I Loved Her… She Loved Another!

I Loved Her… She Loved Another!

He watched as she sat on the edge of the bed, sitting so straight and stiff, she reminded him of a movie he had recently seen, where people were frozen in time. Letting out an exasperated sigh he got into bed, laid on his back and fixed his gaze on the light fitting above him. “This was supposed to be his wedding night, a night of bliss” he thought to himself. He had waited for this day for so long he had actually thought it would never come. Wondering were he had gone wrong, he reached out to again try and get her attention , but midway retrieved his hands. A part of him was scared of upsetting her further because  it was obvious she had been upset even throughout the ceremony.

With her eyes roaming distractedly through the crowd almost every second, he had wondered what was on her mind. Even when it was her turn to say “I Do” he had seen right through the pseudo smile she had on her face as she said the words. Her eyes alone had chilled his bones, making him feel like he had just been read his death sentence. At that moment, he had wanted to scream at the Pastor to stop the wedding procession… but he really did love her.

She could feel his eyes burning through her skin, as she felt him watching her before he got into bed. Afraid to move for fear of touching him, she scooted further to the edge of the bed, keeping her back even straighter. She had never imagined her wedding night would turn out to be this way, not amidst the fairy tales and fantasies she had built right from the time she owned her first doll. “The ceremony had been quick”, she thought, or then maybe it hadn’t ; she really couldn’t remember. her mind had been far off the entire time.

If her husband (she shuddered, wondering were that term had come from) had not gently sqeezed her hand when the Pastor was addressing her, she would not have known it was her turn to say the world famous “I Do”. Thank God for those emergency smiles she always had for backup, not even Kola (refusing the husband term) could have seen through them, …she was so certain.

He fidgeted in his seat as he watched her say “I Do”. A gentle smile creased his lips as he saw the familiar way her brows always came together every time she was unhappy. He could tell every gesture and action of hers…but what did he expect, they had been inseparable. They had shared a kind of love that most people spend their entire lives searching and wishing for.”You may now kiss your bride”… he came out of his reverie with a start as he heard the Pastor’s voice, “he couldn’t take this any more”, “what was he doing here?” he asked himself. His heart cringed with pain, it hurt so bad. It should have been both of them, he should be the one standing next to her and holding her hand. They had talked, dreamt and planned for this day all along, he still couldn’t believe his dreams had been taken away from him…. but it was his fault. He had come to accept his fate, if only he had not been so careless back in the university, then he wouldn’t have had temi (his five-year old boy). Temi… how he loved that boy, so he couldn’t bring himself to choose between Temi and Lolade. He couldn’t, shaking his head again as if to further convince himself…but that was what her family wanted. He made to leave, telling himself he had had enough. raising his head to look at her one last time, time stopped as he caught her staring straight at him…

For a moment she thought she was going to pass out, and then again she thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She blinked repeatedly trying to affirm that her sight was intact. “Tunbosun, at my wedding?”, as she asked herself this question she already knew the answer because it was like he heard his name, as he looked at her and their eyes were left locked. As much as she tried, she couldn’t help but think “your place is right here beside me”, “we should be taking this vow together, not me and …”. she looked away to look at the man who was now standing as her newly pronounced husband, her lips quivered, and her eyes glistened with tears. “Count to ten”, she told herself as she tried taking deep breaths to calm herself. Turning her face back to the crowd to find the face of the man she truly loved…

For that brief moment she turned her face, he silently found his way out of the church. “It was better that way” he tried convincing himself. “He should have left earlier”, “she wasn’t supposed to see him”, “he had just come to say goodbye”, he kept muttering to himself till he got into his car, shut the door, and broke down completely. He had seen through her eyes to the devastation in her heart, he knew she was unhappy, but he couldn’t tell her… couldn’t tell her that her famly told him they did not want a son-in-law who had a child already, that her mum had come pleading and crying, totally embarrasing him in church on a particular sunday, that her father had threatened (even attempted) to harm his boy, just so he could leave his daughter alone. He had tried to keep all these away from her, to protect her and the relatonship she had with her family, but now he felt like a loser. He started his engine and with eyes still blurry with tears backed out of the church’s gate. He should have heard the horn blaring, he should have looked more closely because… sreeeeeeeeeecccccccch “Crash”..the driver behind the wheels of the trailer had tried his best, but the brakes just didnt hold enough.

Her eyes darted frantically through the crowd, wondering how just a couple of seconds had been all he needed to disappear. Sadder though was the unshakeable feeling in her gut that that was the last she was ever going to see of him. if only he would just talk to her, tell her why they couldn’t be together. She knew her family were not too happy about his son, but it couldnt have been reason enough… or could it?. They were getting through it together…. or were they not? Those were the thoughts that occupied her mind through the rest of the church service, the reception and the trip back home, even up until now.

“Hmm”, he heard the deep sigh come from her, “hmm mm” he took a deep sigh of his own. They had been at this for more than an hour now, and her demeanour was making him feel very uncomfortable he could not sleep. “Buzz, Buzz, Buzz”, as he expected she didn’t flinch, probably didn’t even hear her phone vibrate. he reached out to pick up the phone which was beside her, the caller id showed Tinu… he knew Tinu was her best friend and she had even been her chief bridesmaid earlier. Now glancing at the bedside clock he wondered what could be so urgent for her to be calling this late. he tapped her (ever so gently), and she startled like she had been woken from a bad dream. “Your phone” he said and handed it over to her. “Hello…” he smiled on hearing her usual gentle tone, which was one of the numerous things he had fallen for. She put down the phone ad he was thinking how brief that call was when “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” her piercing scream filled the entire room, probably the entire neighbourhood. he would never forget that scream, because that was the last sound she ever made.



40 thoughts on “I Loved Her… She Loved Another!” by teewah (@teewah)

  1. Bloody Hell!!…Na so dia bond tite reach?..
    I like the way the story ended…Better she died, her new husband MIGHT mourn a bit and move on rather than being shackled to a wife and a ghost..
    It was straight to the point…the descriptions were not so ‘in the face’ but I guess the way u Told it makes it very Poignant…
    You do Write well Teewah..Well done..

    1. Thank u, @Bubblina just trying out the story writing part of me.

      1. shai (@shaifamily)

        U know what I fink u should av done ehn?
        Put a marker/breaker to highlight the shifts in the perspectives.
        Might av helped a lot.

  2. Oh shit.

    That’s all I can say. Oh shit.

    The guy was cheated. He caught a bum deal.

    Why did she marry him then?!

    Sometimes…

    You did well. You did well.

    1. I liked the “Oh shit” response. Its more than enough, thank u

    2. shai (@shaifamily)

      Makes me remember one funny foto I saw once, the bride giving the cameraman the middle finger.
      Made for a lot of postulations as to why she would do dt.
      Hahaha….

  3. Poor Kola!!…Poor Lolade!!…poor everyone jare…I like how you told the story

    1. Thank You, and I like the way you pitied everyone jare. lol

  4. Women are so crazy!

    1. Just the same way men are.

      1. men and women alike, our craziness compliments!!

  5. @Teewah, it happens……A LOT. I just feel for the both of them.

    Well done.

    1. Thanks @eletrika

  6. Huh! What a marriage. It was written nicely…

    1. thanks @ablyguy, am glad u like it.

  7. Lovely story. Like sorrowful lovely. Such is life. In the bid to fill the emptiness before time runs out, people end up in the wrong hands. And sometimes, you can’t shout. You just move on and hope it gets better.

    You write well teewah.

    1. I really apr8 ur comment, thank you!

  8. I almost dropped a tear through the read. Quite a tale that touches the heart.

    (A little typo though: You confused ‘were’ for ‘where’ in two instances, and used small letters in starting some fresh sentences.)

    You sure have the flair for the art @teewah

    1. hey, i apr8 you, thanks alot. And thanks for pointing out the typos errors

  9. Quite a nice and touching tale!

    1. thank u @rawligsunday, glad u like it.

  10. Nice story, but your conversations got a bit confusing in the 5th paragraph and a few others.
    I thought quotation marks are supposed to indicate the thoughts of the person in first person narrative, but when you say “he couldn’t take this anymore”, “what was he thinking?”…that really got me off. Were those supposed to be first person or third person narratives?

      1. @abbey And to answer your question, the story was told in a third-person narration form, as you would have noticed, so I believe that the quoted statements u referred to were ideal.

        1. Well @teewah, I may not be able to give you the technical descriptions or terms relating to what am explaining, but I would refer you to the first quotation in that paragraph, where she said “I do” and when the Pastor said “you may now kiss your bride”. Those were the exact words uttered by the person inferred by the preceding lines, and that’s why you put them in quotations to differentiate from the third person narration.
          But when you say “he couldn’t take this anymore” or “what was he doing here”, those are both in the third person narration, therefore do not require quotations, but you ended both with the statement ….he asked himself, meaning those statements are supposed to be the exact statements of the person narrating. But I don’t think the person would say to himself “he couldn’t take this anymore” or “what was he doing here”, rather I think he would say “what am I doing here”, “I can’t take this anymore”.
          I hope you get my point…thanks

  11. Geebee (@Gbenga-Olowosile)

    Wow! Gosh! Damn! What a sad tale. I like the way you told it. You had me from the first word till the last. We definitely live in a crazy world where we find ourselves in situations we’d rather not be. That marriage was doomed from the get-go and it’s best it ended the way it did, sad as it may have been, Nice one teewah!

    1. @Geebee am glad u took the tym to read it and also that you like it. Thank you

  12. Hmm. Teeeeeewaaaaah!
    Good job.

  13. I enjoyed the story, @teewah – I liked the way you switched perspectives and thus told the complete story – but the switches never felt jerky.

    I did think that the ending was a bit melodramatic; it would have worked well enough Tunbosun simply leaving instead of dying.

    1. @TolaO Thanks for reading and am glad you enjoyed it.

      Just didn’t want it to sound too cliche like; wanted something – couldn’t get it – let it go – the end. I still appreciate your comments though,thanks!!!

  14. Sad story. I felt a bit jerked around by the POV switching between different narrators though you tried to make it clear who was who. The story was worth it though. Nice one.

    1. Thank you @Myne, really apr8 your reading and commenting.

  15. shai (@shaifamily)

    This story is really good. Just like that poem, you introduce another “dust raising” theme….just check the amount of comments it has generated.
    I like very much.
    If only we can pick and choose all the time in life. Guy is dead, girl is now a veggie…dude is left with a really raw deal. A shame though, cos I don’t see what he has done to deserve that. But again, we can’t pick and choose all the time in life.

    1. hehehe…av u forgotten d innocent ones suffer the most.

      Thanks @shai, for liking and for ur insightful comment above.

  16. Touching. Such happens you know . Each loving another… Living a lie.thumbs up teewah

    1. hi @rhoda, thanks alot…i’m really glad you like this piece, and welcome to NS

  17. Lolade u shld hv resolved ur feelings fr kola bfr decidin to marry sm1 else, y wld u put urslf thru dt nd tie dwn sm1 who truly loves u?
    Tinu u r a bad friend! Hw cld u stnd by nd watch ur bestfrd gt married to anoda when u knw dt she loved sm1 else?! Yes u knew else u wldnt hv called her on her weddin night to break d news of her ex’s death. And why wld u decide to spoil her joy? Cldnt u wait till d honeymoon was over?
    Tuuunbosun!… I understnd ur need for closure but den if she rly meant d wrld to u den u shld hv bn honest wt her abt y u broke it off. She wld hv bn able to move on…but u left her wondering and den u showed up at her wedding, wat wer u tinkin?!
    Kola! Koooola! I’m sure u knew way bfr d weddin day dt lolade dd nt feel d same way..why den wer u tryin to force urslf on her? Y wld u do dt to urslf- bind urslf to a loveless marriage? U tnk ur love cn sustain d two of u? Hvnt u heard dt lettin sm1 go cld b d ultimate act of love? U cld hv spared her nd urslf d heartache ur selfishness caused.. I understnd dt u love her soooo much and wen we r in love smtyms we do nt tink strait…

    @teewah beautiful story…ur too much!

  18. Nice to meet you @topazo and thanks for dropping a comment…glad you liked it!

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