A tall pretty lady in her late twenties walked into the restaurant. She was such a beautiful figure to behold that those who were in the restaurant couldn’t help but stare. She was dressed in a smart black gown with silver shoes and bag to match, her chocolate skin glittered. She walked straight to where the couple were seated.
Dayo who was still on his feet was the first to speak up. “What the hell are you doing here?”
She smiled at him revealing a perfect set of white teeth, then frowned almost immediately. She clapped her hands together thrice and replied “Heheeeheee! Wetin my eyes no go see for inside this world?” Foluke looked up sharply, more surprised about the lady’s use of ‘Pidgin English’ than the curiosity of who she was. “The lady looked too beautiful than what she’s vomiting”, Foluke thought then spoke up.
“Sweetheart, who is she?”
“Stay out of this Foluke”, Dayo replied calmly.
“Faith, I said what are you doing here? Dayo demanded.
“Eeenhenh? I heard that you were getting married but ‘I talk say na lie’. I doubted it Dayo, so I travelled all the way down to confirm and it is so. ‘So you think say you fit dump me like that? E no go dey easy o my Bobo.’ I am not a trash Dayo, that thing you called wedding that was held yesterday, ‘na yeye one be that. Na now-now the real wedding go take place!’
“Between who and who?” Dayo interrupted her.
“Me and you of course’, Faith answered still fuming with anger.
“So, I am not the culprit here after all”, Foluke thought in her mind, “but who is this lady?”
Dayo’s voice interrupted her thoughts, “will you get out of here this minute or I shall call the security”, Dayo shouted.
“Call security for who?” Faith retorted. “After you have used me, you think you can dump me for this Idiot?
Foluke rose to her feet immediately and addressed Faith. “Listen young woman, I can’t stay here and have you insult me and my husband okay? Whatever transpired between you two was in the past, so please leave this minute.”
“And who do you think you are to be the Judge in this case?” Faith shouted. “Good question!” Foluke replied confidently, I am his lawfully wedded wife”, she showed Faith her wedding ring.
“Will you both stop this madness?” Dayo pleaded
“Oh! Don’t be silly, Faith replied ignoring Dayo. “You want to settle down with this cheat, this liar?”
“Yea! Because I married him for better, for worse!” Foluke answered positively.
“I can bet it with you, you can never enjoy your marriage with him, he belongs to me alone”, Faith emphasized.
“I reject it in Jesus Name! My marriage will be blissful and stand.” Foluke declared. “You are the one that will go back to hell where you belong, you daughter of Jezebel!
‘Paaaah!’ Faith landed a resounding slap on her face. ‘You dey craze. You think I am here to joke?’
Foluke cried out in pain, fresh tears running down her cheeks. “What is this Oh God! Barely 24 hours in my marriage?” She whimpered.
The restaurant workers came closer to intervene, one of them quickly dialed the number of the security while the rest awaited the reaction of the groom…
To be continued…
Poor Foluke, what do you advise her to do? If you were in her shoes, what will you do?