The Bridge|| Completed✓

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Two years later.

"Look at you looking all sharp," she commented.

"I always look sharp madam, so come off it," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"Sorry oh! Mr Artist, that's always wearing t-shirt and trousers up and down," she commented, making a face.

"Sister, wearing a suit and looking sharp don't have to be in direct correlation everytime," he said, tapping her nose.

"Na you sabi, it's you that knows," she conceded, going to sit on the sofa in the dressing room.

"Are you not even supposed to be nervous, or having jitters? Ehn, as per the blushing bride on her wedding day," he teased.

"Forget that one Sọpẹ. Manny is God's will for me, that much I'm sure of, so no, I'm not nervous. Excited more like," she corrected.

"Anjie, you never cease to surprise me," he said. "But you're right, Emmanuel is clearly God's will for you, and I couldn't be happier. I know he'll treat you right, and will be a good head for your home."

"Look at you two sounding all mature," a high pitched voice piped up. The words were from Ẹ̀wá, Anjola's long time bestie; who was also the one that had set Anjola up on the disastrous blind date that led her to meet Mosọpẹ.

It was Anjola's special day, as she was finally going to tie the knot with her partner of two years, Emmanuel also known as 'Manny'.

The blushing bride was not blushing at all. Anjola had clearly missed that memo.

She was so excited to take this final step to becoming a Mrs, that she could barely contain herself.

Mosọpẹ and Ewareemi were there in the dressing room with her, to give her moral support where needed. Not that she needed much of it.

A rush of sadness filled her spirits as she remembered her beloved mother. Jenrola Ajíùn. She wished she was there to see that day, to hand her out in marriage.

"Babes, what's wrong?" Ewa asked, rushing over to sit beside her. "You're crying oh, why the tears? Or are you having second thoughts? I thought you said you weren't having second thoughts," Ewa asked, all in one breath.

"No," she objected, sniffing. "I'm not having second thoughts. I just-I just really wish my mum was here to see my special day."

"Oh Anjie," Ewa gushed. "I'm so sorry babes. I know it may not be the same, but we're here for you too. Right Mountain Man?" She asked.

Mountain Man was her favourite nickname for Sọpẹ, because half of his face was covered with facial hair.

"Of course," Mosọpẹ affirmed.

"Yeah, I know."

"Now cheer up and smile for me," Ewa cooed, pinching her cheeks with extra force.

A new presence entered the room to get the show started. "Oya oh, it's time to get married!" Junior yelled with excitement, making a jazz hands motion.

Anjola discreetly wiped away the evidence of her previous mood.

"Yassss!" she exclaimed, trying to get back into the groove of excitement.

Junior extended a hand to Anjola to help her up from her chair.

He was the one who was handing her out in marriage, as her older brother. He was more than honoured to do this for her; just as she had supported him during the major milestones in his life. Like when he got married five years earlier; during the births of all of his three children; and many more.