familiar scent❤

Why

**HER STORY**

The party was boring. Nothing fun at all. My mother was following Mrs.Olba wherever she went and it was kind of embarrassing me. I heard women who were sitting by the couch whispering that I was having an arranged marriage with Mundo. They didn't know much so I just decided to ignored them. Mundo was being nice to me today, unlike his cocky self on other days. The thing is, Mundo likes me. Loves me even. He wants to be with me. He's told me, all his little plans of our future. I don't love him, not even like him. He believes we'll get married one day and move back to his country, Nigeria. He thinks we'll have many children and live happily ever after. He goes to school and is studying medicine. Now, I know how it seems. He's perfect. He's one of the only teenagers actually finishing up their schooling and his family is rich. I did once like Mundo though.

Honestly, at one point I truly loved him. The thing is, in the Nigerian culture they believe in polygamy. This is when one man is allowed to be married to different women. That is what I'm against. If you have one wife why do you need more? I've told Mundo countless numbers of times that I don't want to be 'one of' his wives. The thing is, he doesn't really understand that. He always tells me I'll be the first, which means I'll not have to work. I'll only stay at home and I will be the only wife allowed to sleep in the same house as him, the same bed. The rest of the wives would sleep in other houses that surround his. I've tried to tell my mother this but she says it doesn't matter. She says I would have inherited his money and all the different houses by then that I won't care even if I'm the 3rd wife. That's not true though.

I don't want that. I want Exavier. I want the man my mom doesn't want me to have. I don't want loads of money and expensive houses. I want real love from a man. I want to feel the spark I feel when I kissed Exavier. I'd never feel that with Mundo. I wanted to feel those butterflies every time I looked at Exavier sucking a cigarette and blowing the smoke rings. I would pretend that my vagina would be the cigarette. But every time I saw Mundo I felt a disgusted sensation. I felt like throwing up. I even got annoyed when I heard someone speak of him or his family. I wanted to be with Exavier. Wanted him to hold me in his arms. Wanted him to be my future husband. I didn't want some educated rich fancy doctor. I wanted Exavier. A man who fought for his country and for what he believed in. A man who was different from the rest. Not Mundo.

"Mayflower, let skip tis boring party and go up to me room" I heard Mundo whisper into my ear with his deep Nigerian accent that was horrible in English. I giggled at how horrible his english was.
"Sure" I finally whispered back.
He dragged me through the kitchen and into his bedroom.
"Me room be dutty" He said whilst kissing my neck. I didn't enjoy him touching me the way Exavier did. I never found pleasure when he did. If anything, it felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Mundo. I was thinking you just wanted to talk" I said as his lips covered mine.
Mundo kept kissing me and I tried by all my strength to push him off. It was no use, he was just too heavy and tall.
"Shut up!" He yelled. Now squeezing my throat shut so I couldn't breathe.

Right then Exavier walked in. Mundo had his hand on my breast now. It was cold. I felt exposed. Embarrassed even.
"What the fuck is happening here!?" Exavier yelled, now pushing Mundo off me.
"Who ah you?" Mundo asked as he forcefully pushed exavier to the ground.
"Mundo!! Stop!" I tried to scream whilst holding back but it was useless. He already started kicking Exavier's face. Exavier quickly got up and attacked Mundo. He pushed Mundo against the wall and started to throw blows to his face. Mundo's lip began to bleed. I think blood also flowed from his nostrils.
"If I ever see you touching her again, I'll kill you!" Exavier shrilled into Mundo's ears.

I ran out of the room. Crying. I'm not sure why though. All I wanted to do was cry in Exaviers arms. To smell his scent that drenched in Mundo's room.