EDGE OF LOVE - EPISODE 9 (Conclusion)

"A man is a man, whether he’s from our land or foreign land: as long as you love him and you are happy, we are also happy." My dad said and hugged me.

I was actually stunned with the welcome. My younger brother seemed to be the happiest one, he went around calling his friends to come see his sister’s husband-to-be. "He is an oyinbo man" He kept saying.

Nicholas's strong faith worked for us.  We left my parents’ in Aba and flew to Ireland two days later.

At Nicholas's place, the house seemed quieter than mine even after we broke the news. His father was a tall huge man, with a short Grey hair, full beard. He spoke quietly but you could feel so much authority and power in his voice.

I knew he’d be feared wherever he went. I couldn't even look into his eyes; I bet he was an ex -militant.  But no, he was just a business man. Nicholas looked nothing like him apart from being tall; he had his mother’s hazel eyes, straight brown hair, beautiful face, baby pink lips, and her charming smile.

She led me to the garden and we talked for a while. She was sweet and hospitable; she didn't look like someone old enough to have given birth to Nicholas though. I was wrong to have thought she might be a psycho witch.

"Tell me, how did you meet my son?”

“We met at a super market, accidentally, and I think it was love at first sight." I replied.

She let out a charming laughter and I kept telling her more lovely stories of Nicholas and I, she seemed not to have enough of my words.

"Mrs. Anderson, I..."

"Nah, just call me Hannah." she waved her hand.

I chuckled, "Where I come from, it's a form of disrespect: I can’t call you by your name. Besides you are going to be my mother-in-law, so I'm supposed to call you mother." I smiled at her.

"Really? Well, I don’t mind if you call me mother: you'll be like the daughter I never had." She smiled widely and playfully.

Nicholas was the only child of his parents, so that explains why his father was so protective of him. He’s their only heir. After so much talk between father and son, Nicholas's mother and I joined them.

"You seem like a good girl Chidinma. Nicholas is happy with you and I care about his happiness. I agree that I made a mistake when I separated you two before. I realized back then that he was truly in love with you and I can’t sacrifice my son's happiness for my reputation. You both have my blessings, and whatever you need for this marriage to work, I'm ready to provide."


I couldn't believe those words just fell from Nicholas father's mouth. Love is indeed stronger and can overcome conflict.

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(The End)



Benedicta A. Lawrence is a young Nigerian writer who is a lover of art and nature. She is an aspiring sociologist; artist and life coach. Born in Lagos state; she is an undergraduate in the prestigious Osun State University.








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