Dial - Season 2 - Episode 101

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Dial - Season 2 - Episode 101

The congregation applauded, and those near me reached out to touch my arm as I slowly walked toward the entrance, and once more I stood outside, looked on my right, and saw the reception area.

And, standing alone under a long, rectangular tent, was a black plastic chair.

Then I remembered what the Holy Man had said…
…there’s a big black chair in the garden of the church, under the long tent. You must sit on that one…
“You bastard!” I whispered with a relieved chuckle, aware that once more the Holy Man of Wowo had played a lousy trick on me. “You adorable bastard!”
I walked dazedly through the chairs and approached the black plastic chair, and then I sank down wearily into it.

Facing the chair was a long table laden with different trays and silver utensils. I was so impressed. Abena Adobea, a girl with so much spirit who would never give up on life. Faced with the fact that she had lost me, she had launched herself into a trade, nowhere else but the city! She had started cooking, and was now hired to cook at weddings?
What a girl, Lord, what a girl!

My head was bowed, and then I saw a pair of beautiful legs standing in front of me, legs that were unique, legs that were the most beautiful God ever created.

And then, dear Lord, her voice…
“Excuse me, sir,” her voice said gently behind me in Fante. “You may need to move to the other tables, please. This area is reserved for the catering staff.”
I sat up slowly and leaned back, and stared up at the beautiful face of my heart.
Abena Adobea.

She was wearing a simple white dress that stopped at her knees, and she had on a pink and white checked apron. On her head was a chef headgear.

Dearest me, those lips, those eyes, that nose…that angelic face.

She was looking at me, and then her brow creased into a little frown, and she gasped suddenly.

It dawned on me suddenly…

She had never seen me as a young man!
She had met me when I looked elderly, old even, and now she was looking at me and couldn’t recognize me, but something had reminded her of me, yes, and it had brought painful lines on her beautiful face.

And she gazed into my eyes furiously, her sweet lips open, her breath laboured, and a look of pain so severe on her face that I broke down completely as I saw the tears shimmering in her eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, with those eyes!” she said, her voice harder. “Please, you must move.”

A young, handsome man with an apron approached her.

“Madam, you’re crying, what’s it?” he asked with concern. “Is he bothering you?”
“No, no, he’s moving,” Abena Adobea said, brushing tears from her cheeks.
I took a deep shuddering breath.
“Oh, Maa Abena,” I said. “Lord, I love you!”

She gasped then, and her beautiful eyes went large with stunned incredulity.
She had heard my voice…and it had spoken to her heart.

“Yao?” she breathed tentatively.
“You once told me I would kneel at your feet one day, Maa Abena,” I said softly as the tears rolled down my cheeks, and then I slid out of the chair and knelt down in front of her, looking up at her face. “For as long as you would have me, I’ll always kneel for you, my love.”

She was rigid, staring down at my face, and as her tears dripped down they fell on my face.

Trembling, she slowly dropped down to her knees too, facing me, and then she raised a hand and put it gently on my cheek. Her lips trembled.

“Yao!” she whispered. “Is this you, my darling?”

I could not speak because the passion was a painful lodge deep in my throat.
“Oh!” she whispered. “Oh, you’re so handsome. You’re too handsome, Yao.”
Slowly, still kneeling, I reached out and took her trembling hands, and I held them tightly.
“Forgive me, Abena,” I said quaveringly. “I gave you pain, and I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t…Yao, did you…” she fumbled miserably.

“No, my darling, my love, my heart, I didn’t marry Dede,” I said unsteadily. “I found out I couldn’t live without you. Oh, Abena!”