After a protracted argument on why I still had some of Stephanie’s photos backed up in my Google photos, she had to painstakingly go through all of my Google photos, asking about the identity of any young lady she found therein, and in most cases deleting their pictures. I was just sitted next to her, waiting to be questioned about the next girl, and trying to answer swiftly and without stuttering, so she wouldn’t say I’m conjuring lies or something.
After she was done with the photos, she went on to go through all of my contacts. I wonder what she was looking for or hoping to find there, but then, I couldn’t complain. So there I was, sitting like a student in a room for an oral exam, knowing not what question would hit him next; in my mind I was just singing… “No matter what may come my way, my life is in your hands”.
Finally, the auditing session was over. She handed me back my phone, and I said thank you ma😂. I unlocked my phone only to find out that she had changed my wallpaper to her picture, and had changed her contact name on my phone to “MY BRIDE💝💓”. Hmmmmm. I mean, who saves a girlfriend’s name with my bride? Hanty who made you a bride? Who joined us abeg? Abi has someone gone to pay your brideprice on my behalf?… Of course I couldn’t ask her these questions to her face, I was just looking at my phone and smiling. I raised my head and asked if she was hungry, she said yes. So I dressed up, and we went to the nearest restaurant to grab something to eat.
At the restaurant, we sat opposite each other while eating, when suddenly from the blues, she just popped the big question;
So when are you coming to see my parents?
The delicious noodles inside my mouth suddenly became tasteless; I couldn’t swallow it neither could I bring it out. So I remained in status quo, sitting transfixed, my mouth full, eyes bulging, wondering how and when the conversation got to that extent; Like it rose from 0 to 10,000 real quick. Ok, maybe she didn’t mean what I thought she meant; I didn’t have to make any assumptions as she was sitting right before me, so I still have the opportunity of getting it all clear.
I managed to swallow the noodles, took my bottle of water and flushed it down forcefully. Then I looked at her with a look as though I was surprised.
You didn’t tell me your parents were sick…
Did i say anybody was sick? She said, looking slightly annoyed.
Ehen, so if they are not sick, why am I now coming to see them? She bowed her face in her left palm and shook her head. I meant, when are you coming to ask for my hand in marriage?
At that point, some sort of cold ran down my spine. I started calculating in my mind how old the relationship was, the longest time we’ve stayed without having one issue or the other, how much of each other we really knew… Nah! Nah fam! It wasn’t ripe enough to think of going to see her parents yet, I said to myself.
Don’t you think it’s a bit too early for that? I asked. Maybe we should talk about this some other time if you don’t mind; I added. She stared at me for a while, and then shrugged her shoulders in agreement. Okay! That’s fine.
This would be the first time we would be agreeing on something in a long while. My heart was gladened, atleast for that moment; But deep down in me I knew I was just postponing the conversation, sooner or later it will resurface from wherever it came from initially. However, that didn’t matter right now. My lady was back, and we were cool.
We finished our food, I paid and we left the restaurant. I saw her off to her street before returning to board a keke back home. It was 6.45pm and I could say my day ended on a good note, atleast better than I imagined.