Too Timid To Confess Love

Femi has just finished eating his supper. There was a blackout and the small candle which he lit became extinguished just as it finished eating.
A letter had been lying on the dining table which he wanted to read. He groped in the dark for it, before going for the matchbox to light another candle.
It was Ruth the long-awaited wife, coming to him at last. Femi will no longer be taunted as a boyish gentleman by his comrades and neighbors.
The letter notified him of her arrival. There is however one question. Will she ever come?
At the thought of her, his face was a radiant sun.
Dressed in a yellow vest and a navy-blue pair of trousers that are slim fit is a posture in the settee that could be a good work of an artist.
Girls admire him for his low-cut hair and clean-shaven face. However, deep in his heart is a true love for Ruth that will continue till death, except that she had proven a difficult lover for several years, while is a departure from the locality in which she lived, prompted by work of circumstances, has made it even more difficult to tame her.