My wedding Episode 2

*******MY WEDDING******
Foluke met Oladayo during her third year in the University. She was the kind of girl that almost every guy that c@m£ in contact with will never want to let go. She is of an average height and a beautiful countenance, quiet but firm. Though she was an average student, yet one of the most respected in her dep@rtment because of her strong moral principles. She loved and served God all throu-gh her University days. She was the leader of Anglican ladies student fellowsh!p. She never had a love relationsh!pbecause she purposed in her heart not to do so until she graduated from the University.
Her decision changed when she met Dayo.
Oladayo was then a 500 level Civil Engineering Student. They had met at a Seminar held in honour of the graduating students that very year. Dayo was so much interested in Foluke the very moment he set his eyes on her. He had never been in a relationsh!ptoo but was really attra-cted to her. They exchanged contact and started their friendsh!p. Though, they had no strings attached at first, but they gradually bec@m£ so fond of each other that they both bec@m£ an Item on campus.
Not long after, Dayo graduated and went for his National Youth Service in one of the South-Southern states of Nigeria. Nevertheless, he kept in t©uçh with Foluke all throu-gh. The day he finally proposed marriage to her was the happiest day of his life because Foluke immediately accepted to marry him. Theirs was a holy courtsh!p. He was a v!rg!nand he looked forward to his wedding night with Foluke.
A year after his proposal, Foluke completed her NYSC programme and a year later, they had a beautiful wedding at St. Peter’s Anglican Church, a dream come true!
Foluke paced throu-gh the h0tel room for some minutes. She tried calling her husband’s number but it wasn’t getting throu-gh. ‘Where on earth could he have gone to?’ She thought. What is supposed to be a joyful honeymoon has suddenly turned to an episode of tears for her. She resumed her crying again. Just then, a thought flashed throu-gh her mind.
“Could that be?” She asked herself.
“No, it can’t”, she continued in her thoughts, shaking her head vigorously. She wasn’t really sure of her thoughts.
She reached for her phone and dialled her mum’s number. “Mommy! plea-se come over, my marriage is on Fire!” She screamed into the phone.
“Which marriage are you talking about Foluke?” Her mother asked in alarm, ha, ha, ha, my God, but…
To be continued….