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Demi just met the first woman her husband married, and was ready to die.

What was she to do? She had grown up in the western part of the country, most of it in her home town of Owena. She had only done her university education in Lagos, and then gone to Ilorin for one year youth service. In general terms, she had never crossed the Niger until she met and married her heart throb, Idem. Only that the throbbing of her heart now was not that of love but hate.

They had met when Idem travelled to Owena to carry out a construction project. For Demi, it had been love at first sight. Had she suspected he was married, she probably would never have given him a second thought. But not only did he somehow look unmarried, he did not wear a ring, and through the three months of their courtship, never spoke of another woman. He never mentioned even a child, not to talk of three.

Demi’s mother had been uncomfortable that only Idems junior brother, Aniefiok, came to represent the family at the wedding ceremony. It was so ridiculous some of Demi’s friends and family had had to sit with the Aniefiok, and one other friend Idem met in Owena. Her father on the other hand, thought the world of Idem, and boasted of the Akwa Ibom people.

Demi would have loved to travel to Akwa Ibom State to meet Idems family, especially his parents, who he bragged about as godly people who would fall for Demi the moment they set eyes on her. But she could not find time to embark on the journey because Idems project took all the time, and the journey was a long one.

At some point, it seemed she didn’t trust him anymore, and he expressed hurt at her insistence, which he believed was fired by her mother. Demi relaxed after that, unwilling to risk her relationship with the best man in the world.

Now in the middle of a small parlour in Uyo, the capital of Akwa Ibom State, faced with a rotund woman who had just been introduced as her husband’s first wife, and three young children who looked ready to do anything their mother asked, she couldn’t think of anything.

Idem had dropped her bag in the middle of the floor and walked further into the house. He’d introduced the woman and left her to face her battle alone.

The woman, Offiong stood arms akimbo, her face a blended mixture of anger, disgust and so much hatred, you could almost taste it.

There was only one thing to do.

Demi moved forward in the direction Idem had taken. He couldn’t just leave her to face this woman alone. She had nothing to say to the woman. Idem was her husband and he owed her plenty of explanation!

Offiong stepped in Demi’s path, just in time to block her advance. Where do you think you’re going to?

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Sinmisola Ogúnyinka is a pastors wife, mother, writer and movie producer. She has a university degree in Economics, and is a Craftsman of Christian Writers Guild. She lives with her family in Pretoria, South Africa.
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