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Ewura Akua emerged from the sleek white car with a wide smile on her face, a smile that was tinged with a little bit of silvery tears that summed up her indescribable happiness.
She was in her stunning wedding dress, and her golden crown was still on her head with the veil still attached and trailing down her back. She looked at the incredible cabin in the woods where she was going to spend her wedding night, and the best part of two weeks.
The driver’s door opened and her husband stepped out.
He had taken off his coat, and was now wearing the white shirt with his tie loosened. He walked round the front of the car and approached her, and on his face was the adoring look of a husband who cherished, adored and loved his wife very much.
Nana Kwadwo marvelled all over again that a girl like Ewura Akua could fall in love with a man like him.
She came from an upper class family, born into riches and privileges, and hers had been only the best education money could afford.
He was the son of a father who was a social worker, and a mother who was a retail shop owner. He had been employed as the Salaries Manager in one of Ewura Akua’s father’s new companies, a newspaper and magazines publication entity.
The first time Nana Kwadwo had seen Ewura Akua, face to face, was when she had come with her parents to the company on a surprise Christmas visit.
She had been standing beside her father, smiling gently as he delivered his speech, and Nana Kwadwo had thought she was simply the most breath-taking woman he had ever seen.
He had been recovering from a broken heart around that time; his girlfriend of many years, Oforiwaa, had visited him one evening and told him she had fallen in love with an African-American she had met on Facebook.
Nana Kwadwo had thought it was a joke until, a week later, she had flown to the United States and shattered his heart to smithreens.
Two weeks later he had met Ewura Akua.
Tall, curvy, sophisticated and incredibly beautiful, he had stared at her, and for the very first time since he lost Oforiwaa, he had felt a calm in his heart.
Watching her standing beside her father, he had felt a strong urge to draw her attention and an inner urge to speak to her.
But who was he, an employee, to talk to such a Princess?
Half an hour later, Nana Kwadwo was in his office when the door opened and she came in, closed the door, and locked it from the inside. She had walked up to his desk on unsteady legs and looked at him with the unhappiest expression he had ever seen.
“Sorry to barge in and lock up your office,” she said, her voice like melody as she looked at him. “My father wants to take me to a Christmas party but I don’t want to go. Mind if I hide here for a while?”
Nana Kwadwo had gotten up on his feet immediately.
“Please, do take a seat,” he had said in a breathless rush.
She nodded, and then he had seen tears in her eyes.
She had tossed her head back to hide her tears, but her lips had trembled, and the tears had spilt slowly down her glorious cheeks.
“Rough day, perhaps?” he asked gently as he handed her a box of Kleenex.
She took a couple of tissues from the box and cleaned her face as she sat down, nodding wordlessly.
She stayed like that for a moment, and then she blew her nose noisily, startling both of them.
Nana Kwadwo chuckled, and she giggled and looked at him.
“His name is Akwasi Manso,” she whispered tremulously. “And he is breaking my heart.”
“Jeez!” Nana Kwadwo whispered. “Akwasi Manso? You don’t mean the millionaire’s son, the owner of the Manso Industries?”
She nodded miserably.
“Yes, same bastard,” she had said. “We’re supposed to get married, but last night I caught him with two girls in his room, sleeping with them!”
“Oh, sorry!” Nana Kwadwo had said and smiled broadly at her. “Welcome to the club. Two weeks ago my girlfriend, Oforiwaa, informed me that she had met a man from the diaspora on Facebook, and fallen in love with him. She’s now in the United States with him. I’ve been crying ever since.”
“Oh, sorry!” she had whispered.
Both of them giggled then.
“I’m Ewura Akua, by the way,” she had said and extended her hand.
“Yes, I know,” Nana Kwadwo had said. “When you were up there standing beside your father whilst he delivered his speech, I was in the crowd wondering how I could speak to you, and knowing I would never ever be able to speak to you.”
She had looked at him with her face suddenly alight.
“Really?” she had said, and a radiant smile had spread over her incredibly beautiful face. “And here I am, bang in your office.”
He had nodded with a smile of his own.
“And here you are, bang in my office,” he said softly.
“And I don’t even know your name yet,” she had said.
“Nana Kwadwo,” he said.
And that had been two years ago.
She had continued seeing him, and a year on she had mustered the courage to break it off with Akwasi Manso, who had been absolutely livid!
Ewura Akua had informed her parents that she loved Nana Kwadwo.
That was when the war had begun.
Akwasi Manso, tall and handsome, loved by society, had waged a bitter war on them, smearing them every inch he got. Ewura Akua’s parents had hated Nana Kwadwo because he came from a family they considered not fitting for their only daughter.
It had been war.
But they had survived, mainly because Nana Kwadwo was a strong Christian, and had taken their problems to God in prayer…and also because the love between them had been strong and genuine.
And in the fray, just a couple of months before their wedding, Oforiwaa had also shown up. She had some money now, and she looked different, and when she learnt Nana Kwadwo was now almost set to marry the voluptuously lovely Ewura Akua, she had flipped.
Oforiwaa had come with a story: she had not really known just how much she loved Nana Kwadwo. She had been driven by the urge to make it in life, and had seen Nana Kwadwo as being cooped up in the middle income bracket for life.
Now Oforiwaa needed her man back.
Akwasi Manso needed his girl back.
And yet, against all the odds, Nana Kwadwo and Ewura Akua were now married, the ceremony itself one of the most incredible weddings the country had ever seen.
Nana Kwadwo knew that they had conquered only because he had never failed to get on his knees to seek the hand of God in everything he did.
Ewura Akua was now a fledgling Christian.
Nana had introduced her to Christ, and although it was very difficult, he knew she would eventually come fully into the arms of the Lord.
Now he stood beside his wife and looked at the incredible cabin.
It looked like a palace nestled in the woods. The swimming pool was shaped like an ‘S’. The summer huts, the incredible garden, the sheer aura of beauty in the wild took his breath away.
“Oh, goodness me,” Nana Kwadwo whispered as he stood gazing out at the grandiose levels of beauty spread out in front of him. “I love this!”
Ewura Akua smiled with happiness and put her arm around his waist.
“I knew you would, my love!” she whispered. “I knew you would. I love you so much! We’re going to have a most glorious honeymoon! You and your Christian beliefs have denied me good lovemaking during the last two years. My body is now yours, Nana Kwadwo. Let’s go inside and get naked together!”
Nana Kwadwo pulled her into his arms and kissed her slowly, lingeringly, sweetly.
She kissed him back, and her hand slowly travelled down the front of his trousers, and caressed his stiffness, and then she shivered.
“Oh, Nana!” she whispered slowly. “I’m going inside now! Park the car in the garage and come up. I can’t take this hunger anymore.”
He was breathless with desire as he gazed at her.
“Ewura Akua, my princess, my breath!” he said hoarsely. “I’ll be there soon.”
He watched her moving impatiently toward the grand cabin, and his breathing was laboured. Such a beauty! Such grace and beauty combined to form a most adorable soul!
He sighed happily, got into the car, and drove into the garage.
Nana Kwadwo got out of the car and then a call came through from his father.
He picked the call.
His mother was also around, and the three of them chatted for a time, and their happiness was indescribable.
Finally, Nana Kwadwo cut the call and rushed into the main cabin.
He wanted and craved for his wife now!
It had been two years of waiting for this moment, their first night together. He had not wanted to sin against God, and so they had abstained from lovemaking.
It was time now!
Their wedding night. Their first night together…
He saw the wedding dress strewn on the floor, and he pulled off his tie as a lump of desire flooded him.
The front of his trousers was distended by his enraged desire as he saw her underwear on the floor. As he neared a door he assumed was the bedroom he could hear her moans, and his breath quickened.
Nana Kwadwo dropped his tie and shirt on the floor, ripped off his singlet and opened the door…
On the huge bed was his new wife, naked…
And she was straddling the naked body of Kwasi Manso, moving in frenzy on top of him as they made love, both of them groaning and moaning with frenzy…
His first night, his wedding night, their first time…
And his wife, Ewura Akua, a woman he adored, cherished and loved with all his heart, was making love to her ex-boyfriend…
Right here, on their wedding night, on their wedding bed, right now!
Nana Kwadwo felt his heart giving a massive violent kick, and his vision went black as he stopped breathing.
He could barely stand, and then a moment later he crashed heavily down on the floor!
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