C2 TWO

It's been a week, which means only one week remaining to my so called marriage and nothing have changed.

I have tried as much as possible to make my parents reconsider the situation but it made things worst.

My dad stopped me from going to school totally,I was grounded.

Not even my uncle could save me this time.

"Be patient Indo" he said to me, he was more of a father to me than my own father.

I was always in my room looking at the four walls and the ceiling,I lost my appetite and I became more thin due to lack of eating and sleeping.

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Today marks the day which my fiance's family are coming to bring the wedding gifts as per our custom.

Many preparations were made, variaties of food were prepared, my in-laws were coming all the way from Bauchi and I was told to go to my uncle's house.

"I can hide you if you want and they will never find you" my uncle said to me, and I know he can do it.

"No uncle, this is my fate. You taught me well to accept it good or bad"

"Right. I'll always be here for you"

"Thank you uncle" I hugged him tight as I cried.

The wedding gifts were brought 12 boxes in number as I heard, I was the first person in the history of Kalgo village to ever receive a lot of boxes as wedding gifts, my wedding gifts became the topic of discussion in Kalgo.

Like I said, 3 boxes were the highest recorded. My friends were this marriage.

A WEEK LATER

The wedding day came sooner than I expected, I woke up with serious headache due to the way I cried the previous night.

The festivities of the wedding were lavish and as per custom the elders witnessed the marriage ceremony.

It was announced that the knot have been tied, which means I'm officially a Mrs

A dowry of 500,000 thousand naira was paid, now i see why no one in my family was against the marriage except for my uncle.

I cried my ass out until I got tired of crying.

Later that day my dad and mom gave me some advice, I heard all of it but deep inside I still didn't intend to give up on my dreams.

I pleaded for them to let me stay with them for a year, at least when I turn 17 If the won't let me stay till when am 18, my plea made my dad very very angry.

I can still remember what he said

"Listen to me, if you dare mess up this marriage, just forget you have a father or family, I will disown you. And then you won't even dare to come back here"

At that instant I made up my mind, even if Aliyu will cut my flesh and eat it raw, I will never complain to any one I'd rather die. Besides i have to obey them if I still want to make it to paradise.

By 2 O'clock that day,the groom's family were waiting to take me to my matrimonial home, I wasn't even given the opportunity to say good bye to my friends.

We arrived Bauchi at exactly 6:08pm, I was taken to my husband's house immediately, they stayed with me for an hour waiting for the groom to show up but he didn't.

It was getting dark so they decided to leave for their respective homes, of course after wishing us a happy married life.

What a welcome I recieved.

I was left alone in the big house waiting for my so called husband to show up, I got tired of waiting so I took a tour around my new home, I prayed and went to bed when I was done.

I was deep into my sleep when cold water was splashed on my body,

I woke up with fear in my eyes, my heart pounding fast.

"Was it a nightmare I just had?" No! a male structure standing in front of me, stared me into my eyes and smirked.

"It was my husband"

I quickly stood up to greet him.

"Welcome home" I greeted him

"Welcome to hell" He said to me word by word, in a low yet devilish tone. With no other word he left me with a bleeding heart, a shattered soul and teary eyes.

Tears dropped down from my eyes, he was right, this was hell.

This is what I have been scared of, I just watched my worst fear came to life, it was a living nightmare.

That was what I wanted my parent to understand but they loved money more than me.

It's not all about them getting me married, are they sure the person they were getting me married to have good manners?

They had no idea whether he will respect me, honor me and protect me or not.

Here I am at the gate of hell! married to the devil!

Are they sure he's from a good family?

Did they do any background research about him?

There was no one to answer those question for me, it was too late, damn too late.

I cried until I couldn't cry anymore, then I decided that crying wasn't the solution to my problem, I mean I still don't understand the situation.

I decided to accept my destiny because wether I like it or not I have to live with him, no two ways about that.

I got up, performed ablution and prayed a voluntary prayer,and I prayed to my Lord to make things easy for me.

I laid on the bed, I tried not to cry but, tears kept rolling down my cheeks . I didn't even know when I fell back to sleep.

I was woken up by the call to prayer, I got up, brushed my teeth, took my bath and performed ablution.

Spread out my prayer mat,I said my prayers.I guess I need so much prayers this days. When I was done I dressed up and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for my husband.

Honestly speaking, I don't know how to prepare city dishes, even though my inlaws said I shouldn't bother cooking,I still decided to prepare some Puff puff and tea.

At exactly 7:35am, I was done with everything, I went to the parlour and sat down waiting for the villain of my story to come down so that we can eat together.

I waited for almost 30 minutes, still he wasn't out, then I decided to go to his room and check up on him.

The thing is I don't even know which room is his, I didn't notice this house was this beautiful.

I first knocked the door of the room opposite to mine and there was no answer, I entered the room but no one was there.

Then I knocked on the second one, that too no answer.

I was about to open the door but someone beat me to that.

I lifted my head up expecting to see my husband but the figure that stood in front of me really surprised me. What is this suppose to mean?

Does that mean my husband is a womaniser?

"Disappointed" wasn't the word I was supposed to use because I was beyond disappointed.

It's not like I love him or something, but at least, even if he wants to bring a woman it should be some weeks or months after our marry, not a day after our first night.

I didn't say a word to her because she doesn't even deserve to hear my voice she stoop so low by coming into married couples house.

"Who is it?" He asked from his bed, like what the heck?

Is this a hotel room or what?

I entered inside the room and saw him holding a glass of water while laying on the bed.

"Good morning, your breakfast is ready" I said to him but he didn't even spare me a glance,I thought he didn't hear me. So I repeated myself.

He threw the glass of water he was holding at me, I tried to dodge it but I Wasn't fast enough because it landed on my forehead making me scream, I began to bleed immediately,I was in so much pain neither did he care nor his whore did.

"Stupid village girl" He insulted me and told me never to enter his room again.

I left the room with both my heart and forehead bleeding.