“Did you just slap my bride?” Dayo thundered. “Yes I did and I will do it again” Faith retorted, not bothered about the damage she just caused for the new couple. A lot of things went through Dayo’s mind at the same time. He shut his eyes tight in a bid to bottle up the anger that was rushing through the whole of his being. He threw both hands on his head and stamped his foot at the same time in an aggressive manner. He opened his eyes in a flash and turned sharply to Faith “now you have done your worst, leave this minute and never return to my life again, I regret the day I met you”, he roared.
“Sho? Na so e easy?” Faith replied non nonchalantly and sank into the seat next to her. She crossed her legs, flinged a few strands of the braids across her face to the back of her head, not feeling a bit concerned about what Dayo just said.
Foluke stood up, still holding on to her cheek, refusing to believe that what just happened was not a dream. Slowly, she moved away from the scene, and walked towards the elevator. She has no strength to climb the stairs at the moment. Too many things happened to her just at once. The shock was too much for her to bear, she felt dizzy, her inner strength failed her, she wished she never got married in the first place and wondered who placed a curse on her on her wedding day……..this is not what Rev. Felix told me, and I told him, that iam not ready for all this.
Dayo leapt after her as she moved away, she saw him coming from the corner of her eyes. Dayo approached her and held her hand, “I am sorry Foluke, you can put the blame on me okay, are you alright? He pleaded.
“Get out of my sight” Foluke said in a soft whisper, snatching her hand from him, “I have had enough”, she responded trying to suppress the tears welling up again but she couldn’t, they flowed freely.
This time, Dayo was the one who felt so sorry. He felt as if a sledge hammer had been used to shatter his heart to pieces. His bride doesn’t really deserve this kind of embarrasment . Foluke exited the ground floor through the elevator. Dayo stood for some seconds not decided about what to do first- whether to console his bride or deal with the idiot in the restaurant. He went for the latter option; turning sharply, he approached the restaurant in fury, he needed to get rid of the trash he brought into his life with his own hands.
“Faith!” He shouted at the loath-some figure before him, “what have I done to deserve this great wickedness of yours? Is it a crime to be your friend in the first place? Must you be the one I will marry? You must be from the pit of hell like my wife rightly said and I will never forgive you for this.”
“Hold on sweet, calm your nerves, has she gone to pack her loads?” Faith asked expectantly. “You must be mad!” Dayo replied with so much hatred in his voice. “So that was your mission afterall?” To frustrate my wife to leave? You lie! It is obvious that you are sent from the devil himself, I rebuke you.”
Faith stood and walked up to Dayo where he was standing, she whispered into his right ear in a seductive manner: “Sweet heart, even if you will not marry me, I won’t allow that lady to stay married to you too. It’s either me or no one else! What happened between us that night is what I will never forget and I will never let go of you as long as I breathe…” I love you so much and you know that I love you dear.
“Then you should cease to breathe you demon! ” Dayo interrupted her angrily.
“Hahahaha!” Faith laughed and added, “your wish won’t come through my King, just marry me and you will have peace, I hold your life.”
Just then, the security men entered. Dayo quickly beckoned to them to get rid of Faith. She struggled with the men but in a jiffy, she was bundled out of the hotel. “I shall be back Dayo!” She screamed over her shoulders, “I promise you, either you like it or not you must marry me.”
“May I never set my eyes on you again”, he cursed under his breath.
He turned slowly and headed towards the stairs to face the wrath of his wife……..
To be continued.