Hideous Truth (II)

HIDEOUS TRUTH (II)

    Thereafter, when the unthinkable news got to their respective parents, it sounded not unlike a mere dream to their hearing, particularly Ete’s.       
   The said couple Elder and Mrs Obong wouldn’t in their entire life imagine that their ‘lovable’ first son was a gay even if they in any way dreamt of it. They wondered where the young man had learnt such nauseous and pathetic lifestyle; ‘could it be during his university time or while in secondary school, or was he born with it’? These among other frightening questions surrounded their aging medulla oblongata. However, such way of life wasn’t peculiar to their lineage.

    On their part, Mr and Mrs Abang cursed the very day their daughter, Ukot came across the ‘idiot’. They felt like they had been duped or double crossed by one who disguised himself sometime ago like a suitor; no doubt, Mr Ete came to pay their daughter’s bride-price in disguise. They didn’t only cast a spell on the day Ukot met Ete, but as well cursed the latter for such manner of deceit employed by his person in the name of ‘marriage’. To say the least, they spent days without even a bolus of meal.

    Surely, if you were in the shoes of the aforementioned couples, you would definitely say far more than what they said as well as do more than what they did, because the unforeseen incident wasn’t just mind-boggling but highly astonishing and unbelievable. However, what else would they do than to accept their fate in good faith as well as seek for the way-forward?

    “I am very sorry for everything,” Ete pleaded with Ukot right in their matrimonial room, kneeling down. “I can feel all the pains I have caused you.”

    The melodrama was taking place in the morning the following day after the unspeakable incident. At that moment, Ukot who felt like a woman that just had a stillbirth was lying pitiably in their matrimonial bed, facing upwards.

    “I know I have really deceived you,” Ete rode on, still knelt down like one who had apoplexy. “In fact, I don’t even deserve you.”

    Ukot remained hopeless and speechless on the bed.

    “I don’t even deserve your presence,” he confessed, gushed out tears. “Let alone your love.”

    She unconditionally followed suit as regards the weep; hers was fathomless.

    “I am just like a monster in your life.” He frankly asserted, cried aloud. “God, why me…?” He said, looking at the ceiling.

    They actually wept like toddlers.

    Oh, they had a little weep together just like any couple in love would. The past good memories were ostensibly coming back again gradually as they sobbed endlessly. Their only solace remained the true love they once shared.

    He held her passionately while still on his knees. “Please, forgive me…” He eventually asked at the top of his voice.

    Ukot looked at him still lying down. “You killed my emotions.” She finally broke her silence sorrowfully. “You have murdered my feelings.”

    Their faces were conspicuously covered with unquantifiable tears. “I know.” Ete submissively admitted. “I am not just a monster to you, I am equally a murderer.” He ironically asserted.

    “You pierced my heart,” she continued resentfully and emotionally. “You struck the arrow right in my heart.”

    “I am sorry…,” Ete reiterated. “I have come to resurrect you.” He informed poetically.

   There was a bit silence. “It won’t happen again, I promise.” He assured.

   The truth was that Ukot was really in love with Ete; she developed a very soft spot for him during their courtship that lasted for awhile. When they were courting, Ete showered her with explicit care and anything a woman wished to behold; that was exactly when she felt complete having someone like him in her life. But unfortunately, the euphoria automatically vanished the moment they tied the nuptial knots that was long overdue considering Ete’s age.

    “You promised?” Ukot verified in a jiffy.

    Anyone around would say she was mad to have descended so low; any other lady would had wanted to employ some tactics or a reasonable delay before reconciling with him, but it was damn obvious that she couldn’t cope without him. Nature was really at work that she couldn’t resist his seemingly irritating presence; of course, taking into consideration what she witnessed at Avocado Hotel, she needn’t a counsellor to ask her to steer clear from him at least for that very moment.

    “Of course, I promise.” Ete reiterated aloud compassionately, stood up and calmly raised her head bearing plaited hairs from the bed.

    This time, she was seated on the bed alongside Ete.

    After all said and done, an absolute reconciliation took its place, though she accepted the reunion only on a condition that Ete would go for a thorough deliverance in the hands of a genuine cleric which was assented to by the man in question.

    When Ukot’s parents learnt of the reconciliation rather than divorce, they were of the view that their daughter was indeed insane. Ukot made them understand that that was when her spouse needed her presence most, claiming that God had sent her to him to make him a new creature.

    On their part, Ete’s parents couldn’t hold their joy on hearing that Ukot never sought for a divorce which was the most anticipated suitable reaction. Thus, they remained grateful to her for such rare courageous and humane gesture displayed. To them, they owed her not just a lot but the whole world.

    As God would have it, a week later, Ete was successfully delivered from the beast called homosexuality. Consequently, they became a better and greater union again.

    When the both parents learnt that Ete had genuinely turned a new leaf, they couldn’t believe their ears. It was like a fabricated tale. Who on earth would agree that the hideous truth would eventually turn to a pleasant one. Aside them, every tongue was filled with ‘God bless the god-sent Ukot’. Mr and Mrs Abang were left with no other choice than to revoke the spell they cast on the young man who once derailed.

   There and behold, few weeks later, Ukot was confirmed one-month pregnant. Consequently, nine months on, she put to bed a bouncing baby boy.

    It was celebration galore. Surely, the tongue that had earlier spoken evil had finally testified that truly the Lord remained the Alpha and Omega.   

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