FOREWORD: I apologize for the replacement on Monday of a new episode of Family Blues with this new story. It was due circumstances beyond my control. Family Blues will be updated tomorrow, and return to its place on Mondays from next week, leaving this new mini-series for Tuesdays.
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“It’s time, Aidee,” Jerry said as he walked toward where his girlfriend of three years was sprawled over the sofa in the living room of the home they’d been sharing for two years. She was lazily flipping through a This Day Style magazine, but looked up with mild interest when he came to a stop beside her.
“Time for what?” she enquired, lifting her brows at him. Those brows crocheted with bewilderment when he squatted down beside her.
“Time to do what I should have done ages ago.”
He lifted his hands to her face, cupping the cocoa-skinned, oval visage in his hand as he said, “To ask you to marry me.”
She stared at him, unable to say a word, dumbstruck by her sudden happiness. She was suddenly so giddy with delight that she knew her answer must be plain in her eyes. In that moment, she was joyfully aware of his every aspect. His hands warming her cheeks… His face very dear to her… “Are you serious?” she said in a husky tone.
“Aidee Erhime Agoreyo, will you marry me?” The kiss he punctuated the question with was long and slow. When he raised his head, she was bursting with her yes.
He smiled warmly at her and got seated beside her, stretching out his legs so he could pick out from his side jean pocket a small black box. Aidee watched with fountaining glee as he snapped the box open, and she gave a small gasp when her eyes fell on the ring nestled on the velvet inside. It was a simple design, a small diamond set in the center of an antique gold rose. The stones twinkled softly in the late Sunday afternoon light as Jerry picked it out from the box and slipped it onto her ring finger.
“There you go,” he murmured, “the future Mrs. Jerry Ifeanyi Chiemeke.”
She gave a small squeal of delight, clapping her hands together briefly, before splaying her fingers before her eyes to stare at the glittering rock. Oh, the girls would die when they heard the news, she thought. They would simply, absolutely die! For all of the three years she and Jerry had been dating, they’d all been wondering if and when her six-figure-earning, oil-corporation-working boyfriend would propose. Three years of her life, she’d dedicated to being this man’s woman. Two years of it she’d spent playing house with him. And now, it had all paid off. She was wearing his ring – and an expensive-looking one at that.
Oh, he had set the ball rolling with this rock, Aidee thought, still gazing entranced at the ring and how it reflected the noon light in an attractive myriad. It was left for her to make the finish line a most memorable event this town had ever known.
But first, the girls had to be brought up to speed.
“Don’t you agree, Aidee?”
Her head swung round to face Jerry with a small start when she heard her name. He was staring at her, obviously waiting for a response.
“No,” she answered automatically. A woman must never agree readily to whatever her man suggests, her mother had taught her, whether she knows what he’s talking about or not.
He gaped at her. “Come on, let’s just get it over with. I just want to get quickly to the part where we get to spend the rest of our lives together.”
“Wait a minute, get it over with – you mean our wedding?” She stared incredulously at him as understanding set in.
“Yes. I was thinking we should fix it in June.”
“No!” she burst out. Boy, am I glad I said ‘No’ the first time. Thank you, mum.
“No?” he queried.
“No,” she reiterated. “June is five months from now.”
“So, who plans a wedding in five months?!” She threw her hands up in exasperation. “You men – you just don’t get it! You expect miracles all the time! This is going to be my big day –”
“Our big day, darling,” he corrected.
“My big day, darling,” she maintained. “And I’m not about to rush it. It will have to take at least one year to get everything just right.”
“One year?!” Mild shock eclipsed Jerry’s features as he stared at his new fiancée.
“Yes!” Aidee sat up, sweeping her feet to the ground and her phone up from the sofa beside her. She was already tapping away at her keypad as she continued speaking. “There’s so much to do – caterers to hire, invitations to scrutinize, seating arrangements to organize, venues to pick, and finally the perfect dress to purchase. If I get started now, we can have a wedding latest February next year.”
“So we get engaged this year, and we get married next year?” Jerry said, subconsciously nursing the suspicion that the driver’s seat of whatever vehicle he and Aidee had been in all this time had just been wrenched from him.
“Exactly, darling, I knew you’d get it.” Aidee’s eyes were on her phone as her thumb swiped over its touch-screen. Then her lips curved into a smile, her eyes sparkling with refreshed delight. “It’s perfect. It’s even a Saturday. It’s so my date. I knew it!”
“You knew what? What’s your date?”
“Our wedding date, honey.”
“When is it going to be?” Jerry said in a defeated tone.
“February 14, next year,” his fiancée announced, before rising to her feet and sauntering out of the living room, already on her first call of her wedding plans.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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