The Chronicles of Bewa

C5: The In-Laws

A hand tug me out of my sleep and when I finally opened my eyes, I saw the bitch’s face. I turned to the other side ignoring her

“Come out, someone is here to see you” she ordered 

“Is it Kylian?” I jumped up with hope

“No” and just like, my hope came crashing down

“Then I don’t want to see anyone” I laid back on the bed facing the other direction

“You need to come out” she insisted but I don’t give a fuck. She can go and die for all I care

“What is taking so long” a sullen familiar feminine voice said. I recognize that voice anywhere. I turned toward the voice and here she stood....

 Fazya Lamari, my mother-in-law.....

I dashed out of the bed and was instantly before her on my knees

“Mother” I said with the utmost respect

“I told you to call me Fazya and stand up please” she corrected snappishly 

“Back home, mother-in-laws are like one’s mother, I can’t exactly call you by your name” I explained

“Back home you said but you are no longer in Nigeria, you are in France now. So Fazya” she insisted. Then I guess I have no choice, so I stood up

“Dress up and come out” she ordered and left with that bitch

I made my way into the closet to dress up while BTS's We are bulletproof: The Eternal plays in the background. 

“I will get to my heaven, no matter who throw stone at me, I have no fear anymore” I tried to pet talk myself into been strong with the lyrics of the song “Even if the winter comes again, I am bulletproof, no matter who blocks me, I walk forward strong because I am forever bulletproof” I let out a loud sigh because my life is the extent opposite of that song right now.

I am alone and I am not bulletproof. At least not with who I am about to go see

Back home in Nigeria, Mother-in-laws played about 40% role in any successful marriage. To tell you how important they are to a marriage, most women pray to God that their mother-in-law dies before they marry their husbands. My Mama even had her difficulties with my grandma before she died. So they are important. 

I tried my best to be in a good relationship with Fazya but she always put me at an arm’s length. I guess she does not like me which is not surprising. 

I mean out of all the girls Kylian could have chosen for a wife, he chose me… A nobody from a village in Nigeria. I get her dislike towards me, there are other girls that are more qualified than I am and deserve him better than I do. 

I made my way out of the bedroom to the living room where apart from Fazya, Melissa, Kylian’s sister-in-law also sat with his lawyer. I can’t remember her name again. The bitch also sat with them. This must serious if the lawyer is involve.

“Alice, kindly excuse us” Fazya said and the assistant stood up and went towards her room. 

So, her name is Alice. Such a lovely name for someone of a rotten character.

“How have you been doing, Bewaji” The elderly woman asked “I trust Alice has been treating you right” 

I guess this is the time to spill the bean and have her fired but I am more concerned about my husband

“How is Kylian doing?” I asked in a subtle voice. 

It has been three weeks since he had an injury. Torn his ligament muscle and will be out for some matches. Three weeks since that spiteful Alice made that utterance that almost had my world crashing into pieces but was able to keep myself from falling apart because there is no way he would marry me if he didn’t want to see me. There is something I don’t about know, I just have to wait and get the answer and everything will fall in place.