Make Me Your Wife Episode 1

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👭💞 Make Me Your Wife Episode One:

The noise from my neighbour’s house woke me up, mr and mrs Ajayi were fighting again. I got up from my bed with a frown on my face wondering why it has become a daily routine for the Ajayi’s to fight every morning. “Oh, dear” i murmured and tried some body stretching exercise. Just when i was about doing the second round of my yoga style exercise, i heard a familiar voice saying “Gloria, its 6:25am. You better get up from that bed and come do your chores”.

I hissed knowing i wouldn’t complete my exercise and hurried to the kitchen, where my mum a young petite woman in her late thirties was preparing bean cake and pap.
I greeted her in our yoruba dialect and started my chores. At around 7:05am i was already settled in my uniform of pink shirt and black skirt. “Shhhh, don’t tell. Am more beautiful than a mermaid” i whispered to myself as i made my way to the dinning.

“Omolara, how many times have i told you not to eat without your brother?” My dad asked with a fake frown.
“Am sorry, dad” i said. One of this days i would beat this sluggish mouse called Kelvin, i hate the way he delays during meal time, he better stop this behaviour of his before i pounce on him, i thought.

Kelvin is my younger brother and the last of two kids. Oh, yes that’s me being the first Child to the Adekunles. Mr Thompson Adekunle, my dad was an engineer working in a construction firm. While my mum, Mrs Juliet Adekunle was a nurse. You see, we are blessed as a family, cute with brains. One would say, we took after our parents, yes that’s true. But sometimes i wonder where my brains are when it comes to mathematics, because even the eight years old sluggish brother of mine was a genious when it comes to mathematics.

“Oh boy, this kid is cute, he has got a spaced teeth with nice dimples. He is the best in his class, and he always gets the best teasing from girls his age especially the Ajayi’s last daughter who was just seven years old. Although he helps me get my maths’ home work done but am still far more better than him.

Hmm, am smart you know and he is just too slow. Winks, i wonder when i would stop talking to myself, phew” i wiped my sweat from my forehead.
Well, back to the moment, i sneezed as Kelvin entered the dinning after keeping us waiting for a while, because he wore a powerful perfume. Dad scolded him, and made him say the prayer before meal and i shone my teeth because i was happy he deserved it.

We got to school 7:35am and i being an ss2 student of the ‘great fountain international school’. A girl of average height, beautiful, smart, and brilliant except when it comes to mathematics. Fifteen years ago, i was named after my grandma because i had similar resemblance with her. Big eyes, great dimples, with spaced teeth and i was named Gloria Omolara Adekunle, i was my grandma’s photocopy but the only difference from her was my dark complexion. I believed i was dark because i love chocolates alot.

I being the class prefect and assistant game prefect ensured that my class andThe noise from my neighbour’s house woke me up, mr and mrs Ajayi were fighting again. I got up from my bed with a frown on my face wondering why it has become a daily routine for the Ajayi’s to fight every morning. “Oh, dear” i murmured and tried some body stretching exercise.

Just when i was about doing the second round of my yoga style exercise, i heard a familiar voice saying “Gloria, its 6:25am. You better get up from that bed and come do your chores”. I hissed knowing i wouldn’t complete my exercise and hurried to the kitchen, where my mum a young petite woman in her late thirties was preparing bean cake and pap.

I greeted her in our yoruba dialect and started my chores. At around 7:05am i was already settled in my uniform of pink shirt and black skirt. “Shhhh, don’t tell. Am more beautiful than a mermaid” i whispered to myself as i made my way to the dinning.

TO Be Continued