Honey Moon – Episode 1
“What a glorious day!” Dayo sighed as he led his newly wedded wife into the elevator that would take them to the room they booked for their honeymoon in one of the finest hotels in town. They just left the hall of their wedding reception which was about 30 minutes drive from the hotel. Foluke smiled back at her husband and yawned, “Oh! I am so tired, I danced so much with those high heels like there is no tomorrow! She said and yawned again.
“Hey! Sweetheart”, her husband replied, “do not tell me that you are too tired to fulfil your promise, we had a deal remember? We both agreed to have a vigil tonight in order to commit this marriage into God’s hands”.
“Yea, I do remember”, Foluke answered tiredly, “Let’s get to bed on time, we will wake up at exactly 2:00 am for the prayers. “Alright then”, her husband agreed.
They got into their hotel room, had a shower and later ate the Jollof rice that Foluke’s mum packed for them for dinner.
. Afterwards, they went on their knees and prayed to God, thanking HIM for the success of their wedding, and thereafter went to sleep. They had both agreed not to have s€× on their wedding night but instead decided to dedicate that night to a series of fervent prayers committing the journey of their marriage into God’s hands.
They actually made good their plan. Foluke’s alarm woke them up at exactly 2:00 am as earlier scheduled. Foluke led the songs of Praise while Dayo led the prayers. They prayed till around 4:30am after which they went to the bathroom, this time around together to have a shower. They both felt shy seeing each other’s uncladness for the first time ever since they met. One thing led to the other and they had s€× that very morning.
“What is this Foluke?” Dayo queried his bride. “I expected you to bleed being your first time,” he continued trying to suppress his anger.
“I…I…I actually thought I should too” Foluke stammered, trying to fight back the tears that clouded her eyes.
“Liar!” her husband barked at her. “Ha-ha, why are human beings like this? If you had told me you were not a V-rgin, I would still have proposed marriage to you anyways, but why lying? I hate this kind of attitude, I hate it!” He yelled.
“But I didn’t lie”, Foluke cried. “God is my witness, I just don’t understand…”
“Shut up! You shameless pr-stitute, bloody liar! I loved and trusted you, is this how you repay my innocent love? Do I deserve this betrayal?”
“But Honey, please believe me, I am a V-rgin, I swear to God”.
“Will you keep quiet? Dayo scre-med in anger. Your not being a V-rgin is not the issue I have but the fact that you lied to me and you are still lying right now”.
“Noooooo!” Foluke continued crying…
It was 7:00am already. Dayo changed into a casual wear and stormed out of the room in anger.
“Dayo please wait, let’s sort this out, Pleeeeaaaase.”
Foluke was devastated. “God, how come my honeymoon is turning into a nightmare all of a sudden? But why didn’t I bleed? I thought V-rgins do bleed during their first s€×, What has happened to meeeeee?” She continued talking to herself. Oh God! Have mercy, I don’t want to lose my husband’s trust. God, I just prayed to you this morning that you be the driver of my marriage, Holy Spirit, please soften the heart of my husband and take control.
She cried bitterly on the bed, checking the bed sheet again, hoping to see traces of blood that could restore her hope but the sheet was as white as wool!
Her decision changed when she met Dayo.
Oladayo was then a 500 level Civil Engineering Student
. They had met at a Seminar held in honour of the graduating students that very year. Dayo was so much interested in Foluke the very moment he set his eyes on her. He had never been in a relationship too but was really attracted to her. They exchanged contact and started their friendship. Though, they had no strings attached at first, but they gradually became so fond of each other that they both became an Item on campus.
Not long after, Dayo graduated and went for his National Youth Service in one of the South-Southern states of Nigeria. Nevertheless, he kept in touch with Foluke all through. The day he finally proposed marriage to her was the happiest day of his life because Foluke immediately accepted to marry him
. Theirs was a holy courtship. He was a V-rgin and he looked forward to his wedding night with Foluke.
A year after his proposal, Foluke completed her NYSC programme and a year later, they had a beautiful wedding, a dream come true!
Foluke paced through the hotel room for some minutes. She tried calling her husband’s number but it wasn’t getting through. ‘Where on earth could he have gone to?’ She thought. What is supposed to be a joyful honeymoon has suddenly turned to an episode of tears for her. She resumed her crying again. Just then, a thought flashed through her mind.
“Could that be?” She asked herself.
“No, it can’t”, she continued in her thoughts, shaking her head vigorously. She wasn’t really sure of her thoughts.
She reached for her phone and dialled her mum’s number. “Mommy! Please come over, my marriage is on Fire!” She scre-med into the phone.
“Which marriage are you talking about Foluke?” Her mother asked in alarm…
To be continued…
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