crosses his arms across his che-st.)
Effe really told you a lot about me, didn’t she?
(does not look at him. She still examines the phone.)
No one told me anything about you. I know myself. I’m gonna crack this pas-sword, I do swear. Let me try the [email protected]£ you met Effe.
She enters. The phone rejects and beeps.
Hmmm. Alright. What about the day you proposed to her?
She mentions the [email protected]£ aloud, inputs. Rejection, beeping.
The smile dies from Chris face. He stares at her.
Oh, man! You got some tough pas-sword here. I’m sure it has something to do with Effe, though. Hmmm. Let me try the day you took her to your favourite sp©t at the beach.
She mentions the [email protected]£ as she enters. The phone rejects and beeps.
Chris st©ps breathing. He just stares. His hands drop from his che-st.
No? Okay, no problem for a determined girl. What a woman can’t do can’t be done, so they say. Where did I see that sticker? Aha, on the back of your Auntie’s car four years ago. Okay, let me try the [email protected]£ you first cut Effe’s nails for her.
She mentions, inputs. Rejection, beeping.
Chris clutches his heart and stares at her.
No? The [email protected]£ you bought that book of love poems for her? No. Let me see…hmmm, the [email protected]£ she tried to teach you how to make a vegetarian pizza pocket?
She mentions [email protected]£s, inputs, the phone beeps rejections.
She still does not look at Chris. He is staring at her, his mouth open, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
Stubborn, stubborn pas-sword! What can it be, huh?
(speaks softly, and his voice is trembling)
Maybe you can try the [email protected]£ Chris lost his heart to Effe.
She still does not look at him. There is a flash as Chris remembers a night.
It had been the day he had driven her home after she had been discharged from Dr. Anaman’s hospital.
He had had taken her hands, looked de-ep into her eyes and spoken softly.
This day I have lost my heart to you, Effe Kedem. I have given it to you. I can’t take it back, because it doesn’t belong to my che-st anymore. plea-se, you have my heart now. Take care of it.
There had been tears in Effe’s eyes. She had replied softly.
It will be my most treasured jewel, my love.
Now the woman on the be-d looks at the phone, and she takes a de-ep breath.
When she speaks her voice is trembling too. Tears fill her eyes.
Now why didn’t I think of that in the first instance? Of course, it can only be the [email protected]£ I got my most treasured jewel.
She enters the [email protected]£ on the phone, not mentioning it aloud this time, and presses OK.
A gentle melody emanates from the phone, and it opens to the homepage, which has a picture of Effe.
Slowly she looks up at him. Their eyes hold for a while.
Chris is trembling. Hisl-ips and his nose and his whole face is awash with tears.
Oh, Effe! Oh, God, Effe, my Angelface! Oh, God! It is really you! You [email protected]£ back to me! Oh, dear sweet God! You are here, my Effe!
She does not speak. Her own face is drenched with tears. She gets up, and Chris rushes to her.
Their [email protected] is fierce and violent. They squee-ze each other as if they will never let go.
They are both trembling, and their tears flow like a river. Finally he pries her arms off his n£¢k and stares at her.
Oh, Effe! How did this miracle happen? I can’t believe it! It is you, oh, my angel! You almost killed me! How? What happened? You got married! I saw you in the church. What happened?
(t©uçhes his face tenderly, lovingly, gently.)
I realized just how much you still loved me, and just how much I still loved you, and I couldn’t go ahead with the wedding. Thinking back, I think I only accepted Rupert’s proposal because he told me you were going to be in South Africa, and that you will leave Ghana. I panicked! I wanted to be where you were! Rupert knew what I felt towards you. He only nee-ded a companion and suggested marriage to save me from any humiliation. He didn’t want people referring to me as his mistress. As for me as long as it kept me close to you, I was ok with that.
Oh, my love, forgive me! I have given you such pain!
So I called Rupert from the car after we left you on the road. I told him I couldn’t go throu-gh with the wedding. I told my parents too. Rupert had answers for everything. He told me he always suspected I would not go throu-gh with the wedding. He suggested that Eyram and I could switch places, for appearances sake, because he didn’t want the humiliation a broken wedding would bring. So we switched places. Eyram put on my wedding dress, I put on her maid’s dress, and we went to the church.
Oh, dear sweet Lord! It wasn’t you on the dais when I barged in?
(chuckles happily and k!sses his nose.)
No, my love! I was in the maid’s dress! You made me so happy with those wonderful words. You scared me at first! You almost made me ran after you!
So Eyram married Henderson?
Yes. It is meant to be a marriage of convenience. Rupert only wants a companion and he got one. Eyram was thri-lled to give it a try and see what life can offer after all the wasted years. I think they’re superbly suited to each other. I think they’re going to make that marriage work! You should have seen them yesterday. This dawn they both called. They’re flying to Paris for a week and then to South Africa in Rupert’s pri-vate plane…and they are happy! They’re expecting us in South Africa soon!
Chris t©uçhes her hair, and he t©uçhes her face. He is trembling now.
He t©uçhes herl-ips, and once again he draws her into a fierce [email protected]
Why didn’t you come for me last night, my Angelface? Oh, God, I almost killed myself!
I called your Mom last night and explained everything to her. I wanted to know if you were alright. I wanted to surprise you, my love. She told me you were with Mike. And she was so overjoyed!
Chris puts her away from him. Pure unadulterated love is reflected on his face.
Oh, God, Effe! Forgive me. Forgive me. I have been such a fool!
I was too. I believed your mother and Elaine and Steve. I believed the lies, even when he told me you asked him to fake the [email protected]£ scene so it would look like we were lovers so you would have an excuse to break up with me! Not ever again, Chris! There shall be no third [email protected] between us!
No, never, my love. Oh, Effe…welcome back to my heart, my Angelface, for an eternity this time!
You’ll always be the owner of mine, for eternity!
He reaches for her.
She sees the de-ep look of love in his eyes, and suddenly she moves away from him, backing quic-kly towards the door.
St©p that, Effe, my love. Come back here, I nee-d to k!ssyou! You owe me a k!ssat least.
(laughs nervously and shakes her head.)
Not now, Chris Bawa! At the altar, remember? First k!ssat the altar!
No, Effe! Now!
She bolts out the door, screaming and laughing. She goes down the stairs, he chases her.
He catches her on the landing, draws her close, takes her face in both hands, and k!sses her pas-sionately.
Effe does not struggle. Her arms go around his n£¢k. They k!ssas tears of happiness falls from their eyes.
When they [email protected] her eyes remain close, and her face shines with great happiness.
And then he hears great applause, and he looks down, shocked.
The living room is packed.
His mother is pres£nt. Mr. and Mrs. Opoku are pres£nt. Dr. Anaman is standing beside Joshua Darkwa and Mrs. Darkwa. Evelyn and Mr. Tamakloe are also pres£nt.
Iris, Sandra and Steve are there too. Michael is holding his girlfriend’s hand.
They are holding steaming mugs of beverages, and everyb©dy seems so happy.
Effe turns and runs straight to Mr. Opoku who puts a protective arm around her shoulders and looks at Chris with mock severity.
And what do you think you want to do to my daughter without performing any rites, you foolish boy?
(bur-sts into laughter)
He loves me, Daddy!
Chris looks at their upturned faces. He grins happily.
So, you were all in on it, huh? Well, yesterday I felt like dying. Today, I just want to dance. And you, all of you, get me ma rried to that woman by next week. I won’t wait any longer!
And then he begins to do a crazy dance on the landing, with total abandon, his inbred shyness gone.
And they watch and laugh.
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