We arrived at the venue. It was an exquisite open-roof restaurant filled with people who screamed “money.” The serene ambience complimented the looks of the people entering, and it was not surprising. For a man like Opeibea’s husband, you could tell he had great taste even from his choice of gifts.
I had been married to Winston all this time and never had such pampering. Just imagine. I clicked my tongue and shook my head vigorously. I rebuked any bad energy and thought.
Mum got out first. I was a bit nervous. I carried myself as though I was a bad bitch but in reality, I was just cheese placed under the hot sun. I didn’t know how to face Opeibea’s husband. Come to think of it, I’ve never known his name. Opeibea calls him hubby. I chuckled. It’ll be hell-breaking if I attempt to call him same.
For a moment, I shut my eyes and laid back in the seat, briefly picturing telling “hubby” to pass me the salt across the table. Oh! the drama and shock which would spring up from the already dramatic Opeibea. Excitement arose within me as I daydreamed the whole process. And no, I wasn’t ashamed to do so. Shame and I were several metres apart.
Mom tapped my lap with a questioning look. This woman really has perfect timing. I was eager to see who the “hubby” would stand up for and the “accurate time keeper” chose now to mess it all up.
“Whatever is making you smile this way better continue else…”, Mum started.
Then she stopped. And looked between me and the chauffeur. I rolled my eyes and gestured her not to even think of it. She giggled and motioned me to step out.
“Why are you hiding all this beauty inside the car? Do you think you are still off the market? My friend, out!” She stated amidst smiles.
“Ouch, that hurt mum”, I faked pain and held my chest. She laughed so hard and nudged me. I haven’t seen her laugh this loud in a while. I felt happy seeing her this way.
My eyes involuntarily wandered to where Opeibea and her husband’s car was. I blushed. The breaking news was that Mr. Hubby was already staring at me. If eyes could devour, I’m sure I’d have had only my hip bone left.
I looked down, and simultaneously my name was called out. I looked in his direction again but realized he wasn’t the one calling. He was, instead, frowning. I was confused. The call came again, and this time I shivered. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Mum’s grip around me tightened, confirming my fears.
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.
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