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|Re: The Wedding Night by horlah1(f): 5:17pm On Aug 22, 2017|
More strength to u
|Re: The Wedding Night by Gloryejims(f): 5:35pm On Aug 22, 2017|
I'm falling in love....
But Dayo and Tomi have been dating for 7 yrs or wah??
I'm a humble follower dear
|Re: The Wedding Night by degelinglacis: 5:36pm On Aug 22, 2017|
They are not dating. Was that the message you got from the last update?
|Re: The Wedding Night by Gloryejims(f): 6:47pm On Aug 22, 2017|
The boy is referring to her as mother.... But my fingers are crossed sha
Keep it up
|Re: The Wedding Night by degelinglacis: 6:59pm On Aug 22, 2017|
|Re: The Wedding Night by kweenie: 10:03pm On Aug 22, 2017|
more more updates please wonderful story ere
|Re: The Wedding Night by Pearl05(f): 8:56am On Aug 23, 2017|
Why is it that most guys don't like their friends dating the sister?
|Re: The Wedding Night by degelinglacis: 9:04am On Aug 23, 2017|
I tire o
|Re: The Wedding Night by Pearl05(f): 10:29pm On Aug 23, 2017|
More update please.
|Re: The Wedding Night by Pearl05(f): 12:19pm On Aug 26, 2017|
Where our update ma?
|Re: The Wedding Night by horlah1(f): 6:30pm On Aug 26, 2017|
Ma'am u write well...
Hoping for the best for all of them
|Re: The Wedding Night by Best1708: 8:24am On Aug 28, 2017|
|Re: The Wedding Night by FaithfullyUrs: 4:30pm On Aug 29, 2017|
|Re: The Wedding Night by Thastie(f): 4:49pm On Aug 30, 2017|
|Re: The Wedding Night by TessaJ(f): 7:50am On Sep 02, 2017|
No update yet?
|Re: The Wedding Night by Pearl05(f): 8:42pm On Sep 03, 2017|
|Re: The Wedding Night by Osedagal(f): 11:22pm On Sep 03, 2017|
|Re: The Wedding Night by degelinglacis: 6:07pm On Sep 04, 2017|
Stella held her breath as she punched the keypads arranging Adetayo's calendar. She was on the verge of tears and she wouldn't do it here especially not in the presence of Amenze------her arch enemy. It hadn't been her intention to make an enemy of her, heck! She hardly thought of Amenze more than a secretary who was brought to relieve her of this tedious job. If only she hadn't been stressed out that morning, she would not have lashed out that way. The right thing to do was to apologise but she wouldn't. What was the point anyway? She was only here for a while till she snatched her prize.
Her vision blurred with tears as she relieved the most crushing scene------the one she'd been trying to forget. Before her eyes she saw Adetunga lecturing her in his friend's presence. He humiliated her. She slammed the laptop shut ignoring the sympathetic look on Amenze's face.
She was probably sorry for the laptop. But Stella cared not. She only just started slamming things.
"What went wrong at the CEO's meeting?" Amenze's question pushed her further than the limit.
She kept the tears at bay until she was safely in the restroom, slamming the door behind her. Hot tears fell freely drenching her shirt. She cried noisily, blowing into the tissue at intervals. She couldn't bring herself to stop. She didn't want to stop. She was the fool who allowed herself to be used by a father who cared nothing for her. She was a grown woman in her early twenties she shouldn't live her life solely to please her father. And that was what she'd been doing since the beginning of time. She was a pushover who jumps when daddy snapped his fingers because she was attention-starved. She was the odd one among his children. The one who had no talent, the average-student and the one who never won a scholarship. She knew she could cope with the science subjects, even if she was not the best in her class, she could at least had C in all her exams. But her father had insisted she was better off in an art class. She had refused, damming the consequences of disobeying her father. She joined the science class and she was doing well in all her tests. A 13/20 which was her highest wasn't a bad score. Sometimes she scored 11.5, it made her scared and worried but the school counsellor had assured her it was fine. He told her she need not be a genius but a consistent student. It was during the mid-term examination her father came to her class. He must have heard she was a science student. He was very annoyed, screaming in anger while the principal did all she could to calm him down.
"She can't be in this department. She hardly make good grades" he said that in the presence of her classmates.
"She's trying. I have her scores here" the woman said showing him her record book.
"11,12,13,12.5" her father recited out loud "And you think she can make it with this poor result?" he glared at the woman.
"Miss Banjo, tell daddy what you want to become in the future" the principal urged
The thirteen year old Stella stood up with her cheeks drenched in tears. The class fell into a hush. Everyone was ready to listen to the average student speak. Her father glared at her but she had promised herself to be bold, to stand up for her dream.
"I want to become a medical doctor" she said in a loud voice. The principal beamed at her. While her father and the rest of the class dissolved into a wicked laughter. That was the day she lost her spirit and saw herself for what she was; nothing. She was nothing.
Years later, she still remember the humiliating experience. It totally demoralised her that she hardly put effort into anything. Her father chose political science for her to study, she had accepted his choice obediently. If he thought she could only excel in that area so be it. During her university days she made an attempt to reach her mother but the woman replied her email saying she had washed her hands off anything Banjo. She did not want her just like her father. Stella had been praying for a day when she would be totally free from her father's influence, she was hoping it would be after her university days. But here she was stuck in a multinational company. She was not just here, this time she was doing something for herself. She spent her time studying hospitality and tourism management. She hoped to go into event planning in the future and probably own her dream restaurant.
But this attraction she had for Tunga? To be honest, painfully honest, she was still here six months because she had this magnetic pull towards him she can't explain. If her father had sent her to an ugly looking old man, she would surely rebelled the second time damming all the consequences.
She had hoped even prayed he would end up liking her. But this morning it was clear she was making a fool out of herself.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid" she repeated, her tears had long since dried. Now it was a pounding head.
"How did I got myself into this?" she'd let everything she learnt about Tunga overwhelmed her. How he rose from ashes, taking his siblings along with him. She'd turned him into her night a hero. A man that could do that for his siblings was capable of love. He would save her from her father and filled her empty life with love. A huge part of her wanted him to devote his attention to her just like he did with Adetayo. But right now she was angry at him and herself for the humiliation she was putting up with. Her angry mind prayed he was knocked down by his cows. She chuckled at the image of Adetunga attacked by cows forming in her mind. Gradually she forgot her predicament------------that she needed Adetunga to marry her so she could get away from her domineering parent. She laughed out loud failing to notice the tightness in her chest. Until she began wheezing, her lungs burn and breathing became very hard. She was scared. Her bag where she kept her inhaler was in the office. There was a time she prayed the asthma should kill her, but today she didn't want to die. With hands that shook, she held onto different things just to reach the door, she needed to find her inhaler badly. God please! She used the little strength in her to push the door open but it wouldn't budge.
Her fears grew, she mentally told herself to relax and breathe slowly. But she couldn't. Every breath was difficult than the last. She shouldn't have slammed the door. Now she was going to die, and alone.
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|Re: The Wedding Night by trendymiss(f): 6:16pm On Sep 04, 2017|
Nice story..thumbs up to you.. But please ma, try and update more often.
|Re: The Wedding Night by Pearl05(f): 9:54pm On Sep 04, 2017|
Weldon ma. Please speed up updates.
|Re: The Wedding Night by Halyma(f): 10:12pm On Sep 04, 2017|
|Re: The Wedding Night by Jane1234f(f): 10:54pm On Sep 04, 2017|
Well done Op
|Re: The Wedding Night by Ehi07(f): 10:21am On Sep 05, 2017|
I love your story. Something tells me Amenze & Adetunga will fall in love o I can't wait . Op please is their anyway I can get full story.... I don't mind buying it o
|Re: The Wedding Night by Ehi07(f): 10:21am On Sep 05, 2017|
Update is painfully slow but we'll done.
|Re: The Wedding Night by kweenie: 1:44pm On Sep 05, 2017|
nice story here but the update is slow what can be done to make it faster(lol) we are waiting o
|Re: The Wedding Night by itsandi(m): 2:42pm On Sep 05, 2017|
Wow! Interesting story. You can read other cool stories on Tushstories via
|Re: The Wedding Night by Twinkle004(f): 6:28pm On Sep 05, 2017|
Am patiently waiting for Adetunga and Amen to meet ooo. I foreseen them getting married..
|Re: The Wedding Night by degelinglacis: 10:31pm On Sep 05, 2017|
From the moment he mentioned Rotimi's name in his angry outburst, all the memories Adetunga buried long ago came back to him. Fresh and saddening. He had just graduated from the University and had skipped the NYSC scheme. He saw no reason why he should spent one year serving one country when he could put all his hard work on the plot of land he inherited from his father. Well, he might have even considered the scheme, if he was posted in Ogun State not a far away Minna where he was certain he would end up been a school teacher living on meagre salary from the government. He was a family man with responsibilities, his siblings just gained admission and someone has to foot the bill. He'd been the one insisting Adetomilola chose a nursing school, now that she was admitted, he had to raise two hundred and forty one thousand naira for her school fees. Adetayo's fees was a piece of cake. He'd already paid that but he was not happy that his younger brother had no accommodation. Hence he worked like a slave. Twelve to eighteen hours just to keep his head above water. But still it amounted to almost nothing, he wasn't able to save a quarter of Adetomilola's school fees. He had sold almost all his parents properties just to keep them in school. They were left with faded clothes. He couldn't remember the last time he bought a new pair of jeans. It was so bad that some of his friends at the university started cutting him off, he didn't care of course. He knew his suffering would soon be over. His determination to succeed was only been tested by his creator, once he passed, everything would become green. Just that the date, the time and the year was unknown to him but he was certain it was near.
A month on, he was almost giving up and was about telling his sister to come home. She had told him with tears how she couldn't attend class and was thrown out of the hostel; her space was given to another student who has completed her fees. Now, she was squatting outside the school. And she has stopped reading since she wouldn't be sitting for the weeding exam that would be coming up in four weeks time. She had pleaded with him to send her transport fare so she could come home. He felt like a failure. He did not want any of his siblings out of school. He wished his parents were still living and they wouldn't be in this terrible situation.
He gathered the few corns he harvested and was happily pushing his wheel barrow when a lady in NYSC outfit approached him. She said she and her friend were posted here for their PPA but they were not satisfied with the accommodation the school gave them. She wanted to rent an apartment and she would be glad if he could help her find one.
"I will pay you for your time. I don't know anyone here and I can't speak their language. Please take me to any nice landlord you know" she pleaded
Adetunga's first thought was that she was beautiful. She was so enticing and he was dead tired of his relentless fifteen hour days and gruelling work he did at his farm. He wanted to spend time with her, charm her and who knows at the end of the day they might spent the night together.
"How do you know that I understand English?" he asked her
"You were singing líl wayne, mirror on the wall" she replied smiling at him.
A smile that melt his inside. A smile that made him forgot his troubles. A smile that set his male hormones on fire.
He led her to his street, he knew some people that needed tenants. He listened to her talk, she told him her name was Funke and she, together with her older siblings grew up in Ghana. She was in Nigeria to complete her university education and after her NYSC she would be going back to her family. She was so relaxed with him that he wondered if she wasn't aware of his clothes and the machine he was handling. He was startled when she touched his upper arm while laughing at something he said. No woman had ever listened to him or even allowed him closer to them. He was enthralled by her.
"So, which house is it?" she asked
It was then an idea came to him. Why not rent out his dad's house? It was built in a way three people could share them well except the sitting room. As the idea formed in his mind, he was mentally packing their little properties to the sitting room that would serve as his bedroom henceforth. The three rooms had its own bathroom and toilet and there was one kitchen they could all share.
He took her to his house and showed her around. She seemed to like it and called her friend over. They rented two out of the rooms and the payment was more than he needed for Adetomilola's school fees.
That marked the beginning of their love affair. Adetunga didn't spent two weeks in the sitting room before he moved in with her. She was the soothing balm for his strenuous days. She was kind, generous and was always keeping hot meals for him. Gradually as months rolled by, he fell deeply in love with her and didn't want her to leave after her NYSC. He convinced her and they got married at a customary court. A mistake that ruined him.
The wedding night started in horror. His bride was frowning from the moment they stepped out of the court room. One would have thought he'd dragged her there with a rope.
"Funke, I am sorry. I know this is not the type of wedding you wanted. But I promise you before the end of your service, I will save enough money for the traditional marriage and we can have that dream wedding" he pleaded. But his soothing words didn't change her facial expression. She kept walking beside him in anger. He did all he could to cheer her up but it seemed his charming nature was no longer functioning.
They got to their home and Funked paused as if she was seeing the house for the first time. The badly chipped and peeling paint, the green plants that surrounded it. She hissed loudly and went ahead of him. Adetunga sighed he had never seen her like that. He waited for hours till he was sure she would be sleeping before he joined her in bed. He was about to close his eyes when his wife tapped him.
"What do you think you are doing?" Funke glared at him.
"I am trying to sleep" he replied her
She sat up "Sleep? Tunga, should you be sleeping? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You can't afford a wedding ceremony, you can't even afford my mum's ticket to Nigeria" her voice rose with each words, her eyes were blazing with anger.
"Shhhh your friend is in the other room. She will hear you" he pleaded
"Don't you ever in your life shush me! You think I care if she listens? No one his blind to this abject poverty you've subjected me into. I can't even afford new wears. I still wear the same old clothes and I have a boyfriend. Look as this fake gold ring you gave me on my own wedding day" she removed it.
"I can't wear this until you can afford a real gold"
Adetunga was shocked beyond words, this woman that had showered him with love for the past three months as suddenly turned to something he couldn't name.
"Your friend Rotimi is better than you. He comes here with big meats and money. But you......" he didn't wait to listen to the rest. He moved out of the room back to his space. The sitting room.
He couldn't sleep that night. He felt so low and was wondering if he had been the one forcing a relationship with Stella.
The following day, he took the risk his friend Rotimi had advised him on few years ago. Then he'd believed he could make it with continuous hard work. But all those damn years of working on that little farm had resulted to nothing. All the gains he made was spent on his and the twins survival. He was still at square zero. He had done everything he could think of, cut down on every expense until there was nothing left that could be cut, and still he was as poor as ever. Now he had a wife. And he couldn't blame her, when was the last time he took her to a fancy restaurant? Or came home with new clothes and shoes? These were all the things a man should do for a woman. Things that nourishes love.
He went home and talked to her about the decision he was about to made.
"I have this Uncle who is rich. He had once told me to come to him concerning the farm. But my ego wouldn't let me. Now I have you to think of you. I will just to swallow my pride and take the risk"
That week, their marriage became sweeter. His wife stopped nagging and even allowed him to share her bed. His uncle gave him a large sum of money and with it he purchased more lands for rearing cows. This took his time, sometimes he was away from home for days but he did his best to make it up to his nagging wife. He gave her money, the amount he gave her determined if she would allowed intimacy or not. He wasn't bothered at first until rumours started reaching him that Funke was seeing other men.
His source told him, Rotimi was one of them but he wouldn't believe it. His brain rejected the possibility. Rotimi was his best friend,they grew up together and he would never betrayed him.
Until that late evening he'd caught them together. And his best friend had the gut to claim it was not what he was thinking. There wasn't much thinking to be done when his eyes were in perfect condition. His wife was half Unclad and Rotimi was bare from his head to navel.
Funke with her dark heart was screaming on top of her voice "You can't afford me and I need men to supplement the stipend you drop every week"
That was the last time he saw them. His wife divorced him and even stole his savings. She knew his ATM password. She took everything leaving him with hungry farm animals.
His trip to memory lane was shattered by his younger brother who was speaking loudly into his phone.
"I'm serious am now in his office" Adetayo was on video call with his twin. He pressed the button to switch to the rear-facing camera so Adetomilola could see their older brother.
"Hi Tunga" her excited voice was loud
Adetunga mouthed a question to his brother "Did you tell her what happened with Dayo?"
"No" Adetayo replied, he pointed the phone to his brother so Adetomilola could address him directly.
"What got you so excited?" Adetunga asked
She flashed her left fingers at him "I'm engaged. I met his parents the previous week and now this week..... Yeahay"
Adetunga didn't know if he should be excited or not but something told him whoever she was seeing , he wouldn't approve.
"When is he coming?" Adetayo asked
"He just left the country. He will be back in eight weeks time" she answered
"I just pray he's not a ghost, you know like the Yoruba movies" Adetayo said
"Shut up" she snapped
"So when are you coming to cook for me. The stew as finished and am munching bread?" Adetayo asked her
"This week am busy with work. Go and take some from brother Tunga" she replied
"Don't do that you know he......" Adetayo didn't get to finish his complain before his twin pressed the red button.
"Oh gosh" he said while Adetunga chuckled
"Why are you still at the office, it's past closing hour?" Adetayo asked him
"I didn't realise" he replied
"You should put your mind at rest. She's not in a relationship with brother Dayo"
"I know" he said. He was worried about the mystery man.
"Let's go home. I will be having my dinner at your place or a lady is coming over?" he teased
"Nah, I will be going to Dayo's" Adetunga said.
He was almost driving out of the building when he remembered some documents he needed to sign for the following day. He pulled his car to the other side and jogged down the long road that led to his office. He took the elevator up to his office. Everywhere was empty, it was past the closing hour. He was annoyed to see that his door was not locked. How could they leave it opened? He went in and his gaze skimmed his desktop. Untouched. Every object remained unmoved, in the exact same place as he had left them the morning. But how could his secretary leave it opened. He picked the documents and locked his door. He was about leaving when he saw Stella's hand bag. Was she still here? Doing what? He wondered.
"Stella" he called.
But no response. He moved closer to the rest room and called her name. He pushed the door open and saw her on the floor. The wheezd at become worse.
He understood it was asthma.
"Where is your inhaler?" he dropped into a crouch, lifting her from the floor. She couldn't reply him, she was very weak.
He searched her bag and found the inhaler. He held the inhaler to her mouth. She breathed in, her mind grateful to him for being there.
After several minutes, her breath though difficult was better. She pushed his hand away and made to stand up, he helped her. When her legs gave in, he carried her. She held onto him as they left the office.
"I will call a doctor"
"Thank you" she whispered
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|Re: The Wedding Night by Thastie(f): 11:10pm On Sep 05, 2017|
I like Adetayo
Team Tayọ & Stella
|Re: The Wedding Night by Halyma(f): 8:08am On Sep 06, 2017|
Wow sis. Well done
|Re: The Wedding Night by Pearl05(f): 8:33am On Sep 06, 2017|
I love the lengthy update. One doesn't need to stress himself in order to flow with your story. The simplicity is bliss. Good description and clarity. Babe I totally love your story.
More inspiration to you dear, and please find time to always update consistently.
|Re: The Wedding Night by degelinglacis: 8:46am On Sep 06, 2017|
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