🥀MY VILLAGE WIFE 🥀
( HIS FATED BRIDE )
THEME: A beautiful disguise.
By: Exclusively Mercy
CHAPTER 3 ♥️ 4
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{ MISS WAHALA PRO MAX }
CHARLE'S POV ✨
I thought my little act of fainting would keep her away from me however it brought her closer to me, making my nostrils harbour her awful stench as she noticed my discomposure.
" So yous rying that yous faint abi? ( So you're lying that you fainted right?)"
" God spare me today" I prayed from my thoughts as she brought her face closer to mine.
" Chai, seeds handsome bobo. My roves opens your eyes to sees me na. How beastiful I ams ( wow, look at this handsome man, my love open your eyes to look at how beautiful I am) " she opened the trash bin she called mouth to utter and I nearly choked myself to death.
' how can someone be this disgusting?!!!' I wondered irritatingly as I jerked up from the bed, pushing her away from me, roughly.
" Stay away from me !!!" I glared dangerously at her as I head for the door.
" Ries you no wants it, Ries!!!!! ( Lie that you don't want it, lie!!!)" She gestured with her legs wide open and I controlled myself from fainting for real.
She wasn't wearing any underwear and her private part looks like that of a zambisa forest.
How can someone be this dirty??, Where did my mother being this good for nothing psycho??, How can I represent this archaic and forgotten oracle to my friends and partners???
Damn, I'm f*cked up for real.
Those were the thoughts that eluded my mind as I stared disgustingly at her.
" You know what, f*ck you all!!!" I scoffed angrily and left my room, banging the door at her face.
FLORA ( UJUNWA'S) POV ✨
" O SI?? ( He said??)" I muttered displeasingly at his utterance.
Yes, I am she whom you all think of as his village wife. Call me Flora, that's my baptismal name, Flora Ujunwa Maduaeke.
Surprised that I am quite eloquent with my speech?
Well, I am proud to be an honoured and only daughter of a chief titled man, Chief Odomegwu Madueke 1 of Imo state. I certified graduate of oxford university and of course a skilled actress who is also a film director and an owner of a renowned firm in the state.
Why am I here in Mr Charles domain as his village wife? Or better still your question in it rightful sense.
Why do I waste my time, acting like a local girl or better still a local wife in front of a mannerless and philanderer like Mr Charles?
Well, that question remain unanswered till the end of the story.
But as for now, I will definitely show Mr Charles the true definition of Shege and banza mixed together with ata rodo and shobo.
He really needs to learn his place right.
Back to my acting before I blow up my cover ( winks..)
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< SITTING ROOM>
CHARLE'S POV ✨
" Ah ah, you're out of your room so quick?, Don't tell me you've not started enjoying your honeymoon?" My mother bombarded me with an annoying question.
I looked at her fiercely but she returned my game with a calm gesture, chewing the chips she held without acknowledging my drawn face.
" Mama" I called angrily and she looked up.
" Yes???, This boy you're disturbing me ooo, go and meet your wife nau, you're obstructing my view o" she complained bitterly and I widened my eyes in absolute frustration.
" Tell me this is a joke" I held my waist, walking to and fro through the sitting room, restlessly.
" Bia ( come), stop this play and go and meet your wife!, She would be waiting for you at the room"
" Mother how do you expect me to lay with a woman I just met?!" I thundered angrily and she chuckled
" You do that everyday don't you?, I'm even afraid that you'll give your wife staphylococcus "
" What?!"
" Ehn ehnnn" she stared infuriatingly at me.
" Why her??, You should have done better than this...at least someone educated mother!"
My mother scoffed on hearing my statement.
" Charles, ị na-ewe m iwe ugbu a, shim ni ehu pua ( you're getting me angry, get out of my sight)" she glared angrily at me and I clenched my fists.
" This is unfair!!" I mumbled hurtfully as I left.
" Ị hụbeghị ihe ọ bụla anụmanụ ( you've not seen anything, animal! ) " I could hear her unending curses at me as I left for the guest room.
" And where you goes?? ( And where are you going to?) "
I turned to see the locust beans in front of me, staring daggers at me with her ugly makeover. I didn't have the time to give her a reply so I held for the door but she blocked my way.
" Yous not going anywheres, I is yours wifes!, Let's rying togethering ( you're not going anywhere, I am your wife, let's lie together)" she yelled obstreperously and I squinted my eyes.
" Charles!!!, Charles be careful with yourself oooo, Charles!" My mother warned firmly from the living room.
" Get out of my sight before I lose it" I gritted but she remained adamant.
" Mama, I will kill somebody today ooo" I cautioned and the locust beans laughed drastically.
Yes, that's her nickname, locust beans cause she was smelling like one.
" What is wrong with this one?" I thought as she eyed me dangerously.
" Trying it, no chelres tlying it nau, I will just commot your teeth ( try it, no Charles try it now, I will just remove your teeth)" she threatened and I bit my lips angrily.
Two things that would make me be a murderer this night.
One, she called my name incorrectly. Charles not that name she just spilled out.
And my teeth???, She threatened to remove my teeth...she will just die young.
" Mama, come and take this locust beans you brought for me as a wife out of here, I will kill somebody ooo" I said in a loud voice but my words fell on deaf ears.
" Who yous calls rocust beans? ( Whom are you calling locust beans?) " She glared furiously at me as she came closer to me with folded arm.
" Okay fine" I inhaled some air and tried to walk to my room only for her to block my path again
" Are you a descendant of hell?!!!" I yelled insanely as my red shot eyes sprouted.
" Doing your worst!, We entering the loom togethering!!! ( Do your worst, we're entering the room together)"
I frowned detestably at her rantings and I pushed her aside but before my hands could touch the door of my room, she came right in front of me and gave me a head butt, pushing me away with her huge b*easts.
" No tlying me ooo, no tly it's at all ( Don't try me o, don't try it at all) " she warned as I held my head.
" Locust beans has killed me oo" I began to cry in pains as my head stinked badly.
I wondered if it was her head she used or a metallic iron.
TBC.
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