fiction relationship

MARRY ME

I am at Farida’s Boutique with my best friend Dupe. I can’t seem to find the perfect gown for this special evening. Yes I want this evening to be special and memorable because Femi is going to propose to me, this special evening.

“Kike, look at this one. It’s beautiful.” Dupe says, holding up a black gown with silver beads scattered all over it. Please don’t say no.”

“You know I have to try it out first.” .

I know Dupe is exhausted. We’ve been out since 7a.m. First we stopped by Kell’s Mall to pick a silver shoe and an expensive silver clutch (for goodness sake, who buys a clutch for 10,000 naira…mtchewwww..) before heading to the boutique.

“Kike, hurry up. You know you have get home for a shower before your outing.”

“That reminds me, we’ve not picked my perfume yet.” I utter, as I stepped out of the dressing room in the black gown.

“Oh my God!” Dupe exclaims. “You are definitely picking this.”

I smile, turning to take a view of my backside in the mirror.. This is perfect, I mutter.

“Madam, the gown fit you well well. Na correct designers o.” the sales girl says

Ten minutes later, I am out of the boutique, satisfied and elated. Everything is set- I had the right tailor for my wedding dress, the names of my bridal girls, the colour of lace for my engagement, my hair stylist, caterer. This evening would  just wrap everything up.

Oh Lord, I’m ready to be the best wife Femi will ever pray for. I want to be the exact version of that woman in Proverbs 31, I sighed deeply.

5:30pm.

Dupe hugs me tight as I stand beside the taxi. ” Call me OK?”

I nod and step in.

“Yellow Chilli.” I say to the taxi driver. He speeds off.

6:05pm

The taxi pulls in front of the restaurant. I see Femi, standing at the entrance. He is dressed in a smashing black suit with a blue shirt underneath it. He walks towards me just as my feet touch the concrete floor.

My heart beat races. I swallow hard.

He pays the taxi driver while our hands are still locked together.

“You look stunning.” He says, when the taxi pulls away.

I nod and smile, words have suddenly disappeared from my mouth. We enter the restuarant and he leads me to a table at the rear. That is when I see her. A beautiful fair skinned lady.

“Who is this?” I say. The sight of something glittering around the middle finger of her left hand is disturbing.

“Kike, sit down. This is a special moment.”

I remain standing. I must get to the end of this.

When I wouldn’t budge, Femi rubs his hands together and begins. “OK, Bisola, this is my bosom friend, Kike”

She smiles. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Femi has said so much about you.”

I am losing my patience.

“Kike, this is Bisola, my Fiancée.”

‘What?’

I storm out of the restaurant.

“What’s wrong with you?” Femi says, when he finally catches up with me.

“Femi you are a callous, cold-hearted and wicked man. For three years we’ve been friends and you never mentioned her to me.”

“But you never asked.”

My voice is shaky. “But you divulge private things about yourself without my permission. Those night calls every week, the outings, the hangouts…how am I supposed to forget them..Femi, I know your moods, your best food, your best colour, the number of children you want to have, what you are allergic to…We’ve shared deep things together.”

“That’s because you are my closest friend. Wait a minute. Were you thinking I was interested in getting married to you?”

“Just get out of my sight.” I walk away.

He stands in front of me. “I’m sorry I should have told you. But I wanted this to be a surprise. I’ve always thought you knew we were friends with no strings attached.”

“Can I go home now?” I say. He nods slowly.  I flag down a cab.

I cried all the way home.

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Even life teaches us how important it is to have a definition for everything we do. It won’t take much from you if you can just clarify certain issues that have only been based on your assumptions. You might find out that what you were thinking is actually not what it is. Save yourself from that pain and hurt.

2 thoughts on “MARRY ME”

  1. If this na play make them stop am. Sometimes, when these kinda relationships exist, people should learn to ask questions. By the way, Femi is bad guy. No two ways about this. That sister get mind sha.

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