You May also be Interested In This: Wealth Codes: An epic Christian novel on strong financial teachings and wealth creation. Please send a message: Whatsapp/ Call 08034300979
“Steve, you must be kidding.” Bobby said.
“How do you mean?”
“You must be out of your senses.”
“I’m definitely not, Bobby.”
“Don’t tell me you‘ve decided to get married to a spoilt prostitute.” Bobby said, shaking his head in utter disbelief.
“Yes.” Steve answered trying not to look at Bobby straight in the eyes.
“Don’t you know that the lips of an immoral woman drip honey and her mouth is smoother than oil. You’ve allowed her to talk you into this nonsense?”
“But, Bobby, that was not your stand six months ago when we had this type of discussion.”
“What was my stand, Steve?”
“You,” Steve said, now looking at Bobby straight in the eyes. “Said I should not be judgmental. You said I should always look at issues from the two sides of the coin.”
“That was then Steve and if I should remember, we were not talking about getting married to a prostitute then.”
Steve came alive and as if there was a sudden supply of inner confidence and strength. ‘Then what makes it different from the discussion of today?”
“That you’ve decided to take this to an erratic and unbelievable level by planning to get married to a prostitute.”
Steve stood up from his seat in the office he shared with Bobby and walked straight to the door, opened it to check if someone was eavesdropping, closed it back switching on the lock and offered a seat closer to his seat to his friend.
“I,” he resumed the discussion. “Decided to look at issues from the two sides of the coin. I took a decision not to be a judgmental dictator as you referred to me then. I received help to see the inner beauty and decency beneath the personality of Serena.”
“Uh, “Bobby sighed. “My dear friend is in love with a prostitute and he’s taken this gibberish to an indecent level which I ‘ll only need the spirits to explain to me or convince me.”
“Bobby, I only hope you can understand me.”
“I can’t. I can’t, my good friend. I only said those things some months ago not because I wanted to get married to Serena’s harlot friend but to satisfy my escapades and selfish pleasure.’
“Maybe you meant it for that but it’s all turning out to be the truth after all.”
“Look, my friend,” Bobby said holding his friend’s left hand. “Stolen water is pleasant. Harlots are meant to be eaten and drunk in secret. They’re not wife materials.”
“Bobby,” Steve said freeing his hand from the grip of his friend’s fingers and grabbed him by the shoulder. “This is not a secret meal. It’s a meal I’ve decided to eat in the public. It’s a drink I‘ve decided to drink in the presence of everybody. I’m in love with Serena.”
Bobby freed his shoulder from his friend’s grip and said, “I’m surprised you’ve allowed Serena’s flattering lips to seduce you into a marriage. You’ve allowed her enticing speech to cause you to yield to this nonsense. “
“No Bobby, it’s the other way round.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think, I’m the one who seduced her into what you called this nonsense.”
“You mean you wooed her.”
“Yes, I did. It took me three months before I could convince her.”
After this last statement from Steve, Bobby stood up, moved towards the window, opened the blinds and looked down from the 3rd floor of the 4-story building that housed their office.
“Steve,” Bobby said sharply, finally breaking the 2-minute silence between the two of them. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes I do,” Steve said with some fresh energy running through his veins. “I’m sure it’s from the bottom of my heart. I want Serena for whoever she is.”
“What was her reaction when you told her about this?”
“She did not like it at the early stage and she did everything to stop me.”
“And you were persistent.”
“Yes. It took me three months to get her consent.”
‘But you never told me about this?’
“Yes, I’m sorry. I did not want you to stop me.” He grinned.
“That means she’ll be leaving her cherished dirty trade.”
“Yes, she agreed to do that.”
“How do you expect to rehabilitate her?’
“I believe the forces that bring and bind such marriages together will help me to do that.”
“You know that a pig will …”
“Always be a pig,” Steve helped his friend to finish the statement. “Serena is not a pig. She’s a sheep who just allowed unfortunate circumstances to make her take up the nature of a pig. The forces responsible for marriage sanctity and survival will wash off her adopted pig nature.”
“What about the medicals?”
“You mean medical tests and examinations.”
“We’ve agreed to do something about that before we conclude the arrangement for the wedding and make the wedding date public.’
Another 60 seconds of silence ensued between the two friends and colleagues until Bobby broke the silence.
“Have you informed your mum?
“You’re getting married to a prostitute. “
“Oh no! Why would I tell her that? That would break her heart and kill her untimely.”
“Then what did you tell her?”
“I told her I’ve found the lady of my choice whom I’m prepared to get married to.”
Bobby turned to face his friend who was now standing behind him by the window, held his left hand passionately, looked directly into his eyes and said, “Steve, if this is what you want, I’m with you. You’ve got my full support.”