18+ PLEASE! (This Series is not suitable for anyone below 18)
Dento became fearfully numb when his mother cut the phone abruptly; she was obviously resisting the temptation to change her decision by her son’s next words. In his mind, Dento could picture his mother grabbing her car keys and heading towards the hotel in her green Toyota Serena.
It wouldn’t take too long for her to get to them anyway, since she was still in Ibadan – at his residence, resting from the wedding stress. Now Dento had disturbed her rest because of his problem, and he began to feel guilty, the thought of her calling his father and the other relatives along worsened his guilt.
Dento’s speech had been too quick, and he wished he hadn’t behaved so naively, at least every marriage has its own problems and it began immediately the couples say I DO, so why had he allowed impulse to take over him? He wondered.
‘Mama is coming’ he said uncaringly, although aware that his wife already heard.
‘To our Honeymoon?’ Dento felt uncomfortably guilty, Esther’s voice was cold too, as if she had not heard the previous discussion. ‘I thought you were smarter than this.’ She concluded with a frown. ‘Dento, what is the problem? What have you demanded that I have not given to you?’
‘I should be asking you the same question?’ He roared aggressively, ‘I have nursed the beautiful thought of how my wedding night would be, and you totally shattered the plan yesterday.’
‘How?’ She asked naively, although anger was still obvious in her tone, ‘did I stop you from doing anything you wanted to?’
There was silence; he was as blank as she was. In his heart, Dento knew where she had failed him, but he couldn’t make out words to express his point. He wanted it to be sweet – he wanted beautiful sex, but his wife needed to be taught that and Dento wished he knew where to start teaching.
‘See dear, this is not how other couples do it.’
‘Sex. You should allow yourself get into the mood too.’
‘Did I tell you that I am not in the mood?’ She requested.
‘No, but you are not showing it.’
There was silence again, he walked up to her, and sat beside her. She smelt good, but it wasn’t the smell from perfume, she was naturally neat, simple, prim and proper. He drew closer to her and attempted a kiss, but she took her cheeks away and stood off the bed.
‘After calling your mother into our matter, you really think that I would co-operate?’ She didn’t allow him to make any more comment before leaving the room and headed towards what seemed like a sitting room in the hotel.
Dento was still staring confusingly at the empty bed she had stood from, when they both heard the knocks at the door. She ran back into the room, obviously afraid to open the door. Dento had to walk towards it himself, his heart pounding at what the next event had in store as he opened.
The door was half opening when Mrs. Chukwu flung it fully open. In her anger, she almost slammed it against her own son.
‘Where is she?!’ She neglected that she had almost hit him with the door.
‘Mama we -’
‘Where is she?!’
The old woman found the young bride sitting on the room bed. She charged into the room and maintained a short distance between them. Esther was sitting on the bed; her body was properly glued by her fingers intertwined over her knees. She didn’t know if to greet the combative woman or to watch what she was up to first.
‘Good morning mama.’
‘What is the issue with you?!’ The older woman shrieked.
‘Mama, there is no problem with me.’
‘So, why are you refusing to fulfil your bridal duties to your husband ehn?’
‘Mama I. . .I . . .I did everything that he asked me to, I. . .’
‘You’d better shut your mouth before I decide to shut it for you. Are you calling him a liar?
You know his marrying you has never been what I consented to in the first place. I had always warned him to marry any Akwa Ibom girl; there are many girls in his father’s village who would do anything to have him.’
‘Mama, but I didn’t. . .’
‘I said shut up!
See, ehn, there are many ladies even here in the city that would sacrifice anything to get him. Now, you have the guts to deny him of the . . .’
‘Mama, I did not deny your son of any. . .’
‘I said shut uppp!’ In her anger, the older woman ran toward the girl to descend series of slaps on her face, but the timely intervention of her son, who was now in the room with them, resisted her from continuing.
Dento clutched his mother’s arms, embracing her huge body altogether, to resist her from continuing the series of slaps. He pulled her back, and watched Esther reeling in the pains of the three hot slaps that had landed on her.
‘Esther, this wasn’t what I planned. I’m very sorry.’ Dento held his mother in a tough wrestling grip. Mrs. Chukwu struggled continuously to set herself free. The limitations around charged her even more and she was hell bent on completing what she started. She finally got her chance when Dento carelessly let her go in an attempt to pacify his bride.
Mrs. Chukwu flew away from him,
‘Mother, you are taking this too personal. Today is Sunday; you should be in church for crying out loud!’
Mrs. Chukwu ignored her son and pounced on the naive girl suddenly, making Esther starkly disorientated. Dento ran towards her to intervene again. He knew she wasn’t fighting for him anymore, she was fighting something else which he could at present not explain.
Gosh! O God, why have I allowed the devil to use me this Sunday morning? – he thought, regretting his spontaneous call.
As he moved to stop her, Mrs. Chukwu swept her hands to prevent him, and she coincidentally pushed his lanky body against the table. Dento would have fell flat on the floor and perhaps gained his balance quickly, but his head hit the table in the room when he fell; thereby breaking the tray, upsetting the jug of warm tea, the few slices of bread left and shattering the two mugs on it. Something began to feel warm in Dento’s head, while his mother and wife darted their shocking stares quickly in his direction.
‘Dento!’ One or both of them shouted at the sight of blood seeping out from the man’s head.
Dento lay still on the floor for some seconds savouring the warm feel in his head which was concentric to the pieces of broken glasses. The last sight he saw was his mother shoving Esther off from coming towards his direction as she bent to lift him up. She appeared to be saying something like “Leave! Leave! See what you’ve caused for my son?”
Why is mother this pugnacious? He thought.
In the comfort of her grip, Dento blacked out.