“You’re defiling my daughter,” she
confronted him sooner than later. “I read a WhatsApp message you sent her in
which you said the ‘first cut is the deepest.’ What did you mean by that?
You’ve been sleeping with my underage daughter and I’m going to get you
arrested for defilement.”
Daniel’s assurances that he had not slept
with Di; that the both of them were still virgins who had signed
True-Love-Waits cards, incensed more than assuaged the possessive woman.
Trembling in the emotions of fury and resentment, she yelled at him, “Spare me
your hogwash and just stay the heck away from my daughter else I’ll get you
locked up and have the keys thrown away!”
Daniel walked away like a zombie. An image
appeared in his mind, of a huge bronze wall standing between him and the girl
he loved with all his heart.
That night, Daniel tossed and turned on his
bed, his head pounding like a hammer, and his heart tumultuous like it had
been possessed by a demon. It was with strained effort that at last he fell
on his knees by his bedside and poured out his heart to the God of Abraham,
Isaac and Jacob; the God who parts the waters of the sea and makes a way
through; the God who knows everything that’s in futurity.
On the evening of the following, Daniel was
sipping his coffee when his phone went ring-ring.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
It was Di’s mother. Daniel’s sigh of relief
came out like thunder when she apologized about how she had conducted herself the
previous day.
Daniel gave her his gentleman’s word that
he loved Di too dearly and God too profoundly to hurt either of them through
fornication.
“I’ve intense intentions of not touching
your daughter until I slide the ring of matrimony down her finger.”
Daniel kept his word and waited for Di till
she completed campus. They got married exactly five years and three days since
the ugly confrontation, and Di’s mother was the happiest woman alive.
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