Time flew.
From the moment I agreed to the marriage and Aunty took me to the market to at least get something presentable for it. To when the elders and his people shared kola and drank wine as a sign of agreement of peace.I barely had any time to rethink my decision. Even though I would have still arrived at the same decision, yet I wished I had more time, more time to myself.To meditate on what this meant for me, to think of how I would manage. I didn’t have enough time.Before I knew it I was married under the laws of customs. In the eyes of my people, I was already a married woman.At the age of 21 married a man I did not know.A Mrs was placed before my name within only 2 days, I didn’t have enough time to keep my title of Ms.I was now Mrs Kingsley, a name I was only aware of a few hours ago.I didn’t know how to feel, what to feel.“Mma”, I heard my new husband call, making me turn around to face him. His voice was just as it usually was, smooth and deep. Smooth enough not to startle you, but deep enough to bring chills down your back.He didn’t look like someone who would make me miserable, or make me regret ever being born. In fact as I looked into his light honey eyes I almost felt relieved it was him I was now married to and not another stranger.He wore a black senator today, the outfit was custom to his body, I could tell.It looked even more expensive than the suite, with beautiful gold cuffs that had the letters RK on them.He was indeed handsome, he was more handsome in a native attire than in a suit.He didn’t seem like the worst case scenario.“Sir?”, I stuttered, not really knowing what to call him.“Do not refer to me as sir, Chetachi”, he said.I swallowed not really knowing what to say to that. I wasn’t sure how he wanted to be referred to. Since today everybody has referred to him as sir, apart from those older than him.Even some of the elders mistakenly called him sir at certain intervals.I nodded not really knowing what else to do.I looked down avoiding his eyes, not wanting to get even more nervous.Before I knew it I felt his fingers grabbing my cheek lightly then pull my face towards him to look at him.The moment I looked up I felt as timid as ever. His eyes were kind, yet they looked so demanding.“Look at me when I talk”“You speak, my wife is not mute”, he said lowly.My lips parted unknowingly as I looked at him.“I’m sorry”, I mustered up the courage to say.“Ramiel”, he spoke, still holding on to my chin gently.Was that his name?It sounded like a name given to an angel. Angel Ramiel.“You call me that or any other thing,But never Sir, I am your subject, not the other way round”, he said simply.My mouth felt dry as he said those words.My subject?A man as handsome and wealthy as him, would be a subject of a woman like me? A woman like me with nothing to her name.He smirked as he watched me trying to compose myself.He let go on my chin and I fought the urge to look down again.“Time to go home”, he said, before turning around.I trailed not too closely behind him, wondering to myself how a man like him decided to choose me as a wife.We got into the car after saying my goodbyes to aunty and even taking her number as well, besides the fact that I had no cell to call her.The car was silent, just like the last time.Ramiel’s POVShe looked like she always did. Effortlessly breathtaking.Like the day I met her and she tumbled to the floor.Before she fell on her ass I stopped in my tracks looking at her, as she fought to get something out of her eye while a sack bigger than her was on her head.Then she ran into me unknowingly, not even suspecting that I could have been a person.Until she looked up at me.Her skin was fair and It betrayed her ever so often, when she felt shy or flushed.She was small, I had to look down when I watched her, it was worth it though.Chetachi was a beauty, not the kind of beauty that I was used to but a rare beauty nevertheless.I was used to overly educated women who walked on inches of heels and still kept their balance and posture and were never scared to look me in the eyes.They would shoot their shots and check me out as they pleased, whenever ever they pleased.They stated their intentions on the table, whether genuine or not, never caring of the consequences.I might scare them a bit, but I never made them squirm the way she squirmed in her seat while I moved over her to get her seat belt.I didn’t see myself being so mesmerized by a girl from my village.Last year before my mother passed and she asked that I get a wife from her hometown, I didn’t know what to expect.I didn’t know if to expect the woman I just chose as my wife.I felt thankful for listening to my mother just this once, or was it her doing?I could picture my mother smirking and saying, ‘I told you so’, as she sees me with Chetachi.She did.She said I needed a woman from her hometown, she said I would feel how much I fit perfectly with someone from there.I did feel like I fit perfectly.Perfectly with my wife.I was driving while stealing some glances now and then from Chetachi.She was looking outside the window, her hands were together, and I could tell by how closely her palms were to each other, they were wet with sweat.Today her hair was free from those rough braids and was neatly pulled up. Her hair was pitch black, despite how fair she was. Giving you a perfect and unaltered view of her face. Her forehead was a bit larger than the average, but it was cute. Her face was a small oval, making her chin pointy yet curved, and fit perfectly in my grand. Her dark eyes were the shapes of almonds, with dark thick lashes. I bet at the bat of her eye, you would fall into her control without a question.Her lips were full but small, with a pale shade of natural pink.Her skin drew my attention the most. Besides the fact I knew her life wasn’t the most glamorous, her skin remained flawless.She wore a gown that only hugged her slightly by the waist. Made of a brown material with patterns and designs of black and white.The dress only showed some of her chest but covered her breasts completely. It flowed down to her ankles and covered till her elbow.She looked beautiful.I wanted to say something so I could get her to look at me with those eyes, but I wasn’t sure what to say.I felt like she could hate me.For marrying her without her permission.Even though she was calm all through the procedure, I felt like she had a detest for me, for doing this.“Where are we going”, I heard her say, pulling me out of my thoughts.I pulled my eyes from the road and looked over at her. She was already looking at me.She didn’t seem angry or sad. I could tell she was nervous, but that was all I knew.“To the city”, I said, referring to the capital of Enugu.“You live in the city?”, she asked further.“No”, I said simply, looking back at the road.“Then where are we going?”, she asked again, a hint of irritation evident in her voice.“A hotel”, I said again.It was obvious she didn’t like being curious.“You don’t have a home in the city?”.“No.I don’t live here”.I looked over at her and her nose was scrunched in annoyance.“Where do you live?”, she asked.I looked away from her, smiling to myself for finally getting a reaction out of her.“Seattle”.I looked at her shortly and now both her nose and eyebrows were shrunken.I guess she didn’t know where that was.“That’s not in Nigeria”, she said.She guessed right.“Yes”, I said simply.“Where is it?”.“The United States”, I answered.“Of America?”, she asked.Her voice one pitch higher in clear surprise.“Yes”, I replied.“You live in America?”, she asked further, even though she already knew my answer.“Born and raised”.“You are an American”, she said lowly, as if to herself.“And you are my wife”.I heard her nervously shift in her seat, bringing yet another smile to my face.Cheta’s POVIn less than an hour we were in the city.Believe it or not I had never been.As we drove by the busy streets I looked at each and everything I could.The hawkers hawked all sorts of things, from ukpa to odara and even drinks.We even passed so many shops that showcased different clothes, some were showing the mannequins tummies or back or stopped just below their plastic asses.The clothes that caught my eyes were the trousers, the jeans and the trousers that came with matching tops.I wondered if Seattle was as busy as here.“You need new clothes”, I heard Ramiel say, pulling me out of my thoughts and making me turn to face him.“_____no”, I stammered, feeling a bit embarrassed that he caught me drooling at the shops.I looked away, feeling my cheeks go warm, I could feel his eyes on me, we were stopped on the road so he didn’t have a reason to look away.“Do you like black?”, I heard him ask.“———-no”, I stammered but spoke honestly.“What do you like?”, he asked.“Blue, yellow and purple”, I said, like he compelled every word out of me.“Red?”, he asked further.I looked over at him, his eyes weren’t on me, he was mindlessly tapping on the steering will as he expected an answer.“Red is fine”, I said simply then looked away.The car started to move again and I continued to look around, taking in every new thing I saw.Before I knew it we were packed inside a big compound.I looked out the window at the building, it was the biggest building I had ever seen.It had a waterfall right in front at the middle which looked perfectly in place and beautiful. I was too stunned to come out of the car.I was just about to reach for the door before it opened and Ramiel was at the other side, his void face on his face as I stepped out of the car.He offered me his arm, I took hold of it hesitantly and he led me forward, while his men tailed behind and a few walked in front.“Good afternoon sir”, an older man at the door greeted.Ramiel nodded in response as the doors made of glass pulled open as we walked in.Eyes if the workers followed Ramiel and me, I felt myself get very uncomfortable at the intense stares I got from everyone, even some that were definitely not workers.I felt Ramiel’s hand rest on my hand that held on to his hand. Weirdly enough it comforted me.“Good afternoon”, I heard someone greet me, making me look over to the woman. She wore a neatly pressed uniform and had a smile on her face as she referred to Ramiel.“The Kingsley reservations”, Ramiel ordered disinterested.I watched the woman fidget out of nervousness, probably at Ramiel’s harsh tone.She brought out two keys and Kingsley took them and led me away. I felt the need to apologize on his behalf. Instead I looked at her with apologetic eyes, which she responded to with a tight lipped smile.We stopped in front of metal colored doors. Ramiel reached to press a button and I watched him closely.The doors pulled open on their own a while later, the little room was empty and we walked in.I noticed a whole side of the wall had various buttons, Ramiel pressed on the one that said 3.I felt us start moving upwards.“An elevator”, I said out loud finally realizing.Ramiel looked at me curiously, but I was too in my own thoughts to be nervous.I read a lot, from the Bible to textbooks in secondary school to even dictionaries.I learnt new words I never had to use but today was one of the few times I could use a word.We were on an elevator.The doors opened while I heard a ‘ding’ sound.We walked out of the elevator. My hand still held on to Ramiel’s arm.We finally stopped at a white door, which I assumed was our room.Her eyes were lit the moment we walked into the hotel, but the moment the door to the room swung open, her eyes were as bright as fire flies. Her eyes wandered all around the room, from the ceilings to the walls and then the furniture. The room had a common area which we currently stood in, and two rooms. It wasn’t the best hotel I had ever been in but the look on her face made me glad I chose this one.“You should get some rest”, I proposed. I could tell my voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Like she remembered I stood next to her and she still had a grip on my arm. I led her to her room and she followed obediently. I wondered how obedient she could be. Cheta’s POVHe didn’t give me any time to react or thank him after dropping off at my room. The room was covered with shopping bags, with clothes and there were trays of food. Different food of all kinds. Swallow, with 4 different soups, fried rice, jollof, rice and stew, rice and vegetable, yam and egg sauce and some pastri
Her moaning made me fight myself not to kiss her. When her eyes shut closed and she chewed on a piece of food, a beautiful sound escaped her that I wished I could cause and hear at will. When my hands touched her smooth skin, her skin betrayed her and it tinted itself with red. I was glad she had skin that could tell me how she felt. I didn’t know how I got so mesmerized by a woman so quickly, but I didn’t care to fight it. As she sat on my lap and was tasting new food, I just watched her. I felt bliss. For most of my life, I worked day and night. On one thing or another, either taking steps to my goals or when my goals were accomplished I fought to stay on top. Yet with I felt the most relaxed I had been for years, her smile was all I wanted to fight for. The thought of her brought me so much relief and peace that I couldn’t think of her away. Despite the fact she didn’t know me, besides the fact she was practically sold by her aunt she wasn’t hostile or rude. She was anythin
I walked into my room feeling butterflies in my stomach. I wasn’t sure how a kiss should feel like, or how I should feel minutes later but I felt light, as light as feather. I felt like I was no longer bonded to the earth, instead I felt like I was floating. Was that how it was supposed to be? It didn’t matter, because it felt good. Ramiel wanted us to eat out for dinner. He told me to get dressed before he placed a delicate kiss on my cheek which I still felt minutes later. I opened the wardrobe and allowed my eyes scan through, hoping to find something I would like to wear. I dived in and spotted a beautiful blue dress, the dress only synched at the waist but was flowed down freely, it looked like it would stop a little above my knees. It was an off shoulder and had a lace pattern at the top making it very unique. The dress looked so unique and expensive.I don’t think I had ever worn or owned something that looked and felt this expensive. It was very obvious to me now that
I wasn’t sure for how long I was ‘shopping’ for. I had replaced my basket for a bigger one and now the bigger basket was replaced with a cart. He said to get whatever intrigued me, despite the fact that allot of things here intrigued me and I couldn’t get the whole shop. I carried items that were non perishable. I took some hair care products I had never seen before and all had good promises for natural hair. I got some snacks from the edibles sections, sweet things ranging from ‘cookies’ to just sweets and chocolates and ‘gummy bears’. I even got to the children’s section and was intrigued by a teddy bear and got that as well. Currently I was on the isle that had perfumes. My eyes had been wondering for a while, though many intrigued me, I wasn’t too keen on getting a scent that was too harsh or something I wouldn’t like. I couldn’t force myself to spray it till it was finished. Finally I saw two scents that did, making me pause in my tracks. Vanilla. The scent was familiar.
“Iris, what is this?Like the 5th time you’ve called me?I told you I will be back by Monday”, Ramiel complained into his phone. We were both in the living room, he suggested we watched a movie and we had picked Mulan. He somehow knew how to show what was on his laptop on the TV that hung on the wall. I was totally engrossed by the real life action of Mulan until a call interrupted us. Iris. The only name he had repeated in all the other calls. Why was she pestering him? What could be so important thatcouldn't wait till Monday? Beats me because I had no idea. “Then so be it Iris, if you can not handle the deal on your own then so be it. Goodnight Iris, it’s 10:42pm over here”, he said, cutting the call abruptly. “What is so important?”, I asked him, genuinely curious to know what the fuss was about. “This deal apparently couldn’t wait to be closed. They’re threatening to pull out”, he said. His voice showed frustration. “What’s going to happen if they do?”. “My company los
Somehow within the night, I ended up with my husband’s strong arm wrapped around me while my back touched his bare back. It felt good. He felt warm. Even with the blanket wrapped around me, I was still freezing. But when I felt his arms arms around me. I felt myself just melt into his warmth. He didn’t pull away even once. I was too light a sleeper to miss that. His grip around me stayed that way all through the night. From time to time he would move his head, or he would pull me even closer(if that were even possible). But that aside he didn’t let go. This morning when he finally pulled away and I felt a kiss on my cheek, my eyes slowly peeled open to the site of him. I watched his bare and perfectly sculpted back as he made his way towards what seemed like the bathroom. I sat up and yawned tiredly, adjusting to the little sunlight that lit his room. The room was less cold, I looked around trying to find the AC and then smiling when I realized it was off. “Did I wake you?”,
I wasn’t too sure what kept me stunned and speechless during Ramiel and Iris conversation. As usual it all seemed fast. I wanted to greet her, though I still felt she wouldn’t acknowledge me. I wasn’t the most outspoken person, that was something I knew for a fact. People barely noticed me and even when they did they would forget because I barely made an impression, I barely made an impact, I barely made them remember me. Or maybe I was wrong. But just a few moments ago when I stood beside my husband and watched his interaction with this beautiful and perfectly made woman, I was stunned and I felt so small the moment she graced us with her presence. The way her perfect, long legs took elegant steps on those high beautiful heels, the way she never loosed her balance, like every step she took was choreographed.She never got distracted by anything other than her purpose of being there. The way her beautiful green eyes challenged even Ramiel. She was strong, fierce, determined. I
I think the only bath I could compare to the one I just had would probably be baths my mother gave me when I was a baby. The moment I immersed myself completely into the warm coconut scented water, all my muscles relaxed and all my nerves thanked me. Ramiel sure knew how to prepare a bath. I found myself wishing he could give me a hand as I laid in the tub. I mentally slapped myself everytime my mind wandered to my dreamy and kind husband. It wasn’t like my thoughts were sinful, despite how much it felt sinful. I just felt they were too much. Ever since last night, like my heart had a mind of its own when he neared me. Like I couldn’t trust my body any longer, and it so happens I couldn’t trust my mind either. So even as relaxing and soothing my bath was, I couldn’t dream of getting Ramiel out of my mind. After I hopped out of the tub and felt rinsed properly, I went over to the sinc. I bent down and looked through the cabinet. Thankfully my hair products were there. I got t