ThrillPlus:





I can feel your mood, Frank. A man that finds himself in that situation will certainly feel uneasy.

Hardes:
Nice story you got here Op.


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Been reading since yesternight.


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Though am not a fan of romance stories but yours got me glued.

6ixfeet:
Nice one Op. Could i get d pdf whilst i send d airtime. I dunno d network sha. Paulonuorah15@gmail.com

Hardes:
Nice story you got here Op.


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Been reading since yesternight.


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Though am not a fan of romance stories but yours got me glued.

FrankAkowe:


I preceded her to my flat.

‘How was Sunday service?’ she asked.

‘Ah, the service was great. God is working in mighty ways.’

‘You can say that again.’ She put the two bags she had brought on the glass center table. She lifted the polythene nylon.

‘I brought some food and soup for you,’ she said. ‘I’ll take them to the kitchen and pour them in pots.’

‘Oh, that’s mighty considerate of you,’ I replied, smiling expansively. ‘But I think you should not have bothered yourself going through all these troubles for me.’

‘Oh, come on, Frank. If I don’t do it for my love, who will I do it for?’

My smile remained on. I must confess it was good to hear that.

She pointed at the second bag. ‘This,’ she went on to unzip it, ‘contains some wears that I think will be useful to you.’

She started bringing out the articles inside the bag.

There were six packet shirts, three trousers including a pair of jeans, two pairs of brogues shoes, a bottle of Giorgio Armani perfume, a Lacoste belt and two Versace ties.

‘These are for you,’ she announced.

I was impressed with what she had done. ‘All these?’
She nodded. ‘You deserve more than these, dear.’

I didn’t know how else to say thank you to her other than to hug her.

‘I really appreciate your magnanimity,’ I gushed.

‘You’re welcome.’

As much as I welcomed her generous disposition, I was still slightly worried. Maybe I was too old-fashioned or conservative – or both – but I didn’t really fancy a man depending on a woman to look good.

I tried as much as possible, within my limited resources, to be cute, but it was like Ruth was about to give my efforts unimaginable boosts.

She took the nylon containing the food flasks to the kitchen and I followed her. There, she poured the contents of the first flask which contained fried chicken into a pot. The second flask contained fried rice.

That saved the trouble of taking her out to an eatery, at least for that day.

She dished some rice inside two plates, added some chicken laps and put them in a tray. We went back to the sitting-room. We ate to our satisfaction. Thereafter we chatted until eight in the evening when she announced that she would like to take her leave.

‘You’ve really done well, Ruth, darling. I really appreciate all you’ve done.’

She smiled and waved it off. I saw her off to her car.

‘Drive careful,’ I said, the way I would tell a loving sister.

‘I’ll give you a call later.’

‘Okay. Goodnight.’ She drove off.

I returned to my living-room and examined the items she had brought again. Two of the shirts were Marks and Spencer while the remaining four were Yves Saint Laurent products. All these must have cost a lot.

I removed one of the shirts and tried it on. It was my exact size. How did she know my exact size?

I opened the perfume bottle and sprayed some on my arm. It really smelt good. My eyes went to the shoes. They were made of pure leather. One was a pair of black, while the second was a pair of brown.

I tried one of the pairs on. I was not surprised. Size 42 fitted me perfectly.

I remembered my prayer to God in the church. Had God answered my prayers or was Ruth a matter of fluke relationship? If she was not in love, would she go to the extent of doing all these?

What would be her gain if she was just doing all these just for the hell of it?

Then I asked myself if I was really in love with her. My answer was yes. I didn’t fall in love because of her background. I fell in love and expressed my feelings when I thought she came from the same social class that I came from.

Well, that moment, I decided that my love for Ruth was real and I must not allow any material factor to undermine that fact. I must remain in love with her and I must, in all ways, not disappoint her. I called her few minutes after nine.

‘Hello, Ruth darling. Have you got home?’

‘Yes. I just got home.’

‘Good to hear that. Thanks for the other time.’

‘You don’t have to keep saying that,’ she pointed out. ‘It’s a pleasure for me to do what I did.’

‘Thanks all the same.’

She laughed shortly across the line. ‘You’re welcome.’
After the telephone conversation, I realized that somehow, I must still continue with my prayers of getting a godly and God-fearing wife.

Ruth appeared to fit in, but something told me things might not continue to be as smooth as they appeared to be.

I was proved right by mid-day of Monday while at my place of work. I got a call from an unknown number.



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FrankAkowe:
The following day was Sunday and I was in the church as early as seven a.m. as a church worker. After the service, I moved close to the altar and went on my knees to pray to God.

I asked God to show me who my wife was. I was not a gold digger and certainly was not going to be a leech to a lady from a wealthy family.

All I wanted was a good, God-fearing wife.

After my prayers, the first person I saw when I opened my eyes was Sister Ada. Ada was in the choir. She was single and pretty. I was tempted to believe that the way she always smiled at me was rather inviting. She had one of those warm smiles on her face right now and was staring down at me.

‘The pastor wants to see you,’ she said.

‘Pastor?’

‘Yes.’

I stood up to go to the pastor’s office.

We discussed how to prepare the teens for the forthcoming Children’s Day. After church programme, I went home straight. By three o’clock, I got a call from Ruth again.

‘Will you be at home by five this evening?’ she wanted to know. ‘I want to come around.’

I grinned. That was the time I was supposed to go for House Fellowship. For Ruth, I was prepared to miss the programme.

‘Sure, I’ll be at home,’ I replied.

‘Good. Be expecting me. See you.’

‘Yeah. See you, dear.’

Now, having realized the kind of background Ruth had, I was fidgety about how best to entertain her. Well, that should not be a problem, should it?

Thank God, there was a good eatery not far from where I lived. I could easily take her there or get her something from there.

Few minutes to five, a car blared its horn at the car.

That could be Ruth; I thought and went out to check. I was correct. She was the lady behind the wheel of the sleek Toyota car.

‘Hello, darling.’

‘Good evening, dear.’ She gave me a wintry smile.

I went on to throw the gates wide open to her so that she could drive in.

‘How’re you, dear?’ I said.

‘Fine. How was your Sunday?’

‘Great. Glory be to God.’

She got down from the car and I gave her a peck. She went to the boot of the car and brought a medium size Ghana-must-go bag out. She also brought a polythene bag containing two food flasks out. I wondered what the bag was for, but did not say anything.

I preceded her to my flat.

‘How was Sunday service?’ she asked.

‘Ah, the service was great. God is working in mighty ways.’

‘You can say that again.’ She put the two bags she had brought on the glass center table. She lifted the polythene nylon.

‘I brought some food and soup for you,’ she said. ‘I’ll take them to the kitchen and pour them in pots.’

‘Oh, that’s mighty considerate of you,’ I replied, smiling expansively. ‘But I think you should not have bothered yourself going through all these troubles for me.’

‘Oh, come on, Frank. If I don’t do it for my love, who will I do it for?’

My smile remained on. I must confess it was good to hear that.

She pointed at the second bag. ‘This,’ she went on to unzip it, ‘contains some wears that I think will be useful to you.’



Well, that moment, I decided that my love for Ruth was real and I must not allow any material factor to undermine that fact. I must remain in love with her and I must, in all ways, not disappoint her. I called her few minutes after nine.

‘Hello, Ruth darling. Have you got home?’

‘Yes. I just got home.’

‘Good to hear that. Thanks for the other time.’

‘You don’t have to keep saying that,’ she pointed out. ‘It’s a pleasure for me to do what I did.’

‘Thanks all the same.’

She laughed shortly across the line. ‘You’re welcome.’
After the telephone conversation, I realized that somehow, I must still continue with my prayers of getting a godly and God-fearing wife.

Ruth appeared to fit in, but something told me things might not continue to be as smooth as they appeared to be.

I was proved right by mid-day of Monday while at my place of work. I got a call from an unknown number.



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hearts4real:




Nice story. Keep it up.