WEDDING OF MY EX
Chris suddenly bolts forward. His phone, on the pas-s£nger seat, is ringing.
He looks at his phone. The image on it is a portrait of a beautiful young lady, and the name below it re-ads ANGEL.
Her real name is ELAINE BOATENG. She is 28 years old. She is Chris’ fiancée. Chris picks the call.
My love, it is getting late. Traffic demons again?
Yeah, but I’m at Airport junction. I will be there soon.
What’s wrong, love? You don’t sound so funky. Horror day again?
Nah, just a bit bushed out, I guess.
Hurry up and come home, my love. I’m going to ru-b you down real slow and show you a piece of heaven.
Hmm, yeah. I think I will like that, Angel. Love it when you’re in this kinda mood, sugar pie!
I’m all spre-ad out and waiting, Superman. Just fly and come and rescue me! I’m all heated up here, love.
Can’t wait to sing to your b©dy, Angel. See you soon. Bye.
He looks at the wedding card, and stares at the face of Effe Kedem. Suddenly he looks angry.
Leave me alone, Effe Kedem! Stay out of my life, devil!
He begins to drive again. Suddenly he starts hammering the steering-wheel with his fist.
Leave me the hell alone, Effe!
He snatches up his mobile phone again, activates the call list, selects a name, and dials.
A male voice answers. The voice belongs to STEVE HOLLISON, aged 38. He is Chris’ best friend.
What the dilly yoo? Are you at the fuel station?
Nah, man. I’m driving home. Elly’s waiting, so I gotta rush.
Eh, charlie, your own good oo! Say hi to her for me, ok?
Belt up and listen, you damn parrot. Something bad just happened. You won’t believe the $h!t you’re about to hear, man. Effe is getting married!
You’re not, by any stretch of the imagination, talking about Effe Kedem, are you?
Do I know any other damn Effes? Of course it is her, the greatest love of my life, the girl who broke my heart so badly that I almost committed suicide. Same girl, dude, same hell. And I’ve been invited to her hell of a wedding. She’s marrying some as-s-hole from South Africa, some damn…
Hey, hey, hey, man, slow down. Simmer down, rasta. Take it from the t©p. What happened?
What didn’t happen, dude? You just wouldn’t believe how small the world is! My bosses just invited me to Effe’s wedding!
You telling me you’ve been in t©uçh with Effe all this time?
Hell no! Haven’t heard from or seen her for four years! This is just one of those damn twists of fate! Our business p@rtner from South Africa decides to marry a Ghanaian girl, and he chooses no other girl than my girlfriend, can you believe that?
Not your girlfriend, dude. Not even your ex-girlfriend. That girl was death to you, man. But talk about crazy coincidences, and this surely beats any I’ve ever heard! Say, bro, what…
There are two sharp beeps in Chris’ ear, and then silence.
Hello, Steve, you there?
He looks at the phone, and redials. A mechanical voice tells him that Steve cannot be reached.
Steve’s phone has gone off. Chris swears, puts down the phone, and continues to drive. He ru-bs his forehead occasionally in obvious stress.
Oh, Effe! What’re you doing to me now? Why now, oh Lord, why now?
CHRIS’ LUXURY Ap@rtMENT IN HAATSO – NIGHT
Chris drives into a very beautiful compound. The house is flat and very nicely designed.
There is a white Nissan Rogue alre-ady parked in front of the house. It belongs to his girlfriend, Elaine Boateng.
He picks up the wedding card, looks at it for a while, and then he opens the glove comp@rtment and throws it in.
He picks up his l@pt©p and gets out of the car, and then he enters the house. The living-room is semi-dark, and he quic-kly doubles his steps as he nears be-droom door.
He pushes the door open silently. The be-droom is hvge, has a four-poster be-d. Gentle and soft music comes from the speakers.
It is an alluring and ro-mantic setting. She is lying on the be-d, propped up against the headboard, wearing a very short sky-blue nightdress. Her legs are slightly ap@rt.
He looks at her, and then he drops his l@pt©p and approaches the be-d. A happy smile pla-ys around herl-ips as she raises herself up to meet his k!ss.
They k!sspas-sionately, and her hands push his coat away and frantically undo his tie. He holds her desperately, k!ss!ngher ha-rd .
There is a flash as he recalls Effe’s face. Elaine reaches inside his shi-t and care-sses his che-st.
She unZi-ps his trou-sers, and her hand reaches in. Elaine st©ps suddenly even as he tries ha-rd to k!ssher.
She puts a hand on his che-st and gently pushes him back. Her eyes search his face.
What’s up, Tiger? The engine room is cold.
Just a bit bushed, I guess. Let me take a shower. That might do the trick.
Do that, Sweetness. I’m here, and I’m all yours.
Chris shirks his clothes and walks into the bathroom in his bo-xers. He leans against the closed door and exhales ra-pidly.
Effe, I will not let you do this to me, you damn bit-ch!
He turns on the shower. Cold water splashes over him, and he let it fall on him for a long time.
He emerges from the bathroom n-ked. Elaine watches him, and a mischievous look pas-ses across her lovely face.
Their k!ssis fervent, their de-sire strong. They m0@n as they make love. Later, he falls asleep.
Elaine lies beside him, her face happy as she lazily watches the muted television.
Suddenly a soft dinging sound comes throu-gh. It is Chris’ mobile phone’s message tone. She takes his phone out of its trou-ser cl!pand glances at the screen.
It re-ads: NEW MESSAGE FROM STEVE.
What’re you bad boys up to?
She inputs Chris’ pas-sword, opens and re-ads the message from Steve.
SORRY. HAD LOW BATT AND DE FON WENT OFF. WE’LL TALK LATER BUT U KANT GO 2 EFFE’S WEDDING. OPT OUT CUZ IT’LL BRNG BAD ENDINZ. SEE YA LATER.
She re-ad s the text message again, and then she glances at the slee-ping Chris.
She shakes him awake.
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