I quickly went to bathe, dancing like a little child who was given toffee. My phone kept buzzing with messages. These MTN folks and their consistency. I giggled. I dressed up. This one was different. I chose a body-hugging dress, with long sleeves and a cowl neck. It was parted from the side downwards.
Then for the hair, I allowed it to cascade down my shoulders. And the makeup screamed, “we are not here to play”. I gave myself a final look and felt proud of my work. I was beautiful and gracious and no one would take that from me. I am Velma.
I left the room and locked it because that maid could be lurking anywhere around. I headed downstairs. While descending, a familiar voice screamed my name. I looked up. Oh, Jessica, my third eldest cousin who doesn’t believe in marriage. I smiled at her shock and continued descending.
The shock wasn’t just on the face. It was on the face of everyone in the entire room. Well, except mum who fist-bumped me in the air. I gave out a small smile. I guess that was her little way of saying “that’s my baby girl”. The maids were not left out. And oh Opeibea too, their shock was everything.
“Ermm, aren’t you overdressed for the occasion?” Opeibea broke the silence with her irrelevant question.
“I’m ready to go when you guys are”, I said, ignoring Opeibea completely. This was Opeibea throughout childhood. Always wants the best for herself alone and sees everyone as a competition. I had indeed been over-dressed but then who asked her to underdress?
Everyone exited the hall one by one. Opeibea was first. I guess the embarrassed should escape first. Her husband and I were last and I wouldn’t be lying if I said he was looking into my soul. I loved the attention, undeniably. Who doesn’t? I got to the doorway and he placed his hand on my small back. That was unexpected! I shivered and looked back sharply. He winked and hushed me. Well, well, well… Wasn’t he a bad guy?
A voice kept screaming S-T-O-P in my head but my body language was telling me to enjoy life. I quickly left the hall as he went back in to instruct the maids on what to do whilst we were away. His perfume continued to linger in my memory and for a moment, I savoured the feeling of having someone’s husband. The cars were three. This is wealth, I thought.
Mama and I sat in one car and it was serene. Maybe from the outside. Because my insides were all moving in different directions. I felt wet downstairs. All this because of the few minutes I spent with Opeibea’s man.
This was going to be an exciting night. The chauffeur looked quiet. So I distracted myself by speaking to him. He turned out to be interesting. And did I say his voice was erotic too?
Akua Karle Okyere
Akua Karle Okyere is a lifestyle blogger at The Vocal Ghanaian and also a PR technician. She enjoys researching on travels and tours and writing fictional stories in her leisure time.
Things are getting interesting, such nostalgia. Hopefully it shouldn’t end in tears for whoever it may be 😂
This opeibea
Interesting
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