Dial - Season 2 - Episode 100

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Dial - Season 2 - Episode 100

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She looked at me with sheer horror on her face.

And I looked at her with sheer horror on my face.

The pastor looked at me with sheer horror on his face.

The Best man was horrified, and so was the Maid of Honour.

“What’s wrong with you?” the woman whose shoulders I was gripping screamed. “Who the hell are you?”
I just stared at her, because she was not Abena Adobea, not my Maa Abena.

They might have been of the same build, but this bleach-faced woman with the heavy makeup could not possibly be my angel Maa Abena.

I let her go with a groan of despair as I shook my head in horror

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“Oh!” I whispered, appalled. “I’m sorry, please, so sorry. I heard a woman I love was having a wedding. Her name is Abena Adobea, you see, and I was given this card….and, and when I entered….”
“You thought I was your Abena Adobea?” the stunned bride asked, lights of laughter dancing in her eyes now.
“Yes, yes, oh dear, I’m so very sorry!”
I jumped from the podium where the enraged groom was being helped to his feet, his eyes boring into me.

“This is what happens when no one listens to you!” he shouted tearfully. “You see, Abena? This is what happens! I said we didn’t need to take a loan for the wedding, but you wouldn’t listen to me! You kept saying God would make a way, God will make a way! Is this a way? What kind of God way is this when I get thrown to the floor on my own wedding?”

I looked at him, shamefaced.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir, so, so sorry!” I said as I straightened up his coat and felt the flashes of cameras and phones on my face. “Pardon me, I thought, erroneously, that she was the woman I loved.”
“Satan!” the hassled man shouted. “What the hell do you mean the woman you love? Take her, go on, take her! So you kept this from me, Abena Adobea? You were indeed seeing another man and you kept this from me?”

“Oh, don’t be a sissy, Asamoah,” the bride cried from the podium. “Don’t you understand what is going on here? He thought I was that girl, the one taking care of the food!”

The groom’s face went wide with shock.
“Oh, the caterer?” he asked suddenly and looked at me. “You mean the caterer?”
“Is she also called Abena Adobea?” I asked, terribly disoriented.

“Yes,” the bride replied. “That is one of the reasons why I hired her, apart from the fact that she’s a fantastic cook. She’s has the same name as me. You must be Yaw Biko.”

I gasped and turned to her.
“Yes, yes, I am!” I shouted. “You know her?”

“She’s the one taking care of all the food and drinks,” the bride informed me. “She told me all about you, how she loves you and how you chose to marry some other girl.”
“Shame on you, Biko man!” the groom shouted. “Left her to marry another girl, and yet you don’t want her to get married herself. It is men like you who make this world so horrible!”

“I didn’t marry the other woman because I found out I couldn’t live without Maa Abena!” I said earnestly. “Please, where is she?”

“Oh, she’s getting the reception ready,” the Bride said. “She’ll be in soon.”
The sheer relief almost killed me. I nodded as tears came to my eyes. I put a hand on the shoulder of the groom.
“You took a loan for this wedding, you said,” I said gently.
“Yes, yes, we did, because of Abena!” he said bitterly. “She says she’s growing old and needs to marry and have children! I don’t have a good work, and neither does she! We’re even going to stay in a single room in her father’s house, can you imagine?”
I smiled at her.
“Mr. Asamoah, your new wife hired the woman I love,” I said gently as I gave her my card. “I don’t know where you planned to spend your honeymoon. Take this card, and go to the Biko Paradise, Show them that card, and you will be given one of the best Suites to stay in for the duration of your honeymoon.”
Abena Adobea screamed behind me, shrilly, and the congregation screamed too.

“Hey!” Asamoah Adobah said. “Wait…are you…are you the Yao Biko, the one who owns all those Biko Biko things?”
I nodded with a smile.

“I am, yes,” I said gently. “After the honeymoon, I’ll give you a house, and two cars, and a good-paying job. So don’t worry about money, and enjoy yourself.”
When I turned away from him, his bride jumped from the podium into his stunned arms, and they crashed to the floor, screaming and crying with sheer joy.

Everyone was shouting and screaming with happiness. The drums crashed and the organs screamed.

It was a joyous noise, and I was glad to be a part of it.