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The first day I took my fiancé, Denis home to meet my parents, was
supposed to be a happy occasion for the family. My parents had known about my
relationship with him for sometime and had always wanted me to bring him home.
But I had delayed their meeting him until I was really sure he was the right
man for me.
A few months ago, I finally took Dennis to meet them. As
things turned out, it was one meeting that should never have taken place.
Meeting Dennis
I first met my fiancé at work. In fact, he was my supervisor and
boss at the company I worked with when I newly joined. Initially, I was wary
about him because of my experience with my former boss at the last place I
worked. That man gave me a tough time all because I turned down his advances to
date him. And this was a man that was married with seven children!
Anyway, I should not have worried about Dennis. He treated me
fairly, more like a younger sister than a boss. He was always giving advice
both on the job and even in personal matters too like relationships. Maybe
because I was the new girl in the office, a lot of the guys there wanted to
date me. They kept pestering me for dates and would not give up even when I had
no interest in them.
"Don't take them too seriously, Meg. That's what they do
whenever a new female staff comes. Especially a pretty one like you," my
boss advised me one day after observing one of my co-workers, a notorious
womaniser giving me his 'manifesto.'
With time, I got to know more about my 'oga', or boss. Though of
mature age, he was about 35, he was not married and seemed to have no fiancé.
It was a colleague of mine who told me his story one afternoon during our lunch
break.
"He was engaged about three years ago. But unfortunately, his
fiancé died before the wedding," Esther, my colleague revealed.
"What happened?" I asked with interest.
"Well, I heard she was sick. They said she had cancer,
something to do with her blood or so," she revealed.
"What a pity," I said shaking my head. I felt sorry for
my boss for losing his woman so young.
"Yes. He must have really loved her for since then, he has
never been close to any woman again, whether in the office or outside,"
she noted.
She could be right. In the one year or so that I had known my
boss, I had never seen any female visiting him at work.
Sometime later, my boss was transferred to another department of
the company. And that was when our relationship changed. From being just my
boss, we became friends and grew closer than we were before.
He started inviting me out for drinks and even took me out to
dinner. It was while we were eating that he made a confession to me. He told me
how he had been attracted to me while we were working together but could not do
much about it back then.
"Why?" I asked, feeling curiously thrilled at his words.
The truth was that, I had had feelings for him for sometime too but had kept
mum about the way I felt.
He took a sip of water before he said:
"I didn't want anything to affect our working relationship.
But you are no longer under me now. So..."
From that day, we grew closer. With time, he took me to his home
and I met some of his relations. Dennis and I were very compatible, despite the
eight year age gap between us. We seemed to like the same things and had the
same goals and dreams about life. As our relationship blossomed, I fell more
deeply in love with him. He was my ideal man and in him I saw the man I wanted
to be with always.
He seemed to feel the same way too. About seven months after our
relationship started, Dennis proposed to me. That day, we had gone to the
cinema at Silverbird Galleria on Victoria Island to watch a movie. It was on
the way back that he stopped the car and asked me to marry him. I was so happy
that I had flung my arms around him and said a loud, 'Yes!'
Before then, Dennis had been asking to meet my parents, to get to
know my family members. But I had always told him to be patient, that when the
time was right, he would get to meet them.
A few days after we got engaged, I told my mum that I would be
bringing him home.
"Really? That's good. I can't wait to see the young man that
has made my daughter look so happy!" she enthused.
"Ah! Mum! I always look happy!" I stated.
"But not like this. There's a glow about you that was not
there before. You must really love him," she said.
I nodded.
"A lot, Mum. I can't imagine what my life will be without
him," I said.
"He must be really special. What does he look like? Is he
handsome?" and she began bombarding me with questions about my
fiancé.
"Ah! Mum! Take it easy! You will get to meet him soon so
don't be so anxious!" I stated, laughing.
My Mum and I are very close. Maybe because I am the first child
and only girl out of four children. Sometimes we were more like sisters than
mother and daughter. Often, when we went out together, people often mistook us
for siblings. We looked so much alike and my mum looked so young for her age.
You see, she married quite early and had me when she was still very young, as a
teenager in fact.
I loved her so much and because of our closeness, there was
nothing I didn't tell her including details about my love life.
The weekend that Dennis was to visit, was spent by my mum and I
cooking and cleaning our home.
"I want him to know he's getting a wife who can cook, that he's
not getting a Mr Biggs wife!" she remarked as she stirred a sizzling pot
of vegetable soup with an enticing aroma that pervaded the whole house.
I laughed, full of joy and anticipation at the meeting of my
beloved with my family...
What happened when Dennis met Meg's parents? Keep logged on for
the sizzling details later today!
To be continued...
Names have been changed to protect the identity of the narrator and other individuals in the story.
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