The Nigerian Billionaire

Chapter 3- a phone call from marriage pt3

Ada's POV

While I walked the road of unemployment, also known as the road to my apartment. I took time to reflect on my day. Honestly speaking the only place I went wrong was seating the idiotic vagabond. I didn't do anything else wrong. Nothing.

My eyes found themselves captivated by all of the beautiful clothes inside the shops that filled the shops. I quickly realized I would not get to buy them for a while because I am broke with a capital B.

Vibrations from my pocket awoke me from my thoughts. It was Mommy.

"Hello Mother," I tried my best to hide the brokenness that I was feeling, but my mother being my mother she caught my bluff immediately.

"Ada, what is wrong?"

"Mom it's nothing."

"Don't try telling me that it is nothing." I really didn't want to talk about my nonsense situation. My mom knew that that job was important because it paid for a third of my law school tuition. Although I went there with a scholarship there were still expenses that I had to pay for by myself. But ramen is always cheap so....

I tried to move my mother from discovering anything else, "Mom, how is dad?"

"You know how your father is, always caught up in the firm," she said while scuffing.

"Yeah, I think dad is cheating on you with the firm," I said while laughing.

My father works as the executive director in one of the top law firms in Nigeria. So I and my mom love joking about how much time he spends there instead of being with us, but whatever.

"Chere (wait), you want to make me forget why I called in the first place. Anyway, remember my friend Aunty Eze."

"Yes, mom." Being honest I have so many Auties in my life that any time my mother asks me do you remember this person I just say yes to avoid her explaining to me and that aunty still not ringing a bell.

"Yes, so she has a son named James."

"Yes, mother and your point are?" I said while opening my apartment door and taking a seat on the couch.

"You know he lives in New York as well, and he has a really good job, Aunty Eze says that he is looking for a wife too."

"Really, that's good for him," I said, trying to be polite. What is my business to somebody that I don't know getting married?

"Ada, do you not understand what I am saying?" My mother questioned while trying to hide the annoyance in her voice. I chuckled at that.

"Mother, you know that I am not looking for a husband right now. Plus you're talking as if you weren't the one who said to focus on studies," At this point, I was trying to hold back laughter because of how funny this phone call was becoming.

"Ahah when did I even speak such words," As soon as that sentence left my mom's mouth the laughter escaped mine. She continued, "but you have to get out there, you know that you are not getting any younger."

The more that she reminds me of my age, the more I feel older. Twenty-five and for what? What day and age am I in that age matters for marriage?

"Mother please I will find my husband in my own time."

"Ada stop with that nonsense. You are telling me all of that rubbish and I am yet to see you bring home a man."

"Chi-, (dang)" She cut me off and continued talking. The audacity.

" I wanted to let you and James go on a date first and get to know each other, but you are just so impossible."

"Impossible? Mommy, you can't just call me and insult me," As soon as the words left my mouth I knew I unlocked a new level of disrespectfulness.

"Ahah, Ada so you are now my mother, Shebi Ada? (is that so Ada)" I realized that my next words were crucial.

"Of course not Mommy, I must not be thinking currently sorry," I muttered shyly into the phone.

"Don't give me high blood pressure today," Mom shouted into the phone.

"Yes Mommy," I muttered again.

" Anyway, I, your father, Eze, and her husband have decided that you and James will be marrying this year in August."

"Mommy what?"

"Please, you know that if I left it to you to find a husband it would take you years to find somebody."

"So I am supposed to marry a stranger?" I asked.

"So I am supposed to grow old and fragile before I see my grandchildren?" She argued.

"Please mother, I will find a man in my own time. Just let me do it on my own."

"Ada this wedding date is already set. Don't cause any problems for me."

"Mommy you started causing problems when you decided on my marriage," I said while holding the bridge of my nose. She started talking again, what more was there to say?

"But James has agreed to this marriage already. Why do you have to be so complicated?" I don't even know this guy and yet she is already comparing me to him. Typical African mom.

"Mother please-"

"Don't mother me, you are getting married in August and that is that. At least meet him on Saturday for me. I will text you the details. Bye-bye," Then she hung up.

I might just evaporate. Marriage. Who? Not me.

I called my mother again and not to my surprise it didn't even ring three times before I was sent to voicemail.

I might just evaporate.

I set my phone down on my black coffee table and sunk my body into the couch.

Marriage with a stranger is an unexpected turn to my day. The heck. At this point I might as well because it's better to be married than unemployed.

The vibrations from my phone awoke me from my housewife thoughts. It was information about the date from mother.

The River Cafe. Be there at 2 pm tomorrow. The guy should be wearing a blue suit and try not to embarrass me.

A sigh escaped my lips. My life is wonderful.

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I said I would and did. Third update of the day. If you feel deprived, go and check out my other book dove. anywho

love, peace, and holy ghost

-itnethse